The CEO’s Conditon

Episode4:His lingering touch

I woke up, my head pounding like someone had been drumming on it all night.

I turned to my side and froze.

There he was, the most handsome man I have ever seen. Lying down like he had no worries.

His beauty just shocks me every goddamn time.

My heart skipped a beat; the thought of being this close to him made me spiral.

Then I remembered last night— gosh, it was the best night of my life.

The room around me was unreal: paintings on the wall, a silk mattress that screamed wealth. The entire room oozed luxury.

I know someone like me would probably never see a room like this ever again, so I might as well stare for as long as I can.

My eyes circled back to him. His brown hair shone as the sun hit it. So breathtaking.

For a second, I remembered how I got here, my heart racing as I recalled him lifting me to his room.

I want to blame the alcohol so badly, but deep down, I knew it was also me... I wanted what happened last night, and honestly, I have no regrets.

Who would? With a man like him ? Never.

I shook myself, realising I couldn't stay here for another second. Slipping into my dress as quietly as I could, I bolted out of there.

My body remembering every touch, my mind screaming questions even I had no answers to.

But one thing for sure, I would never forget that man.

Getting out of the house felt like running a marathon . The place is massive.

Thankfully, I spotted a cab and immediately signaled it to stop.

I got in and checked my phone.

"f**k," I muttered, Zaire had called 10 times.

I'd call her back later, I'm not ready for her questions right now.

Cause I don't feel like answering any of them.

I got home, pushed the door open and boom...

Zaire sat on the couch, waiting for me with her hands on her chin, like she's been waiting all day.

I froze.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

"I have your key, Durrh." She rolled her eyes. "But that's not important. Where are you coming from?you got laid, didn't you, and don't you even dare lie to me."

She rushed towards me . "Tell me everything."

I wanted to lie and tell her I had no idea what she was talking about, but one thing you can't do is lie to Zaire, she would definitely figure it out.

"Well, I met him and the club, we danced, I was drunk and we headed to his house and the rest is history." I said and ran to my room.

Zaire ran after me, but I locked my door before she could get in and harass me more.

I sat on my bed, my hands tracing every part of me that he touched.

The memory of his hardened body on mine sent heat waves all around my body.

I had never been handled like that in my life before, not even by that useless ex of mine.

With him, I felt cared for, pampered.

He was so gentle with me.

I snapped back

"What the hell am I thinking of?" I mumbled.

It was a one-night stand and that's all it would ever be, I couldn't sit here imagining something that would never happen again.

I stood up, ran myself a cold bath and changed into something more comfortable.

I headed downstairs.

Zaire was still there, watching tv like she owned the place.

"Why are you still here ?" I asked.

She stood up immediately."Shut up, you little rat,you don't want to tell me the entire details, right? I will go outside right now and embarrass you. I swear you wouldn't be able to live here again." She stood up, making her way to the door.

"Fine." I yelled. " I'd tell you, just sit your ass back down." Such an annoying girl, gosh, I could strangle her.

"Better, now spill." She folded her arms, her eyes watching me, waiting to hear everything.

Then I proceeded to talk.

"He made me feel good and comfortable and yes, I got f****d real good." We both burst into laughter.

"Ouuu girll, I love this for youuu." Zaire sang, she seemed even more excited for me.

"Yes, but it was just a one-time thing, it would never happen again and honestly, that kind of man would never want to have anything to do with a girl like me." I said

"Just shut up, you are such a joy kill." Zaire said. "Let's just enjoy this, can I...I can't remember the last time I saw you glow this much."

"Yes, but my glow would soon end if I don't find out who that unknown number is, and if I don't get a job as soon as possible, I'd definitely be living on the streets.

"Yeah, I remembered you got a follow-up mail from The Crimson's Hotel. What's going on with that?" Zaire asked.

"Well, I'm still waiting. After that email, nothing else has been sent to me." I responded. "Zaire, I'm so broke. I left that horrible bar job, and I didn't tell you, but I slapped Claire before I left."

"Girl, you did what?" She screamed, then burst into laughter.

I didn't even realise when I joined in on the laughter.

"Serves her right." Zaire said.

"I don't even know anymore," I sighed. "Because now I'm broke, how the hell am I going to survive?"

That question lingered on my mind.

If I don't find a job soon,

My life would be in serious trouble.