"oh gosh! what a rough night!"
"w...what!? who...? h...how? what are y..you doing here? what's going on here?"
yeah! Shirley woke up that shocked on a Monday morning, in one of the city's most expensive five star hotels with the best luxury only the stinkingly rich could afford.
"be quiet lady! why yell so early in the morning?" The charming and breathtakingly handsome figure lying half naked beside Shirley spoke still enveloped in his sleep. Unlike Shirley, he was rather indifferent and less concerned about waking up with an unfamiliar woman (Shirley) beside him. Shirley's world spun round.
"what the hell happened last night?"she asked herself as she rose the blanket to find her nude form starring her full in the face.
"did I drink too much? why can't I remember a thing?" she asked herself as she bit her lower lip in embarrassment. Catching a glimpse of her clothes on one of the sofas in the room, she quietly got out of bed trying not to wake the arrogant man beside her. She was almost successful before she accidentally knocked down the flower vase that had been sitting idly on the bed side drawer.
"seriously?" the man turned.
"how dumb are you?" he spoke again as he faced Shirley, allowing their gaze to meet. Shirley winced trying to cover her nudity with the blanket but the man stared on unfazed by what he saw.
"haven't you some manners?" Shirley asked even more embarrassed than she had ever been. She was expecting an apology of course, but the man chuckled. As he pushed his bangs stylishly off his face, Shirley stood transfixed. He was not only handsome, but he had this cold and domineering stare, the kind that could pierce through any heart and send chills down it's victims spine.
"how can a man be both charming and scary at the same time?" Shirley thought to herself.
"you speak of manners." he said as he observed Shirley.
"you are the one who lacks it"
"what?" Shirley exclaimed, but he continued
"you walked into my car at the parking lot of the Gains club and forcefully followed me into this room. You've got a great body, any man would have fallen for that as well." he said as he stroked his beard.
"you should be honoured, you laid with a man who's physique is so charming and enticing to devour." he said as he rolled out of bed.
"oh no" Shirley muttered to herself in disgust.
"it must have been the alcohol why on earth did I let this happen?" she lamented. She watched him hurry on to the bathroom to shower, and quickly, she put on her clothes. As she made to leave, he spoke from the bathroom.
"you're leaving?" he asked
"aren't you going to ask for money?" he said again this time with so much mockery in his tone.
"you're crazy! I'm not a whore" she cursed, and made for the door, but it flew open before she touched the knob.
"Sir...!" a man in his late forties spoke as he bumped into Shirley.
"you must be the lady they speak of." he said as he assessed Shirley politely , though she still felt somewhat embarrassed by it.
"I am sorry" the man spoke as he shut the door behind him.
"you cannot leave this room" he said.
"there are a bunch of reporters outside, and none of them is willing to leave without a full detail of what happened between you and my boss the previous night."
"Excuse me?" Shirley spoke
"Please ma'am change into these clothes and remain here, i will go get the car ready immediately " the man spoke again and turned to leave.
"But…." Shirly's words trailed off as the man emerged from the bathroom
"Prescott, …" he spoke drying his hair with the towel
"I do not want any scandals of any kind, hasten up whatever you're doing, i don't want to be late for my meeting today" he said
"Yes boss" Mr Prescott replied and left the room shutting the door behind him
"Who exactly are you?" Shirley asked
The man let out a soft sigh and without hesitation, he said
"I am