A Night To Remember

Chapter 2

Breathlessly, Iris fell on knees, ignoring the stares from other workers. The counter was enough to block the customers from witnessing the scene and the music was also quite louder than the voices.

“I'm sorry sir, I got into an accident..” That was literally the hundredth excuse she had been coming up with since she began working there.

“Shut your crap you liar!” The manager growled, adjusting her short skirt.

“For this, you'll be getting a twenty percent deduction in your salary!” she added.

“No, you can't do this to me please” Iris cried, rubbing her sore palms..

Nina's order to resign was something she couldn't do.

How was she going to live without a paying job?!..

Except if she was ready to make a suicidal attempt.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” Lee scowled as she tried touching her.

“Go change, attend to the customer in Table eight and meet me in my office!” She said again, kicking her slightly before walking away.

Iris remained on the same spot for a second or two before finally getting up and proceeding to the dressing room as told.

“Your clothes..” Vivian said, stopping Iris in her tracks.

Iris sighed

“I fell into a pond..” She lied.

Vivian breathed.

“She's not fine, I know..” she thought.

.

Table eight was all Iris was trying to locate after changing into her uniform until Harrison's words made her stop in her tracks.

“Sir?.." she asked to be sure she had just heard him correctly.

“Ugh.." Harrison groaned drunkenly, grabbing her apron tight, while trying to stand.

“Take me to the toilet, I want to puke!” He repeated the words he uttered earlier and she tried to balance herself before speaking.

“The male security will do that sir” she said and he made a sound like he was about to puke.

Her eyes widened, recognising him immediately.

“The popular Harrison Brooks?!..” she gasped.

His eyes were closed but damn, he still looked so cute!..

She blinked repeatedly for a while, wondering how someone could be that perfect.

He looked more handsome than he appeared in pictures and magazines.

“Take me —” he hadn't completed his statement when she grabbed his other arm and began guiding him to the toilet as he requested.

“If I help him, maybe he could help me too, even if it's a cleaning job that will also provide me accommodation..” she thought dreamingly, trying to walk properly as she led him..

All eyes landed on them as they walked but no one said anything challenging afterall, it is part of her job to help customers..

**To the toilet** was an exception though..

But yeah..

It's the popular billionaire, all exceptions bow!!..

The bar's toilet was being renovated so Iris had to take him to the bar's hotel and of course, there was only one way to get a toilet which was letting him lodge in a room..

“For Harrison Brooks! A room is needed urgently!” Iris said hurriedly to the receptionist.

“Oh..” the receptionist said, grabbing a key from the drawer immediately..

“Presidential room 14!” she replied, throwing Iris the keys which she successfully caught.

There was no need to ask for a payment first since he was recognised as an influential person that could even buy the hotel.

Definitely, he was going to pay his bills when he's fine.

“I wanna puke!” he said again..

“We're almost there, don't do it on my body please” she pleaded in fear, entering an elevator with him..

“Father is such a man¡ac!” he mumbled, still closing his eyes.

“Huh?.." Iris said, sparing him a swift glance but he didn't speak again.

After what seemed like forever, she finally got to the room with him and opened the door with the keys.

He made another sound like the vomit was closed and with widened eyes, Iris dragged him in with all her strength, pulling him into the bathroom immediately..

The room's door closed in the process and automatically got locked.

Iris breathed heavily in relief after successfully making him release his mess in the sink.

“You should rest after you're done sir” she said, still trying to catch her breath.

“When you're sober, don't forget to look for me and help me just the way I did. I live in hell. My name is Iris Norbert.” she said to the completely-wasted billionaire.

“I need to get back to work” she added before proceeding to leave.

Getting to the room's main door, her eyes widened.

It was locked and worst of all, the key was outside!!

“s**t!.." she cussed but before she could think of anything else, she suddenly felt someone's cold lips at the side of her neck and strong arms, holding her firmly.

Her eyes widened more broadly..,

How did he get to her without her knowledge?!..

Wait..

Why was the contact making her feel this way?!!!!

“S.. sir..” she stuttered, trying to release herself from his grip.

“I need to forget my problems tonight...”

Those were the words of Harrison Brooks that changed everything…

•NEXT MORNING•

Morning dawned without leaving a slight warning and all that woke Iris up was the sun rays that were streaking through the room's gray curtain.

“Uhm..” she made a gentle wince, having a sore feeling between her legs.

Almost immediately, memories from last night began rushing like a movie trailer on fast forward and she sprang up from the bed immediately with her eyes widened beyond description.

“No.. it was a dream right?!.” she stuttered, breathing heavily like someone who was being chased by a wild lion..

Her eyes slowly traveled to her side and she immediately stopped breathing on seeing the billionaire she helped last night right beside her.

It wasn't a dream!..

They had a nightstand!!

At that instant, realization dawned on her and for the first time since she woke up, she realized she was nak£d and only had the duvet cover on her..

With breathlessness, she raised the duvet cover, still wanting to confirm.

It was not a joke..

Not even a dream!..

The sheets were badly stained with her blood.

“My.. my virginity..” she stuttered, staring at the sheets. Her head spun, pounded and ached at the same time.

This was never how she planned to lose her virginity!..

Not a nightstand with a man who wasn't even in his right senses when he ignited an unbridled passion in her with just a single kiss..

She raised her palms to her mouth as more memories came..

How she lost her self control after he claimed her lips..

How she screamed in pain when he made the first penetration..

Her cries when the pains increased as he thrusted in and out..

How she foolishly made sounds in pleasure without thinking of the consequence..

How she got so tired and begged him to stop..

How she passed out last night after begging him to stop for a long while.

Every memory came!..

“Oh Iris, you're so doomed..” her mind cried as she thought of the punishment she'll receive at home for sleeping out..

That aside..

What about her precious dignity she had just lost?..

She couldn't cry.. scream or even yell.

“I should have controlled myself harder,” she said, ruffling her hair in regret.

“I'm not marrying anyone okay” she suddenly heard Harrison mumble sleepily and once again, her eyes widened.

“He mustn't wake up before I leave, I can't face him..” she thought and without thinking twice, she got off from the bed, making sure to avoid making sounds that would wake him up..

Her middle hurt badly as she moved over to the corners where her clothes were laying aimlessly and she couldn't stop hitting her head for allowing the intimacy last night.

“I will never agree to marry her. So cancel every betrothal arrangement you've made” Harrison mumbled sleepily again.

Maybe because Iris was concentrating on her intention to leave or maybe she was still lost in the memories of last night's incident and regret, either way, she paid no attention to any of his words ..

It was as if he wasn't even saying anything because she wasn't listening.

She wore her clothes quickly before heading over to the door.

“It's still locked..” she mumbled, twisting the door knob repeatedly.

“Hair pin!” her mind suddenly whispered and gaze expanded a bit in realization. In less than a second, a pin was out of her head and she had to struggle for a few minutes before it finally opened.

“Don't look for me please” she muttered as she walked out of the room. Her eyes landed on the keys which were now on the floor due to the way she had pushed it with her hairpin while struggling with the door.

She picked up the key and threw it inside the room before running off..

Running was very hard for her due the sore between her legs but she wasn't so bothered..

“What if he sees me and claims that I took advantage of him during the night and maybe, make me land in jail?..” she thought fearfully, increasing her running pace to prevent that from happening.

“Oh Mr billionaire, I pray we never meet again!..” she thought, feeling quite irritated by her body which she hadn't even cleaned up yet..