ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY BOSS

Chapter four

#Conneticut city.

Naomi pulled the window blinds apart making the bright rays of the sun flow into the room. She sniffed the scent of the air freshener she just placed in the living room. It smells so nice.

Just then, her phone vibrated with a pop sound. It must be a notification. She thought.

If any of her daughters were here, they would have teased her.

“Mum, pick up your phone, you check your phone when a notification enters” they would say especially prisca.

“Nonsense” she would say. I am not a genz remember, I'm not even a millennial. Phone notifications are a disturbance “ she would reply while her daughters giggle.

She took her phone anyways. She saw the notification. Friend requests and other information she is not interested in. She decides to have a bit of screentime

She decides to go to f*******:. She scrolls the blue app taking in the posts and pictures.

Just then, her eyes settles on a post. A young man, dressed up in a classy car. He was posing with another man, their resemblance can not be mistaken.

She stares at the picture, realization dawning on her immediately. Her hands shook and the phone fell. She twitched at the shock and just then,her legs slipped and she fell down on the floor.

#At the bar

Prisca and Chris sat down downing glasses on glasses of beer. They chatted heartily with Chris leading the conversation.

Their conversation flows naturally, surprising prisca. It is one of her surprise. She always gets along with strangers she had never even met and they would go ahead to have great conversations.

“It is getting late” Chris muttered looking at his phone. 10:24pm his phone read.

“Cheers” prisca suddenly squealed holding up her drink glass. Chris stared at her.

“Do you have a means of going back home? Is your car here or will you book a ride?” He asked looking at her.

“I don't like sleeping around. I'd rather remain single to messing around with different guys” she said again.

What is she saying.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked staring at her half closed eyes.

“Daniella does that a lot! I mean why sleep around when you can just get a faithful man” she spewed loudly and Chris look around gasping.

What is wrong with this girl?

He look at her dressing her wig absentmindedly and that was when it dawned on him. She is drunk!

“Are you drunk?” He asked her looking closely at her face.

She did not reply. She continued saying what he could icomprehend.

Chris is thinking fast. He had waited for this. No woman can take in that much alcohol and not be drunk.

He glanced at her. Now she is stuck with him.

“Do you know where you are parked?” He asked her trying to get some serious words from her but she seems unconscious and refused to talk.

He called on the attendant.

“I need a room please, can you get one ready for me?” He asked as the attendant came closer. He gave him his card too

The attendant nodded and walked away.

He looked at prisca. What is he even doing? What is his business with her anyway.

He is interested in sleeping with her but now that she is unconscious, can he do that? He thought.

Maybe he should just get her somewhere safe so the ogling men around her won't take advantage of her, himself included.

Yes, yes. He needs to do that.

The attendant came back giving him a key and his card.

The key has 48 written on it.

He glance at prisca who was just sitting down, no emotions.

He drop her phone in her bag and held it carrying her in a bridal style with her arms wrapping around his neck.He made for the rooms upstairs.

Despite her shape, she feels unbelievably light. He soon reach the room and glance at the doors. He found the room as 48 was written above the door in block numbers.

He unlocked the door and entered the room. He places prisca gently on the bed but he couldn't stand back straight as her arms were still wrapped around him.

“Hey, you need to free me” he said tapping her lightly but she made no movement.

Jeez

He stare at her. Her eyes is now closed.

“Water…” she suddenly said. “I want water” she said and he scoffed.

What does she even need water for?

“Then free me miss” he said as he yanked her arms from his neck gently.

Goodness…. She almost suffocated him.

He glance around the room. It is more like a five star hotel room.

Water.

Is there water in this room? He thought until his eyes caught the small fridge.

Oh.

He approached it and opens it. He grabbed the first bottled water his hands touched.

He got back on the bed and held her up balancing her back on the bed frame. He opened the water and move it carefully to her half opened mouth.

The first pour of water was welcomed with her puke. She puked on his hands,the bottles and on the floor.

Chris eyes opened wide, more out of shock than anger.

What the hell is this? He fumed.

Luckily for him. She only vomited on the bottle and the floor. He saw an electric mop around and mopped the floor with it.

He dumped the bottle in the bin and clean his hands with a box tissue.

He glanced at her on the bed. She is saying words he cannot comprehend.

He made to arrange her well on the bed. He adjusted her back to sleep properly on the bed. He took the covers and cover her body. He can smell her strong feminine perfume. It smells sweet

He took her bag lying on the floor and placed it on the table beside her. That was when he felt her holding on to him.

He made to yank her hands off gently but she held on still. What is it this time again.

For all he cared, she is so weird.

“Kiss me “ she said mumbling with her eyes opened.

Seriously? He had had enough for today.

He made to leave when she pulled him in for a kiss. He pulled out immediately.

What the hell is she doing? And to think she just puked moments ago.

He wipe the wetness of his lips.

“ I just wanna f**k you, I am not into you. I want to know what Daniella feels with all this men” she said smiling drunkily.

Hearing her say f**k made his c**k twitch. He wasn't expecting that.

He look down at her. Her cleavages were showing from blazer. He could see the softness of her breast. They look so full and clean.

What is he thinking? This woman is drunk.

“I want you in me, sliding in and out” pris a says again.

This is tempting.

He has to do this.

He fondled her waist. He can't think of kissing her. He never kisses random women he lays with.

He traced her neck down to her boobs and prisca moaned.

“Now, you get it” she mumbled.

He chuckled as he unbottoned her blazer. He is really doing this.