Accidentally yours

The Club

The cool night’s breeze caressed Christine’s wet cheeks as she opened the restaurant back door, the feeling of the chilled air on her skin made her shiver, she put on the fluffy coat in her hands and walked down the dimly lit street.

Looking around the street, she sees a brightly lit sign post that read “ THE GODFATHER '' at the far end of the street, she walks towards it determined to soak herself in alcohol till she forgets her name.

Getting closer to the club, she notices there are no queues, unlike other clubs, there are four bodyguards at the front door.

“Your ticket and reservation number ma’am” one of the bodyguards requested, blocking her way

“What?” Christine asks a bit taken aback

“This club works only on reservations Ma’am, your ticket is your proof of reservation” the bodyguard answered politely

“Oh I had no idea” Christine apologizes and made to leave

“Christine?” a familiar voice calls out

Christine turns towards the direction of the voice, her eyes widened as she sees the round faced asian woman in front of her

“Francesca?” she calls out in utmost surprise

“Yess Christineee!" Francesca shrieked in excitement, running over to hug Christine

“When did you return? It's been ages” Christine receives her in her arms. They hold each other close for a while before letting go

“Ughh… I came in two days ago, I have not settled in yet, so I could not reach out to you sooner. I’m sorry”

“It’s totally fine. What are you doing here?” Christine asked casually, tucking her hair behind her ears

“I’m here for a business meeting. Wait a minute…” she paused

“what’s that?” Francesca asked, pointing at the red marks on Christine’s right cheek

“Did Penelope do this?” she asked again when Christine hesitated

Christine had forgotten about the pain on her cheek out of excitement of seeing Francesca again after three years

Francesca and Penelope had been Christine’s only friends since college. She had travelled back to her home country after graduation. She flew in to visit her while she was in prison and awaiting trial. At that time, Francesca was the only person in the world who believed in her innocence

“Uhm…I…” Christine stuttered, unable to speak, tears welled up in her eyes all over again, Francesca pulled her into her arms and consoled her. She turned to the bodyguards and informed them that Christine is her guest, then she took Christine’s hands and led her into the club.

When they are finally seated in a quiet VIP room away from the loud music downstairs, Francesca reached for a tissue in her purse and handed it to Christine

“Thank you” she sniffed, using the tissue to dab her cheeks gently

“Why do you still let Penelope treat you this way? It's been three years already Christine, why don’t you stand up for yourself? You did nothing wrong!” Francesca muttered, throwing her hands up in frustration

“Penelope is just frustrated, and treating me badly is the only way she can feel better, plus the contract with her family is not due yet” Christine said softly, her hands clutching her purse

“I don't care how she feels Christine. This is way too much. You have endured way too much maltreatment to still care about Penelope’s feelings. You know what? I’m going to call her right now and scold her so bad” Francesca made to dial Penelope’s number, but Christine held her hands

“You know doing that will not help my situation, I’m fine, Francesca, believe me, I really am” she said, lowering her head slightly

“Come here” Francesca pulled her into her arms again, using her palm to pat her back gently,reassuring her that everything would be fine in no time.

“I really wish there was a way I could help you” she muttered, feeling disappointed in herself for not being able to help

“I know,but I’m really fine, and it's not your fault” Christine pulled out of the hug gently to look at Francesca

“But it's not your fault either, you are a victim too, you are innocent” she said, pouting

“We don’t know that, Francesca. I still can’t remember anything that happened that night” Christine lowered her head again, her hands clamped together

“And I would have been in prison right now if not for that contract” she added, biting her lips

“No Christine, we would have proven your innocence if the case didn’t get closed. Don’t you ever feel like something is not right? I mean, why would Penelope’s Dad suddenly close the case and offer you a contract? Think about it. It doesn’t make any sense”

“The only thing that does not make sense is me killing my own boyfriend” Christine muttered coldly

“Oh my gosh, what do I do with you!” Francesca held her neck in frustration

‘Knock,knock’ a man in a black suit opened the door slightly after a few seconds

“Ma’am, your client called. There has been a change of plans. She wants the meeting to be in her hotel room”

“What!? I’ve been waiting here for over an hour already” Francesca put her hands on her forehead, utterly dismayed at the news. She turned and looked back at Christine

“Will you be alright on your own? this meeting is really important”

“Of course I will, I came here on my own after all, and I’m not a child” Christine reassured her with a smile

“Okay then, you can order whatever you want. It's on me” Francesca said before picking her bag

“Thank you Francesca”

“You are welcome,darling, I will call you tomorrow, okay?”

Christine nodded. They hugged each other again, and she left the room.

Not wanting to change her mind,Christine goes down to the glamourous dance floor and goes across the room to the bar to order a drink,it is so obvious that the club is frequented by celebrities and the top one percent of the country seeing how exquisitely furnished the interiors are and the amount of securities mounted both in and out of the club.

“Can I have a glass of martini, please? Put it on Francesca Lee's tab, " Christine said to the bar attendant, her voice a little high pitched due to the loud music

“Okay ma'am,right away," the attendant turned to the other side of the bar to prepare her drink

“I'll give you twenty grands if you can put this in her drink" a stranger whispered to the attendant on the other side of the long bar,handing her a white substance wrapped up in a tiny transparent bag

“Forty thousand,nothing less” the attendant replied,turning to make sure Christine's attention was not on her

“Okay,deal. Make sure she takes it,or you will be her replacement. " The stranger blurted and disappeared in the crowd

The attendant quickly mixed the substance in Christine's drink and handed it to her. Christine took a sip of the drink, and it sent jitters down her spine. It had been a long time since she tasted alcohol. She abstained from drinking even beers after what happened that night,she still has nightmares every night.

She downed the first glass and requested another one. The attendant, thinking that the dose she had put in the first glass was not enough,added the whole substance in the second glass.

Seconds after downing the second glass, her head started to feel light, a burning sensation surged between her thighs and through her body, she started to feel hot all of a sudden, feeling very uncomfortable she gently stood up and made her way to the restroom cursing under her breath.

The stranger followed closely behind her. He waited outside the restroom for her to come out. When she finally came out of the restroom, almost unable to move, he offered to help her get outside.

Finding it a bit suspicious,but still needing his help, she accepted and went outside with him, supporting herself on his shoulder.

The cold air that splashed on her face and body outside the club made her get a little hold on herself. She tried hard to keep herself from passing out

“Wait here,let me go get my car," the stranger said with a smile

“Okay" she mouthed,supporting her weight on a streetlight, still trying to recognize her surroundings.

The stranger had taken her out of the club through the back door, which was unfamiliar to her.

A black SUV pulled up in front of her, unable to stand any longer. She opened the door to the back seat immediately and entered the car without thinking.

“What are you doing?" A very familiar deep voice echoed, making her shiver unconsciously. She raised her head in the direction of the voice,trying hard to see who it was but unable to because of how blurry her vision had gotten. She pulled her body closer to the person sitting beside her to get a better view of his face. When she realized he had a mask on,she smiled.

“Didn't you spike my drink because you wanted me here? Well,your plan worked, " she said,pointing her wobbly index finger in his direction,her words slurring off.

She tried to keep herself from passing out,but the feeling was overwhelming. She tried to open the car door but slumped back in the car seat unconscious.

“What do we do, Sir?" Jim asked Lance,his face flushed in surprise

“Drive" Lance said curtly,his face bare of any emotions.

“Yes sir” Jim drove off, occasionally glancing at Christine who is lying unconscious on the car seat and at Lance who is sitting there emotionless and completely unbothered about the gorgeous woman in a revealing red dress beside him.

He wondered if Lance is sterile or had any medical condition that stops him from performing in bed or getting his thing up,it's been five years since he became Lance's secretary and personal assistant and he has never seen his boss with any woman before.

“Are we still heading to the mansion, Sir?" Jim asked, unable to figure out what his boss is up to

“No,take me to the hotel," Lance breathed,checking the time on his wristwatch

Upon reaching the hotel,Lance had his men take Christine up to his room. He discharged Jim and headed up to the room. He entered the suite and saw Christine struggling to come down from the queen sized bed. He rushed to catch her before she hit the marbled floor.

“What the hell are you trying to do?" He asked, arching his brows

“Trying to run away from you," Christine slurred. She clutched her lower belly and crossed her legs, unable to contain the hotness she was feeling

Lance lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He put her in the tub and turned on the water. Christine shivered at the impact of the cold water on her body. She could feel the hotness between her thighs reduce little by little until it disappeared.

“Here,take this," Christine lifted her gaze to the bathrobe in Lance's outstretched hand

"Don't stay in there for too long,you will catch a cold” Lance said coldly.

Christine could not make out the words he said,but she reached for the bathrobe he had offered.

She sat there in the water gazing at the huge figure of the man as he closed the bathroom door.