Just In One Night.

Chapter Three

Light spilled into the room, as I woke up. I was having a pounding headache, and trouble in recognizing my surroundings. Ugh, I thought to myself. Where was I ? My eyes got used to the light, as I felt something very heavy, draped over my waist. Trying to turn, I wiggle my body around.

Finally, I think to myself. I'm face to face with a very sexy looking man, who thankfully is deep in slumber. Ah God, how did this happen? The only thing I remember is being dared to kiss a random stranger! Suddenly, some of the events of last night rush through my mind, making me wince.

Congratulations, Hailey, I think to myself. You just gave your v-card to a complete stranger, and additionally spent the night in his arms like he was your boyfriend. I am about to enter panic mode, as I try to think of a way to get the f**k out of here, without making this awkward. Thankfully, our mystery guy is one heavy ass sleeper, making it way easier for me.

Wait a minute, where is my glasses? I didn't even remember when the hell I took them off, talk less of where I dropped them. Trying not to panic, I search around the room for them, not minding the fact that I was butt naked, scavenging through my mistakenly one night stand's room. Finally, I find it sitting on top of the small fancy drawer next to the bed.

Next, I'm searching for my dress and panties, which those too, I find discarded on the floor. I dress up as fast as I can, and run out of the gigantic room of a bedroom on my tiptoes, holding my heels in both hands. My bag is on the couch, thankfully it's contents intact.

It's at that moment, that my surroundings hit me; this wasn't a house, it was a freaking castle! Everything just looked so expensive here, and I felt like I was dirtying it with my presence alone. The sitting room looked like something you'd see in one of those house designing catalogues. My frustration grew; how the hell am I going to find my way out of here?

It was like God up there saw how miserable I was, and decided to save me the grace by bringing me in front of a very pretty door. You see, I don't know much about doors, but I could tell that this one alone could buy my house. Snapping myself out of my admirational gaze, I immediately yet carefully open the door, cautious to make minimal sounds, and run down the steps to the driveway like a goddamn madwoman.

This was all too much to take in, but I could process the last 18 or so hours when I get back home. I open the gate without even giving the house a last look, before I shut it behind me, and run down the street, all with my barefeet.

I'm on the bus going home, as I try to remember everything that happened, and how I ended up losing my virginity to a stranger at the club. I wore my heels at the bus stop, so the only thing I carried in my hand was my bag and phone. I check the time again, trying to make sure that my eyes weren't lying to me, and it is truly 11 AM. Yup, I was right; I spent 18 hours with a complete stranger, all in a drunken haze.

Never was I ever going to listen to Stacy, Dalia and Jenny again, when they say we should go "unwind" a bit. I'm not mad; no, far from it. I'm just really confused on how all of these came about. How did I get so drunk in the first place? Why did I accept the stupid dare? Picking up my phone, I saw 5 missed calls from my mother, 7 from Stacy, 3 from Dalia, and 2 from Jenny. s**t. What excuse was I going to give my mother for not coming back home last night? She was a Nigerian woman; the sweetest, yet could be really harsh.

I dial her number, hoping she isn't so mad.

"Hello, mom?" I say with a slight grimace.

"Hailey, the next time you don't tell me when you decide to sleep over at Stacey's place without telling me, don't even try coming back home." she said from the other side of the phone, with a tone of relief and annoyance mixed together.

"Good morning to you too, mom. I'm sorry for not informing you on time, I slept off." I reply with a chuckle, mentally thanking Stacy for covering up for me.

"Sorry for yourself, you problem child. Why wouldn't you sleep off when you're always draining yourself, trying to look for a job? I'm your mother, I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way round." My mother rants, voice softening with compassion and sadness in her last words.

My heart bled for my mother; ever since my dad had been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes and had stopped working because of how bad it got, things haven't been easy. She had been working multiple jobs, and so have I, just to let my younger siblings go to school, and put food on the table. It was miserable and pathetic; we barely got on because of the way the bills flowed in, and the fact that my mother was black made her lose some good opportunities. We lived in the fast living city of Miami; the center for all sorts of attrocities. It was hard getting a job here, even with the fact that I had finished University with a first degree, and my mother was a graduate of the Harvard University.

Life got tiring each day, I could see it from the lines on her face. So I decided to apply for the big shot fashion design company in the town; Zero. Zero, is owned by the multi billionaire, Ivan Maddox. The job was a contracted one, and I applied for the position of a personal assistant. The reason why I jumped on this was quite simple; the pay was quite high, but just like everything else that was nice, this too had a twist. The twist was that the place was roughly an hour away from my house, meaning that, if I wanted to keep my job, I needed to be on the road an hour or two before the time.

It was stressful, but perfectly worth it.

"From Earth to Hailey, are you there?" My mom yelled from the other side of the line, snapping me out of my daze, and making me wince.

"Yes, ma...." I tried sounding very attentive."...I just got distracted for a second. Look mom, I'm on the bus now, I'll be home soon. I'll see you in a few, yeah?"

"Be fast."

She hangs up before I can even respond. Yeah, I love you too, Mom.

Ivan's P. O. V.

My eyes still closed, I feel the bed for the girl. Feeling nothing, my eyes fling open in desperation; the mystery girl had gone. I felt disappointed, I didn't even know her name. She was beyond beautiful; her body, the way she touched me, her passion... Even though she was heavily drunk, I could see she was a natural. I sit up in distress, but as I do, I notice something. There is stain on the sheets, and as I uncover it, I see it's blood. The feeling of shock hits me, because there are only two ways to explain this; either she was on her period, or she was a virgin. The former couldn't be the case, because I ate her up and fingered her. She was certainly wet, but not bloody. Then I remembered how tight she was, and how her face momentarily took the expression of pain. Oh s**t, she was a virgin!

I don't know why, but a feeling of light-hearted happiness spreads through me, and I feel elated knowing I was the first to touch her. I am not supposed to be feeling like this; she was just a random chick that was dared to kiss me, and it ended up with more than that thanks to the spark between us. But I know I'm just trying to lie to myself; her soft and flawless brown skin was stuck in my head, her big brown eyes hidden behind those thick frames haunted me. I want more, no, I need more.

Heading into the bathroom, I look at the mirror for a second. I am bombshell shocked, when I notice a fresh trail of hickeys and love bites from my upper neck, to my chest. I harden again, the memory of her on top of me on my couch, butt naked, playing again in my head. She might've been too drunk to register everything that happened, but for me, it was as clear as day.