The sun’s rays penetrated the room through the slightly opened curtain, hitting her face as she slept on the bed. She turned uncomfortably in her sleep before waking up. She looked round the room trying to remember what had happened the previous night before it hit her, she had had sex with Jack Antonio, the city hot billionaire playboy. She was drunk, yeah, blame it on the alcohol. That was better.
She turned to her side and met it empty. She was covered in her blanket and she could doubt if all that happened the previous night was a dream. It looked so real and she knew it was. She looked towards the door as if expecting him to walk in with breakfast in his hands. She scoffed at the thoughts as she got up from the bed and made her way inside her bathroom. She applied toothpaste on her brush and scrubbed her teeth before taking a quick shower, washing her entire body thoroughly. Her hands lingered on her body as she thought of the way he held and caressed her body the previous night.
She stepped out of the shower, tying a towel round her body and another on her head. She walked into the closet and picked out a blue short and a big shirt. She wore them and walked out of the closet. She combed her hair, standing in front of the large mirror before returning to the bed. She picked up her phone from her dressing table and found a strange piece of paper on the table. She picked it up and scrutinized it. It was a signed check for ten thousand dollars. She opened her mouth in shock, staring at the piece of paper in her hand.
Her mind went back to the sex they had the previous night. She wasn’t really drunk, she still remembered everything that went down. His soft touches, his kisses, the way he made her feel like the best woman in the world. Her pussy tingled as she thought about the best sex she has had in her entire life.
After going four rounds, he had finally cummed and fell on the bed beside her. They had cuddled and she slept off in his arms. She felt sad waking up and not seeing him there. “Maybe I’m thinking things too far. It was just a one-night stand.” She consoled herself. Did she think of her as a hoe and was paying her off? She scoffed angrily, dumping the piece of paper back on the table.
She unlocked her phone and quickly logged into Instagram. She went to the search menu and typed in “Jack Antonio” his profile appeared and she clicked on it. She scrolled through it “Made a post yesterday after over a year, strange.” She muttered as she stalked his account. She realized she knew nothing about him. Apart from being the youngest billionaire in Los Angeles, she knew nothing about him. The little information she knew about him was the official ones she gathered when she was preparing for his interview. She just had sex with a man she knew nothing about.
“Picture with this lady, another picture with her, another with her…” she went on, counting the photos he had posted with his Ex girlfriend.
“But why did he stop posting?” she asked herself, trying to think of a reason. “And he has over a million followers.” She added in surprise.
She wasn’t one to stalk celebrities or rich people, and certainly not the male folks but something kept drawing her to his timeline.
She went through his entire uploads which were mostly photos with his Ex. Her mind flew back to when he had seen her face yesterday. He had acted as if he recognized her from somewhere. “Did he mistake me for someone?” she thought aloud. She shrugged off the thought and exited the app, dropping the phone back on the table. She eyed the check too and walked out of the room into the kitchen.
“Time to grab a quick breakfast.” She said going over to the counter. Twenty minutes later, she walked out of the kitchen when a plate of bacon and eggs in her hands, she walked over to the sitting room and sat on one of the chairs, crossing her legs. She turned on the television and switched to her favorite channel. Her house was well furnished, though not tastefully, but still above medium. She had a flat HD television hung on the wall, a small library for her books and publications, leather cushions, a PS4 console, and a drink cabinet.
She earned well at her former employers, but she spent largely. She spent a huge chunk of her first five months’ salary setting up the place, the rest went to dresses, shoes, and other frivolous expenses.
She finished eating and dropped her plate before a knock came on her door. She rose and answered it, letting her friend in.
“Hey, why did you run away from the party?” her friend questioned immediately she got inside the house.
“I told you I didn’t wanna go, you literally forced me to.” She replied going back to sit on the sofa.
“And you just ran off without informing me? I thought you were kidnapped and taken to Syria.” Her friend joked and they both laughed. After watching a documentary about the things that went down in Syria, they began using to joke about bad things. To them, it was the hallmark.
“I just had my breakfast of bacon and eggs so you came a little bit late.” She stated after their laughter had died down, pointing at the now empty and dirty plate.
“More like brunch.” Her friend stated, making her check her phone to confirm. She gasped when she saw the time.
“It’s thirty minutes past twelve.” She stated in surprise.
“Yeah yeah! Even though I am sad about missing my favorite breakfast, I’m surprised at you.” Her friend stated, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Why?”
“The Karen I know, doesn’t eat breakfast by twelve, she would be dead before nine if she stays hungry.” Her friend mocked. “Are you sure nothing bad happen to you, like you were not kidnapped and returned this morning?” she asked in a serious tone making Karen laugh.
“No.” she laughed, turning her face to the other side to hide the blush that appeared. “Nothing like that happened, I guess I overslept.” she added but her friend looked like she didn’t believe her.
“So, did you meet any guy yesterday?” Her friend asked, moving the conversation away from her breakfast. “Because that is the only logical reason for oversleeping.” She added.
“No.” she responded quickly, deliberating whether to tell her about Jack or not. Her Friend, Ciara was a sucker for romance. She believed in love and was still waiting for her prince charming though she still “lived up” by clubbing and hooking up with guys. She had been in different relationships that ended because according to her, every man she met wasn’t the one.
“So…?” her friend asked
“I just might have spent the night with Jack Antonio.” She spilled with a dreamy look on her face.
“Say what now!” Ciara screamed in surprise. “You’re kidding right?” she added, a big goofy smile already on her face. A look on her and you could tell she was soaking with happiness
“No, we met outside, I was drunk, he was too then, we found ourselves in my bedroom.” She added shyly, avoiding her friend’s stare.
“Oh my fucking gee.” She screamed again, placing her hands on her mouth. “Come on, tell me everything.” She urged, going to sit on the same Cushion her friend was seating on.
Karen narrated everything that happened the previous night, from when he had hit her car and refused to apologize to when they started kissing outside before finding their way inside.
“How is he like, you know… in the bedroom?” Ciara had interrupted her narration, her eyes glinting mischievously.
“He’s something else. He really knows how to work on a woman.” She had replied shyly. By the time she finished her story, Ciara was already screaming and shouting in happiness like she had won a lottery while Karen was blushing deeply.
“I’m so happy for you, best.” Ciara stated, pulling her into a warm hug.
“Thanks.” She responded. “And, he also dropped a check of ten thousand thousand dollars.” She added and her friend stared at her in shock.
“You mean after giving you three orgasms in one night, he also gave you a thousand dollars?” she asked in disbelief.
“No lies.” She responded. “but, I might not take it.” She added.
“You are kidding, right?” Ciara asked.
“Nope.” She responded.
“Then you must be crazy. Seems he fucked your sense away” She stated in a light tone making Karen chuckle.