One Night With Him

Chapter 2: Sleeping With Him

Miguel kept staring at the woman beside him. It looked like she was dozing off. He had gone to the bar with zero intentions of talking to her or anybody, for that matter, not to talk of taking her home with him.

He had just gone to get a drink with his best pal Dylan, but then Dylan had bailed because he had to stay with his pregnant wife.

Only God knows how he does it, Miguel thought.

Not that he didn't like Lily or anything, but he just couldn't understand why anybody would want to be tied down with one person for the rest of their lives.

It just did not make any sense to him, but that was what Dylan wanted and he was very happy for him.

He just did not think marriage was for him.

Miguel looked at Mikayla again and saw that she was starting to wake up.

Good for him then, he would not want to stress himself about waking her up, he thought.

“Are we there yet?” She asked, just as he drove into the parking lot of his hotel.

“Yes. Here, let me help me with your seatbelt. Seems like you had a hard time doing it the first time" he said ,leaning over to her seat.

“Heyyy, rudeee" she said, hitting his chest.

Miguel looked at her and then stared down at her lips like he had done earlier in the bar's parking lot. He had this urge to kiss her and make love to her right there in the car, but it would not be very comfortable for him or her either.

He helped her unbuckle her seat belt and leaned back in his own seat, opening his door before stepping out to help her open hers.

“Heyy, easy “he said to her, moving to hold her as she stumbled out of the car.

He held her as they walked into the hotel and the security guard, Charles, held the door for them.

" Good evening Mr Turner “Charles said, smiling cheekily.

" Evening Charles”, Miguel answered.

" Your dad called”

Oh God, he forgot to call him back

" Righttt. Thank you, I'll be sure to call you back” Miguel said, smiling at him, still holding the beautiful lady who he couldn't, for the life of him, remember what her name was.

“Would you like me to do the usual 922," Charles asked, as Miguel pressed the elevator key to the penthouse.

“Yeah sure" I

He answered, just as the elevator opened and he stepped in with her.

“What's 922?” Mikayla asked.

Oh My God, she's awake

“Erm, well, it's nothing. Just work stuff". Miguel answered.

“Didn't sound like work to me” she said.

“Well, it's just…” he started to say when he felt her lips on mine and all the words he was trying to say just flew out of my brain.

He grabbed her by her waist gently and hoisted her up ,so he was carrying her as he took control of the kiss.

She moaned softly, and he could feel his groin area growing.

The elevator dinged just in time, and he walked out with her giggling as he tried to open the door to his penthouse.

After five trials, the door finally opened and Miguel walked in, dropped her and continued to kiss her.

She tugged on his shirt and his hands dropped on her skirt as he tried to pull it off.

He finally did, and he carried her to the bedroom to finish the night there.

Mikayla woke up feeling an arm around her and a hand on her breast.

“Oh My God, did I get kidn*pped?” She thought.

She closed her eyes and opened them again, staring at the unfamiliar room.

Seemed like a penthouse, she thought.

She couldn't remember anything, no surprises there.

She turned to see an attractive young man beside her.

He looked like a Greek god, and she smiled, touching his soft brown hair, forgetting the main reason as to why she was agitated in the first place.

Wait, why was there a man beside me?, she thought.

“Oh my God” she screamed, pulling away from him as he woke up.

“What's the problem," he asked, with a deep husky voice.

Focus Mikayla

She pulled the blanket up with her as she stood up from the bed, and it turned out he was naked, which meant that she was naked underneath the blanket too.

“Why are you here?" She asked him.

He looked at her as if he was confused as to why she was asking him that question.

“What do you mean?" He asked, still lying naked on the bed.

" Why are you in my bed?” she asked him again.

" Oh, you mean my bed ?” He answered.

She looked around again and the room looked nothing like hers.

“You don't remember what happened last night, do you?" He asked.

She looked at him and shook her head.

“Wait, did you take advantage of me" she asked, frightened.

“Oh please, do you wish?” He said, standing up and walking across the room. He picked up his wallet and removed four 100 dollar notes and threw them on the bed.

She gasped and started to ask what they were for when he said“ Look, last night was great and all, but I didn't do more than that, so whatever it is you're expecting won't work."

“You i***t. I'm not a hooker and I wouldn't date you if you were the last man on earth" she screamed, angrily.

“That's not what you were saying last night” he said, smirking.

She wished she could wipe that smirk off his face, but if she moved too fast, the blanket would drop, and she would be naked in front of him.

“You're such an egoistic jerk and I want nothing to do with you. Last night was a mistake and I hope I never see you again. I also hope your hair falls off, and you become bald" she said angrily, before walking out of the room, holding the blanket tightly.

She had hoped for a dramatic exit, but she needed to get dressed, and she had no idea where the bathroom or her clothes were.

She walked back to the room to see that he had already put on a shirt and that he was sitting on the bed and smiling as if he was expecting her to come back.

“Where's the bathroom?" She asked, pissed and embarrassed.

He left out a soft chuckle and pointed to the door behind her

“Your clothes are in there too. I had them dry-cleaned and dropped off while you were passed out. I'm guessing you don't remember that either “,he said.

God, I hate this guy, she thought.

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She dropped the blanket and put on the tap to wash her face. She would have opted for a quick shower, but she couldn't stand him, and she probably would kill him if she spent one second longer.

She saw her clothes on the countertop, dry-cleaned as he had said, with her purse and car key on top of clean.

Hurriedly, she wore her clothes, applied lotion to her face and used the cologne she saw there.

It even smelt like a woman's own

So this was where he brought his hookers, she thought.

She thought of what to do to get back at him, and she grinned evilly as she got the perfect idea.

She stepped out of the bathroom without a glance at him and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

As she got to the front desk, she saw the security guard that she met last night, smiling at her.

I think his name was Charlie or something, she thought.

She smiled back at him, and he said “I already ordered a cab for you. If you would just send me your account details,I'll be sure to send you a little token. Courtesy of Mr Turner, of course “

She would probably have admitted that he took good care of his hookers, but she was very annoyed at the fact that she was being referred to as one.

She smiled inwardly, thinking of what she had done to his bathroom, kept a straight face and said" Oh no, that will not be necessary. I'm sure Mr Turner would not want you to do that.”

" But …" he tried to say, but she cut him short by handing him a hundred dollar bill and patting his cheek.

“Bye now, Charlie"

“It's Charles actually," he said ,opening the door for her.

She stepped outside and walked over to her car, just as she saw Miguel step out of the elevator. She saw him tell Charlie or Charles to stop her, but she waved at both of them, got into her car and drove off satisfied.

Guess he saw what she did in his bathroom.

She had dropped all seventeen perfumes that she saw on the countertop in the bathroom into the water closet and used his toothpaste to write BITCHASS on his mirror.

She drove her car through the gate of her house and stepped out ,throwing the key at her footman, Kelvin,who caught it swiftly and smiled at her before saying “Good morning Miss Anderson”

She frowned and said" Kev, I've told you to stop with Miss Anderson. You can only address me as Mikayla or Kayla. You've been with us for 5 years, get used to it.”

" It just seems inappropriate to call my boss by her name”

She laughed and said” I'm always told that I'm not your boss. My father is, and besides, I'm your friend. It's not that I'm older than you. You could give birth to me"

He smiled before proceeding to her car. He drove it to the parking lot as she stepped into the house.

“Where do you think you're going?" Mikayla heard her father say.

" Oh s**t " ,she muttered

Her mum and dad were seated, and it looked like her mum had been crying because her eyes were swollen, and her lips were quivering.

“Well, erm,I was ….” Mikayla said ,stammering.

At 23, she was still terrified of her dad. He was a hardcore business executive and he was always frowning.

“Anyway, that's not the issue. Take a seat" he said, motioning at the chair beside Mikayla's mum. Mikayla sat beside her mum and held her hands. It was now very obvious that she had been crying because she was whimpering.

“Mum ,what is it? You're scaring me " Mikayla asked, as her mum burst into tears.

“Enough of the tears, baby", her dad said, and Mikayla cringed. She had always been envious of the love her parents had, and she always hoped that she would have that kind of love. The kind where you would still address your partner with endearment even if you were mad or annoyed at them.

" How can I be calm when you want to marry my only child?” her mum said, angrily.

Mikayla looked at her dad confused, and he stood up and started pacing about.

" What is Mum talking about ,daddy?” she asked.

Yes, she was 23 and she still addressed her father as daddy.

It was so funny that she couldn't even stop laughing.

He stopped pacing and looked at her sadly. "It's not easy for me, either" he said, before sitting beside her and holding her hands.

“You know I love you, right?" He asked her, with eyes full of pity.

Mikayla had never seen this kind of emotion on her dad's face before, so she wondered why she was seeing it now.

“Yes,I know daddy. But how does that relate to any of this or what mum said?” she asked, anxiously.

" And I would never do anything to hurt you, but I don't have a choice either”, he continued, still holding her hands.

" What do you not have a choice about? What're you talking about?” she asked, agitatedly.

He sighed and said” You're getting married to Mr Turner's son."

“You're joking” Mikayla said, before laughing hysterically.

“Oh God, you've broken my daughter”, her mum said with tears in her eyes.

" You're such a funny daddy, good one . That was perfect" she said, still laughing.

“This isn't a joke, Kayla". Her dad said, frowning

" Wait, you're serious?” she asked.

" Yes, and you're to get married to him in a month’s time” he said, dropping the second bombshell of the day.