A night with the billionaire

"surprise!" Cynthia gasp in surprise as her eyes scan the room.There are about18 people in the room. She recognise a few as her colleagues. She work as a staff inthe Platinum Five star hotel. Mr. Simon, Cynthia's superior had instructed her to bring some documents to the private suite. She was already done for the day and on her way home buther superior wanted her to attend to the job, the occupant of the suite is important so she was sent to take the documents to him. Cynthia is a hard-working woman, who is determine to make a decent living for herself, she just want to escape the shackles of her stepmother and step brother who sees nothing in her but a useless human being. She had just started working here last week on a part time to earn some money. This makes Cynthia to be active and discipline to avoid making a badimpression. Cynthia dropped her bag and took the documents. She was on her way with the document when Clara, her best friend and colleague called her to meet her in one of the private rooms underground. The hotel runs a night club downstairs and she have never been there due to her home training. Her late mother, Mrs Sarah, a devotedchristain has always train her to live a godly life, away from any impurity of the worldly affair. She was brought up in a conservative way. No trousers, noshort skirts, no secular music and the rest. Cynthia stood at the doorwayand stare in confusion until Clara walks toward her, "thank God you made it. I thought you would stand me up because ofyour over the top spirituality. Anyways happy birthday!" "Happybirthday?" Cynthia ask, her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh my God, It's April, ofcourse it is my birthday. I totally forgot. It must have slipped my mind. With the stress of anew job coupled with the wedding plans next month." Says Cynthia, looking at Clara with an apologizing face. Clara face falls at the mention of the wedding plans. She look as if disappointed and not in agreement to what she had just heard. Andrew, Cynthia'sfiance, was once a close friend of hers when she was in the studyingin college. They were friends for three years before Andrew courted her. And now, they are already planning on their wedding. Cynthia was about to ask her friend why thesudden looks but Clara quickly rise her head and divert the topic before it happens, she drag cynthia by the hand and pull her towards a table. Her colleagues and other people we are around the table singing a birthday song for her. Cynthia blow out the candlesin a hurry as she remembers the erands she was sent by her superior, she hadn't taken the documents upstairs and it's alreadygetting late. Cynthia blew the candle and made a wish, she hurriedly thank everyone and then turn toleave the scene before her friend, Clara stop her. "you should atleast have one drink with us before you go" Clara saysand everybody around the table murmur their agreement. "come on Clara, you know i don't drink" says Cynthia. Clara rolls her eyes at Cynthia and then says, "Yeah, I know but we have something better for your type," she chuckle as she pour some orange juice in an empty glass for her friend. Cynthia collect the glass of juice that Clara handed over to her with a smile. Cynthia was in hurry, she felt unease because she need to deliver the documents, she quickly made an attempt to gulp the juice all at once but Clara stops her. "what?" Cynthia grumble. "Don't be in a hurry, birthday girl. Let's have a toast to many more years and a happy married life to ourcelebrant" Clara says, raising her glass and clink hers with Cynthias'. All her colleagues and friends cheer also,but the scene seems unusual to Cynthia, she notice that she is the only one drinkingthe orange juice but she didn't bother, after all she isn't the type that drinks wine, so it was okay. Every other person were all having champagne except her. Cynthia hurriedly gulp down thewhole glass of juice and rush out, before Clara comes up withsomething else. She knows her friend to be a party girl. Cynthia and Clara have been friends since from their elementary days in school. They became friends when Clara helped her fight off bullies and also, they share their lunch box together. And ever since then, they have been so close. The only time they were apart since then waswhen she had to move from London to California to be with her granny after the death of her mother. She returned after 10years when her father remarried. Cynthia quickly rush to the first floor and wait for the elevator to take herupstairs so she can deliver the documents. It was getting too late and she knows her dad would be alreadyworried by now. As soon as the elevator opens, she rush in but a wave ofdizziness assail her. Cynthia felt weak and couldn't stand properly, she shook her head to clear herfoggy brain. 'What is wrong with me? Why am i dizzy all of a sudden? Imust be tired.' Cynthia quietly say to herself. She thought maybe it could be the overwhelming stress of her wedding plans that is probably getting toher. The elevator opens at the top floor and she got out slowly so she won't lose her balance. As she walk gently, her phone rang, she was holding onto it tightly. She look atthe screen but it was blurry but she could see the caller's ID, it was Andrew, her fiancée. Cynthia reach toanswer the call but her hands were weak and trembling, not steady and suddenly the phone falls to thehard floor and shatters everywhere. 'You stupid phone,' says Cynthia as she bend to pick allthe parts she could see. Cynthia couldn't find the sim-card. She barely stood up, holding on to the wall to support her weak self from falling face down to the floor. Her breathe was slow and heavy as she walk to the door of the suite and knock. Herbody feels so hot. Her stomach keeps fluttering. She don't understandwhat's happening to her. Cynthia fan herself with the documents on her hand and wait until thedoor opens. A tall stranger wearing a black suit open the door and was standing by the door looking atcynthia with cunning eyes. Cynthia's body heat increases as she walk into the room lazily. The tall man stood there watch the strange action from Cynthia, he thought what is wrong with her, why is she behaving in such way as if she has been drunk. All of a sudden, Cynthia begins to remove her blazzer, undoing her shirt buttons. The man's eyes bulge as he sees what she was doing. He approached her and wanted to stop her but before he could say a word, Cynthia shut himwith a hot kiss. He hesitates but just for a sec. He then kiss her back passionately, grabbing her waist and then raises her up as she wrap her legs around his waist. The man toke her to his bed. A little voice at the back of her mind reminds Cynthia of her home training, of who she is but she cant stop herself nor the man. Andrew's face flashes through her mind but she just couldn'tstop. Cynthia begins to unbutton the man's shirt. She cling to him tightly as she demands him to make love to her. But her brain wasn't ready for it as it keeps reminding her of who she is. "No! What am idoing," Cynthia murmur quietly. Her brain says stop but her body isn't following the instruction. The man begins to stroke her breast with his tongue, lip biting her hard n****e. He thrust her laps and stick his d**k into her core. Cynthia release a soft moan and cling more tightly to the man. He kept stroking her and fastly until they both reach their c****x. Cynthia woke up the next morning with a headache. She look around and saw herclothes scattered on the ground. How did she get here?. A hand suddenly lands onher and that's when she remember what happened last night. Cynthia quietly got offthe bed, put on her clothes. But just as she was about to move out she saw a blood stain on the bed, she was scared, thinking she may have murdered the man but she discover that the man looks fine, there wasn't any injury on him. She look at herself and there was no self inflicted injury and suddenly she felt a sharp pain within her core. Cynthia's eyes widen open in confusion and in thought, 'No...no... It can't be. Did I just disvirgin myself.' Cynthia became lost and confused, tears begin to rush down her eyes as she remembers what happened last, her friend, Clara must have put something in her drink. Is this how she wants to repay their friendship. Cynthia wore her shoes and left the room feeling broken and disappointed.