His One Night Stand

Chapter Three

Kimberly’s eyes peeled open slowly.

As she tried to sit up, a headache welcomed her. Still, she wasn’t deterred. She looked to her right and saw that the bed wasn’t empty as she expected.

There was a big guy lying on it; His hair was messily covering his face and he was still asleep.

She frowned and tried to remember how this man ended up in her bed but her headache grew worse. She got off the bed and found their clothes scattered around the room. She quickly gathered her clothes and threw them on.

Then she looked to a corner of the room where her suitcase was supposed to be. To her dismay there was nothing but her purse on the floor.

This got her perplexed and she looked at the bed again. The unknown guy didn’t seem like he planned to wake up anytime soon.

How did he get into her room? Was he a gigolo that she ordered? Still she decided not to waste time anymore in that room. She didn’t want to be involved in any scandal in the future. So she got a note and pen and scrambled something down. Then she placed the note and the card that Ryan had given her yesterday atop the bedside cabinet.

After that, she rushed out of the room. Upon getting out, she found to her dismay that room 709 was just opposite her. Color immediately drained from her face as she turned to look at the plaque on the door behind her. It read ‘706’.

She slapped her and then yanked her hair in frustration. “Kimberly, how can you be so stupid? You shouldn’t have gotten drunk last night. Now look what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

She looked at the plaques of the two doors and entered her original lodging with embarrassment.

‘That guy, whoever he is, whether he’s a gigolo or not, I don’t care. I’ve already compensated him,’ she thought, giving herself solace.

Then an idea popped up in her mind and she grabbed her phone from her purse to make a call.

The call soon went through.

“Hello, George. Uhm, it’s a pleasure to hear your voice too, hahaha.”

“I don’t sound nervous okay? Fine, you got me. I need you to do me a big favour please. Yes, please I’m in Cafton’s Suites. Yes, I kind of messed up and I need you to delete the security footage from yesterday till 7:30 am today. Please just do this for me, classmate.”

“Thank you. Send my greetings to your darling wife. I know she must be standing behind you. Of course, I’m no seer. I know Cynthia well.” Kimberly broke into a laugh and then the call ended.

She placed a hand on her chest with a relieved sigh. At least there wouldn’t be the possibility of her getting into a fat scandal in the future.

Quickly, she dialed another number and made one more call before taking her bath.

At 7: 24 am, she checked out of the hotel and stood at the entrance of a shop that hadn’t opened yet.

3 minutes later, a car pulled over.

“Hey, girl, there you are!” A bubbly female voice was heard, attracting Kimberly’s attention. “s**t, you look smoking hot! Am I seeing things?” the cheerful female asked, even taking off her colored sunglasses.

She got off the car and walked to Kimberly giving her a warm hug. “I missed you so much, do you know that?”

“Yes, I know now. Can you let go? I’m running out of oxygen here?” Kimberly requested.

“I need to confirm too that you’ve run out of silliness completely.” The female scoffed.

“I told you, Tina. I’m no longer with that garbage of a man.”

“I hope you didn’t shed tears for that pillock today,” the young lady probed.

“Why should I? He’s not worth my tears. Can he afford it?” Kimberly scoffed and the lady stopped hugging her, a goofy smile on her face.

“Welcome back, the real miss Kimberly.” The young woman applauded while Kimberly only tittered in amusement. Her friend was indeed a joy-giver, always having this easygoing personality.

Kimberly wanted to grab her suitcase but Tina didn’t let her. “Get in, Miss Williams.” She motioned towards the car and the latter could only sigh in defeat.

Her friend could be quite stubborn too. She made her way to the sports car and sat in the front passenger seat while Tina placed her suitcase at the back.

Then she excitedly got into the driver’s seat, “Babe, I’m going to give you the craziest ride of your life,” she hollered.

“Can I wish for ten seatbelts, and a full set of armor too?” Kimberly asked, feigning fear while her friend rolled her eyes.

“Where do you want me to take you to, darling?”

“Home. I want to see my father,” Kimberly replied after thinking for a short while.

“Alright, honey. Let’s get flying!” With that, the car zoomed off.

…

Meanwhile, the man in room 706 finally opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around the room, frowning slightly as he smelled the lingering scent of a woman’s perfume.

That’s right, the person who drugged him dared to send a hooker to quench the flame of passion they ignited, how nice of them!

His hands formed fists as he got off the bed without a stitch on. He headed to the bathroom, wanting to wash off the disgusting touch of that unknown woman.

He also needed to make sure the hooker wouldn’t show up in the future with a video of him doing her and then blackmail him with a threat of revealing it to the world. He’d better snuff out the problem before it escalated.

Coming out of the bathroom, he headed straight to the bedside cabinet to get his phone only to find a note and a card placed atop it.

The note simply read:

"I misread the room numbers last night as I was completely wasted. No need to take responsibility, mister. Here in this card is one million. The pin is 4 zeroes. Never think of bothering me because you won’t have the chance. Thank you,"

After going through the short message on the note, his frown deepened.

“You think a night with me is worth just a million? I can’t find out who you are?” the man scoffed. The woman, whoever she was, clearly underestimated the man who was intimate with her last night.

The woman wasn’t a virgin as there was no blood on the bed. However from her tone, it didn’t seem like she was a hooker. After all, no hooker would give a man she didn’t know a million dollars and flee.

Well, since he was intimate with that woman, he had to find out who she was. If she was already married or engaged, he’d never bother her. But if she was single, then she wouldn’t have the chance to escape from him.

With that thought in mind, he picked up his phone and also the card, then he sat on the bed and made a call.

…

Minutes later.

“Sir, the security footage has been deleted, even the hotel records of the lady is no longer in the system either.” His secretary said over the phone.

“Oh?!” He raised an eyebrow. Turns out this woman was really serious; she wanted nothing to do with him. She must come from a pretty powerful family to be able to achieve this feat.

Whatever, since she wanted nothing to do with him, so did he. The door opened and a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses entered with two different high-end suits. Another much younger man, entered carrying three boxes.

“Young master Leo, the things you ordered are here,”

“I’ll wear the black suit,” the man simply said, rising from the bed.

A few minutes later, the three of them came out of the hotel room. The man in front was taller than the other two who were tailing behind him and he held a card in his hand.

“Kimberly Gomez, or whatever is your real name, pray we never cross paths again,” with that, he broke the card in two and threw it into a trash bin as he passed by.

“Mr. Louis,” he called with a stern look etched on his cold face.

At that, the man wearing glasses quickened his steps to walk side by side with him, trying not to look or sound nervous. Anyone with eyes could see that the young master Leo Fox was pissed and only a clod would dare to make him more miffed than he already was.

“Yes, Young Master Leo,” the older man responded with a tinge of reverence in his tone.

“Have all contracts with the Hentero company cancelled. Also dig out their skeletons and hang them on the net to dry. I want to see how quickly they can hold on before becoming vagabonds,”

“Yes, Young master,” the man beside him nodded.

The man tailing behind the two of them did his best to keep up with their walking pace while praying that the young master’s anger wouldn’t explode.