OWNED BY THE DEVIL'S HEIR

I woke up in a bed that wasn’t mine. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was the unfamiliar ceiling staring back at me. It definitely wasn't the one in my apartment. I blinked and sat up quickly as the room came into focus. Wide bed. Grey sheets. Large windows letting in morning light. Everything screamed money and order, which made no sense because my life had neither. I blinked a few more times, hoping my surroundings would change. They didn’t. “Oh God,” I muttered, sitting up and my memory began to return slowly. Drinks. Laughter. A bar I don't remember. A man whose name I agreed to not knowing. I groaned and dragged a hand down my face. So yes. I had done something I’d never done before. A one night stand with a complete stranger. I shifted under the covers and glanced around the room. My dress was tossed over a chair. My heels lay on the floor beside it. My bag sat neatly near the door. At least I hadn’t lost everything. I reached for my phone. That was when my eyes caught a folded piece of paper on the small table beside the bed. I picked it up. ‘Had a lovely night. Coffee's in the kitchen. Please lock the door on your way out. Thank you.’ That was it! I don't even remember his name. Wait I didn't ask. How drunk could I have been. Beep. Beep. Beep. “What the hell is that,” I groaned rubbing my face. Beep. Beep. Beep. Oh s**t my phone! I scrambled out of the covers in search of my phone. Took a few minutes and I eventually found it under the bed. I managed to grab it just before the call went off. “Hi mamaaaa. How you doing? How was your night?.” My best friend Layla said and she sounded far too cheerful for my liking. “Not so good. I have a terrible hangover and I feel like an i***t. So it’s a two-for-one special starring Amelia.” I said grumpily as I moved around to find my clothes and put them on piece by piece. “You're being dramatic my love. Everyone has had a one nighter. I'm sure you had fun.” She giggled. “Yeah, right,” I scoffed, turning to look for my underwear. Which was missing. “You’re just being a grumpy furball,” she continued. “And that’s no fun.” “Well I don’t like waking up in the middle of a stranger’s house,” I snapped. “On his bed. And looking for my clothes like a god-damned scavenger on a hunt.” I looked up and froze. My underwear was hanging from the ceiling fan. “How the hell did you get there?!” I muttered to myself. “How the hell did what get where?” Layla asked with piqued interest. “Uhm. Nothing. Just my underwear.” “Your underwear?! Like your panties.” She responded with stifled laughter. “This isn't funny Layla.” I said in annoyance as I climbed the bed and stretched to reach it. “I never said it was. But you insist you didn't have fun. Yet your panty is on his fan.” This time she actually laughed. Bitch! “Anyway that aside, don't you have a new job to get to?” She questioned and I could tell there was a mischievous smirk smudged all over her tiny face. I took the phone away from my face and checked the time. 8:30! Shit! s**t! s**t! “I have half an hour to go home, get dressed and get to work. Why does this always happen to me!” I said in panic and even more annoyance. “Relax girl, late coming happens to everyone.” Just as I was about to respond I heard a honk outside the window. I climbed off the bed and saw Layla waving her arm out her car window. “Let's go b***h. You gotta go to work!” This girl is a saviour. I smiled and yelled. “Did you bring underwear?” She smirked and gave me a thumbs up. Of course she did. I looked back at my underwear on the ceiling. “I guess you belong to him now. Think of it as a souvenir.” I wrote back to him on the note. “Thank you for the coffee. And the lovely night.” Yes I did have a lovely night. I rushed out and jumped into the backseat of Layla’s car. I had to get dressed there because I didn’t have time to go back to my place. “Oh God,” I muttered. “I’m going to look like crap.” “Please,” Layla said. “You look fine.” I brushed my hair quickly and added lipstick. Maybe it could hide my shame. “Easy back there,” Layla laughed, glancing at me in the mirror. “Tell that to the road. Now driveee.” She laughed and stepped on the gas. We pulled up to the building moments later, and I sighed in relief. Then I checked the time. 9:30. “Now I’m really cooked,” I muttered, getting out. “You’ll be fine,” Layla said. “Go crush that first day. And if anyone’s rude to you, I’ll castrate them with a rusty spoon.” I smiled and rushed inside. The building was huge. Like way bigger than I imagined. While I was still admiring it, I ran straight into a woman holding a file which happened to be my tour guide for the day. The former secretary. “Oh shi—I mean I'm so sorry.” I quickly apologized. “It's fine dear. Although you are late.” “Uhm—I kinda had a—I mean terrible traffic. Yes. Very terrible traffic.” I cleared my throat. “Right. Follow me.” Great. So much for a first impression. She wasn't really chatty about anything other than what was important to my job. Which I didn't really mind since I'm not in for small talk, I mean I've had enough for the day. I followed her in silence and asked questions when I needed to. That's when it happened. You know those movie scenes where the hot guy is almost always walking in slow motion? Well, that's how this happened. Our eyes met and he looked confused as to why I was there which was my exact reaction as well. He was talking to an older man when my tour guide spotted him and proceeded to move towards him. I wasn't sure about what was going on but I followed. “Amelia this is Mr. Harrington the CEO—and your boss.” She said and I immediately wished the ground would open up and swallow me. “Sir. This is Amelia Earhart, your new secretary.” She continued. While mentally I was going insane. Shit! Fuck! Hell no! I had a one night stand with my boss!