One Night Mystery Affair

A Brewing Storm

Riley woke up the next morning in a dazed, confused state. As her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar surroundings, she realized she was in a room that looked like a hotel. Panic flickered through her as she noticed her clothes had been changed-she wasn't wearing what she had on the night before.m Her gaze lifted, and she locked eyes with Wyatt. He smirked slightly. "Well, someone's finally awake," he remarked. Riley's heart pounded. Fragments of the previous night swirled in her mind like a hazy dream. "Last night... did we...?" she started, her voice trailing off. Wyatt leaned in closer, amusement dancing in his eyes. "It was quite a night," he said. "Do you need a reminder?" Just then, a rush of memories came flooding back. A vivid flashback of everything that had happened the night before played in his mind, making his breath hitch. Riley kissed him with an intensity that caught Wyatt off guard. For a moment, he found himself responding, lost in the heat of the moment. But as her hands moved to tug at his shirt, a sudden clarity hit him, and he pulled away. "Stop, stop, stop," Wyatt said firmly, shaking his head. "Not when you're like this." Riley blinked at him, confusion flickering in her eyes. "Why not?" she asked breathlessly. He sighed, but before he could respond, she leaned in again, pressing her lips to his and gently pushing him toward the bed, her gaze filled with longing. Just as Wyatt was about to speak, something unexpected happened-Riley suddenly lurched forward and threw up on him. Wyatt recoiled, his face twisting in disgust. "This is so disgusting," he muttered under his breath. At that moment, his mind snapped back to the present. Riley sat before him, looking utterly lost as she struggled to piece together the events of the previous night. "You don't remember what happened last night, do you?" Wyatt asked, studying her expression. Still disoriented, Riley shook her head. "I'm sorry... I don't." Wyatt let out a dry chuckle. "Well, you threw up all over my shirt and passed out," he said. Riley frowned. "Where are my clothes?" she asked hesitantly. Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I took them off?" Riley's cheeks flushed. "I was just asking." He rolled his eyes. "Relax. They're at the dry cleaners. And no, I didn't see you naked." He smirked. "I had to pay a housekeeper 500 bucks to come and deal with the mess and get you changes into new clothes." Riley groaned, embarrassment washing over her. "I'm so sorry. I can pay for your shirt... and the 500 dollars," she mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Wyatt waved it off. "Don't worry about it." A sudden thought struck Riley, and she hesitated. "Did I... say anything?" she asked cautiously. Wyatt smirked. "Just that you really like my face." Riley's face burned as she buried her head in her hands. "Ugh. I should probably get dressed," she muttered, desperate to escape the conversation. Wyatt chuckled. "Yeah, that's a good idea." As he turned to leave, Riley sighed to herself. "Ah, I really messed up..." Later that day, at the office, Riley and Wyatt walked in together, though Wyatt was a few steps ahead. Riley trailed behind, still feeling the weight of the morning's humiliation. At the company cafeteria, two of her colleagues sat chatting, their eyes immediately locking onto her and Wyatt as they entered. Riley felt their stares and knew exactly what was coming. Whispers. Speculation. And knowing her luck, probably a whole lot of teasing. As Riley entered the cafeteria, she immediately felt eyes on her. Two of her colleagues, seated at a nearby table, exchanged whispers before one of them smirked and called out to her. "Hey, Riley, didn't you wear that yesterday?" Riley let out a small chuckle, trying to play it cool. "I don't remember," she said lightly, though her stomach twisted at the attention. The other colleague leaned in, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Dessert was probably fun, huh?" she mused before lowering her voice. "Excuse me, Riley, but it's an interesting way to get ahead-sleeping with the boss." She smirked. "Though, I doubt you're the first." Riley stiffened. The first woman chimed in, her tone just as cruel. "I mean, do you think you're his mistress? Because to everyone else, you just look like a-" "Enough." The sudden voice cut through the tension like a knife. Wyatt stood behind Riley, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with anger as he stared down at the two women. Silence fell over the cafeteria. And just like that, the teasing stopped. "Stop," Wyatt's voice rang through the cafeteria, firm and unwavering. "This is a professional workplace. You don't talk like this here. What were you both thinking?" The two women gaped at him, their smug expressions faltering. "You're fired," Wyatt stated coldly before turning on his heel and walking away. Riley hesitated for a second, still processing what had just happened, before hurrying after him. Behind them, the two colleagues stood frozen in shock, their faces pale. Unbeknownst to Riley and Wyatt, Miranda had been watching the entire drama unfold from across the room, her lips curling into a smirk. As the two dismissed women finally gathered themselves and walked past her, Miranda leaned in, her tone mocking. "Sorry, babies," she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. Then, with a knowing glint in her eyes, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "I think I know a way to deal with that little b***h, Riley," she murmured to the person on the other end. She let out a low, devilish chuckle. "And you can just watch."