Mysterious Love

Mysterious lady

As I opened my eyes to the bright Sunday morning sunlight peeking through the window, I felt a weight beside me on the bed. Confused and disoriented, I turned to see a beautiful woman in her twenties lying next to me, peacefully asleep.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this some kind of dream? I pinched myself and looked around the room, trying to make sense of the situation. But it was real. She was real.

My heart raced as I took in her flawless makeup and smooth, light skin. I was smitten, but also frightened. How did she get past my bodyguards and security? What was her motive?

I reached out to gently shake her awake, but as I did, she shifted her weight to the other side of the bed, oblivious to my presence. My mind raced with questions and scenarios as I tried to come up with a plan.

I knew I had to investigate. I quickly changed into my pajamas and checked the clock - 10 a.m. I was already late for my morning meeting.

But my curiosity got the best of me. I had to know more about this woman and how she ended up in my bed. The mystery was consuming me, and I couldn't focus on anything else until I had answers.

Little did I know, this was only the beginning of a wild and unpredictable journey that would turn my world upside down.

I dashed downstairs to confront the guards about a lady who had entered my room without authorization.

"What happened here?" I wondered as I couldn't find any of my guards. I sensed something wasn't quite right, so I returned upstairs to meet the mystery lady lying on my bed.

I rushed up the stairwell and ripped open the door, ready to confront her. Surprisingly, she wasn't there anymore.

"Where is she?" "She was right here when I left," I know she didn't jump out the window. From this vantage point, it appeared to be a great distance away.

Suddenly, I heard the shower running, and a voice, presumably singing, came from inside the shower. For a brief minute, my pulse raced, thinking, "How dare she go into my shower!"

Furious, I wanted to rush in and confront her; suddenly, the door opened slightly and she tossed a towel at me and shouted, "Don't come in, I'm nude."

"What the f**k!" I said angrily to myself.

"She used my towel!" I knelt and picked up the towel. I felt agitated as I waited for her to finish using the shower before confronting her and, if possible, give her the beating of her life.

"I'm coming out naked right now." She stated.

The word "naked" struck me the instant I heard it. My heart was pounding when the shower door opened, and I hastily turned my back to avoid seeing her naked body.

"What are you?" I asked her angrily, still turning my back to avoid seeing her naked body.

"Uhm. Are you upset, hun? Could you kindly hand the towel to me? "She spoke in a quiet tone.

I immediately handed her the towel I was still holding, even though I was still upset, since I knew she needed something to cover her body. Her voice was flawless, and one could tell she's a true beauty just by listening to her.

"Have you responded to my question?" I said. My voice is becoming calmer.

"You're a bad man, hun? So you'd want to wait in the room while I get dressed? ".. She was nearly enraged.

Those words of hers widened my eyes.

"Oh, my bad," I hastily said as I went out of the bedroom, trying not to glance back.

I stood in front of my bedroom door. I got enraged, and a slew of questions began to flood my mind.

"She slept on my bed! , used my shower, even my treasured costly towel that I won't share with anybody, even my mother, and also chased me out of my multi-million dollar bedroom! ".. How gullible can I be?

She won't get away with it, I reasoned, she'd already done enough. She's too lovely to ignore; I have to lay with her.

"Come in," she said. I pushed open the door and strode into the bedroom, but this time with my selfish ego.

When I stepped into the bedroom, she was wearing my underpants and my favorite shirt, which was a size too big for her; she looked like an ant tossed inside an elephant cloth.

She enraged me, but i quickly calmed down. I know I have to follow through on my plans. I have to f*** her.

I'm going insane as hell. She sat on my bed with her knees folded, her eyes innocently staring at me. I couldn't help myself as my junior began to rise.

This is not me, having a s****l desire for an unknown stranger who appears mysteriously on my bed. I need to overcome my greedy ego and confront her, but it seems nearly impossible.

"Who are you?" I inquire.

"Does it make a difference?" She responded, seductively blinking her eyes.

"Yes, it matters. I awoke to see you on my bed; I'm not sure how you got there! "..

"I don't have the strength to talk right now; fetch me something to eat and I'll tell you all you need to know." She spoke almost mumbling, blinking her eyes as she talks. Her beautiful black straight hair made her look exceptional.

"Eat?. You have no right to beg for food. You are a moron..." I replied angrily, then paused as I observed teardrops on her cheek.

I'm taken aback and astonished. I swiftly exited the room and made my way to the kitchen.

I pulled open the fridge and immediately took out some fried rice with chicken. This is the quickest meal I can make for her.

Many questions and ideas began to flow in my head while waiting for the meal to be heated in the microwave.

"She is, nonetheless, stunning. But who exactly is she, and where did she come from? "..

"She took over my bed, used my shower and my costly towel, and kicked me out of my room. She was dressed in my underwear and favorite shirt, and now I'm cooking for her. Isn't this a spell? ".. I questioned myself.

While I was still thinking, the microwave chimps and I took the meal out and placed it on a tray with an orange juice.

I climbed the stairs, holding the meal on a tray in my hand. I opened the door and strolled up to the bed, only to discover that she was no longer there.

"Where has she gone?" I remarked this as I placed the food on the bed.

"Is she showering again?" I wondered as I heard the shower running.

This is my chance to spy on her and see her nakednes when she's bathing. I smiled as I tiptoed to the door and opened it just a little.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that should not be squandered because of all the difficulty I had to go to to prepare a meal for her.

I pushed open the door slightly and peered into the shower. Surprisingly, no one is there.

"Where could she possibly have gone?" I pondered.

I stepped into the shower and noticed writing that said "You are a d**k!" scribbled in lipstick on the mirror in the shower.

I hurriedly exited the bathroom, realizing how silly I had been. Assuming she was still in the Mansion, I went downstairs and wanted to call her name, instantly I remembered she never told me her name. What a dupe.

I looked everywhere and couldn't find her. A car drove in once the gates of the Mansion were opened. My two bodyguards exited the van.

"What have you been up to?" In a rage, I questioned them.

"Your Father summoned us; we have no choice but to go meet him." Ballista responded.

Before I became the CEO of my father's firm, Ballista and Fred had always been a part of me.

"Why don't you inform me before you go, that your salary is paid by me not my father?" I objected.

"We apologize; we did our best. But you were still asleep when I entered your room ".. Fred responded.

My eyes widened as I realized that if Fred had been to my room this morning, he would have seen the strange lady.

"Fred, did you notice anyone else in my room by the time you came in?" I asked Fred, my hopes high.

"No, sir, you were the only one sleeping in your room." Fred responded by not lifting his head; this is a display of respect for him that I despise and have previously warned him about.

That means she snuck in while Ballista and Fred went to see my father. And quickly left before they returned.