Taking off my glasses and rubbing my temples I gawked at the endless pile of envelops, folders and documents that filled almost three fourths of my desk, I feel trapped and isolated, I don’t have a single friend in our office and my boss doesn’t give me any credit for all the crap that I do for her. That fucking spinster who dresses like a Lolita makes me want to laugh straight at her face. But then again, the values instilled in me since a kid would constantly kick my conscience, hindering me in doing any rude acts. Sighing and closing my eyes my mind drifted back to the early morning’s event, a sudden chill ran down my spine and I can’t help but feel that something is amiss.
Feeling suddenly awake I struggle to pull my body up, my head hurts, too much alcohol never really do me any good. I look around eyes half closed and still half asleep I let my eyes roam around the room, seeing that I’m on an unfamiliar territory a sudden realization hit me, I don’t know this place. Panic stricken, adrenaline poured out of me as I frantically got up from the bed that earlier contained my slumber form. I look around once again trying to look for something to cover up my naked form. Why am I naked? I don’t even know. Reaching for my fallen clothes scattered on the floor I hastily pulled the sheets out of the bed but the other end of the sheet seems to be stuck on something and as I try to pull harder I lost my footing and fell on my butt producing a loud thud sound. I look around once again waiting for some presence to reveal itself, but there seems to be no one else in the room but me. I gathered all my discarded clothes and put them back on to cover my nudity. Contemplating on myself if I should just leave or wait for someone I decided to leave. Writing my name and contact number on a crumpled paper that I found in the night stand. Whoever lives in this place owes me a lot of explanation. I hesitantly took hold of the knob, and opened the door slowly seeing that no one’s outside the corridor I made my way to the elevator on the end of the hall. The elevator door opened revealing an ungraceful looking operator, as I enter I noticed the look the operator was giving me feeling suddenly self conscious I started to check my own self, seeing that I look ok I didn’t pay him any more attention “What floor Madame?” the uncanny operator ask me, I stammered as I whack my brain out to come up with an answer, but not knowing where I am I don’t really know where to go. “G…ground floor p…lease” my voice sound so foreign even on my own ears. Looking up I saw that I was on the 47th floor I tried my best not to look fazed. I was beginning to think that I was in some fancy high rise hotel, I tried to recall what happened last night but my mind can only come up with three things: a pill of ecstasy, some shot of tequila and an alluring stranger.
Waking from my day dreaming I once again swoop my glasses and places them right before my eye. I have so much work to be done and thinking about what happened this morning is not helping me to progress at all. The events keep turning into my mind like a silent movie from the 60’s playing over and over on my head. Am I starting to get crazy? I really need to be focusing on my job and yet here I am, letting my mind get the best of me by recalling everything that has transpired this morning. One thing that really bothers me though is the alluring stranger. I know I met someone in the club, but how come I don’t remember his face, although his intoxicating smell still lingers in my nostrils I can’t exactly recall his face. Crazy seems to be an understatement, I think I’m beginning to be delusional. I never had a boyfriend since birth and all the men who turn to look at me wanted nothing more from me but sex. “Sex.” Hearing that word all I can only think about it as an act, I don’t know the feeling, the sensation, the… what am I thinking? Why am I thinking about sex anyway? I made it clear to myself that I didn’t make sex with the alluring stranger in the club I have solid proof that my virginity is still intact. After I get to my office I make sure to do some research first on what it would feel after your first time, the after lust and all the tiny juicy detail of your first time. I don’t feel sore in between my legs, my body temperature is so normal, I don’t have any lustful thoughts that I can think of at this moment. I sigh, I don’t know if that’s a sign of relief that I’m still a virgin or a disappointment that I hadn’t seal the deal with the alluring stranger.
“Safiya, are you quite done with the documents that I need?” for the nth time of the day I have been awakened by my reverie. “2 more minutes and I’ll e-mail it to you.” I tried to sound as natural as possible but my boss gave me this speculating glare that wants me to scram at my feet and beg for her forgiveness. The document is due yesterday and here I am begging for a pathetic 2 minutes so I can email it to her. Minerva gave me a smug look and positioned herself in front of my desk leaning on my pile of work, her dull blue eyes darting towards me, “Someone looks like she’s having a little bit of going on in her life, you’re never late in what ever I ask you to do. Are you seeing someone?” I immediately picked up her tone Minerva is more of mocking me than questioning. A little lie won’t hurt and besides I really want her to feel jealous that I won’t be going old alone like her. I smiled at her a sly sadistic smile before nodding my head lightly indicating that I was answering a yes for her question. Her face twitch, a little dismay and a little irritation radiating from her form which is still leaning on my desk, Minerva carefully withdraw and stood straight in front of my desk, it took her a minute or two before she speaks. “Well, that’s good. At least one of us gets to get laid.” She muttered the last part of her statement under her breath apparently not wanting me to hear it but I did. I flashed her one cheerful smile and said “the document’s been emailed you might want to check them Minerva.” Before retreating to her office Minerva dangled her hand in the air drawing imaginary heart shaped objects teasing me with “Safiya Albright no longer a NBFSB member.”
NBFSB? Now what does that mean? Before I could get up and start to raise the question, Minerva had already marched inside her office then my yahoo messenger pops out from my computer screen.
Minnie069: NBFSB means No Boyfriend Since Birth. A club I thought would suit you and me. But I guess I’m on my own now. I’m happy for you Safiya.
I smiled to myself, sometimes Minerva could be so sweet, provided that she’s in a good mood that is. Suddenly a pang of guilt struck me, while Minerva is being kind and sweet here I am deceiving her telling her lies but then again, I didn’t know that my little lie would turn out to be like this. Once again I sighed at myself it’s almost time to go home. I might as well start fixing my things. Before going up I replied to Minerva’s ym.
Safiya007: ;-) Thanks!
As I absent mindedly stroll through the hallway on my way to the ladies room, I fiddled through my ID which is usually clipped on my breast pocket then realizing that it wasn’t there. Thinking that maybe I haven’t really placed it there I made my way into the ladies room to resume my daily routine of fixing myself. As I entered the room, I saw two of my officemate aimlessly chatting in front of the mirror while they skillfully or better yet mechanically apply their make up. “Hey, Safiya I saw you last night at the club. Who’s with you?” the red haired which is obviously dyed asked me, I recall her name is Bree.
“I’m with a friend.” I answered flatly not wanting the conversation to go on any much longer. “I didn’t know you have some friends?” Bree said sardonically. Clearly, this girl won’t easily let me off the hook, people know that I lack social interest and that I have a very limited number of friends most of them not in this office. “I said a friend; in short I’m on a date.” Bree was unable to throw back any sarcastic comments and I walked passed them my nose stuck up in the air, locking my self inside the toilet cubicle. As soon as I locked the door and heard the duo exit the ladies room with a fit, I let go of my breath which I have been holding since I unleash my intimidating answer. Something’s definitely wrong with me today. After a good five minutes of articulately fixing my hair and retouching my light make up I went to grab my things at my desk. I scramble the things in my bag in a futile attempt to find my ID but with no luck it wasn’t there. I might as well go back to Royalton Hotel to check whether or not I have left my ID there.
The pavement was cold the temperature indicates that Christmas is just around the corner. I wave at the first taxi at my sight but the car didn’t pull over, my gaze followed the cab which passed right in front of me and I almost cursed the damned driver when he stop to the next block when a blond woman wave at him. “Tough luck” Bree snickered by my side clearly enjoying my little defeat at the cab, what did I ever did to this girl? She’s really hitting on my nerves on purpose. “Driver’s too choosy.” I answered in a very bitter tone not bothering to look at the woman beside me. Bree didn’t answer instead she waved her hand and a taxi stop right there and then, I was really crazy to think that she would give me the taxi or even share it with me. Bree opened the door and hurled herself in the car giving me a smug smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow Safiya.” She shut the door and the taxi went off. I shut my mouth I don’t want to bother myself by snapping at that annoying witch. After some time, I finally got myself a taxi.
“Royalton Hotel please.” the driver quickly obliged, to my relief there isn’t much traffic in the streets and I got in the hotel at
“Hi!” I said casually to the receptionist. She greeted me with a lovely smile and asked “What can I do for you ma’am?” “Well…” I hesitated a minute, I didn’t practice what should I say, the thought that maybe someone brought me here didn’t came across my mind until three seconds ago, I adjusted my wrist watch, a gesture I always do when I’m nervous or anxious. I smiled and tried to swallow the small build up of saliva in my mouth. “I came here last night… Actually I’m not sure if I’m alone or if I’m with someone…and… I was wondering if…if…maybe I left my ID here.” I managed to finish what I was saying still fiddling my wrist watch. The receptionist looking at me questionably, processing what I have just said then she smiled again and asked “What room are you in ma’am?” “I don’t really remember.” “Can I just get your name then?”
“Safiya… Safiya Albright” I said nervously. “Can you hold on a minute ma’am?” I nodded and the receptionist made a few clicks on her computer clearly checking any record that I might have in their hotel. After some more clicks here and there she looked at me and said “Safiya Albright, you have checked at exactly
I quickly opened my door and turned on the lights, my place is exactly the same since I left it the other day. I walked across my living room and went straight to my bedroom, removing my clothes I switched on the heater on my shower maybe a nice hot bath would help me clear up my head then maybe I could think straight and figure the bizarre things that’s happen last night in the club and in the Royalton hotel. Sliding my glass door I went inside the hot shower, I watched the steam as it makes its foggy effect on my mirror door, I let the hot water pour down to my body as I rub my hair with my shampoo the scent of lavender working its aroma therapy calming my stressed muscles, I reached for the liquid soap beside the shampoo, slowly I pour some of it into my body using the sponge to spread the castile liquid in my pale flesh. I closed my eyes as I let the calming sensation take over me, sensing that I needed more than a shower to help me relax I filled the tub with lukewarm water and prepared it for a bubble bath. I soaked my naked body into the welcoming water and lean my head on the folded towel on the banister. My eyes are becoming heavy signaling my mind that I needed to sleep but my mind won’t obliged. It’s still busy processing the events of last night. How come I don’t remember anything that happened last night? It’s not like it’s my first time to use ecstasy, although I’m not an addict I’ve tried using ecstasy with my bestfriend before every time we would go clubbing, the purple pill helps me to socialize and I never had a memory lost when using it. As for the alcohol issue, I know that I don’t have a high tolerance but I could always get till at least five shots of tequila. The pill and the alcohol issue don’t bother me as much as the alluring stranger, I kept on thinking is he a product of my imagination? Am I playing on myself? Did I really meet him in the club? Why did I wake up in the Royalton hotel? And why did I wake up naked? My head is beginning to take a spin I’ve been lingering long enough in the water. I hurled myself out of the tub and covered myself with my robe I brushed my teeth and headed outside the bath into my room. Stepping into my room I felt stiff, a familiar yet foreign scent filled the night air, is this one of my nightly fantasy or is this one for real? I heard some rustling sound by the window the curtain is flying following the flow of the cold wind through my open window. Suddenly I felt alert, I never did leave the window open why was the curtain flowing through the air? Sensing that I wasn’t alone at the moment my eyes quickly and alertly scanned the room, I took a few step backward hesitating if I would lock myself up in the bathroom in my second step I grip harder at the hair dryer in my hand ready to swing if ever there is an unwanted visitor in my loft. I took another step my heart rate accelerating I could almost hear its resounding anxiousness when I felt a very cold hand in my neck, I spun around to see the face of the intruder, thinking that if I die I might at least wanted to see the face of the vixen who would take my life. To my utter surprise I’m met by the most inviting, alluring and hypnotizing pair of onyx eyes accompanied with midnight blue irises. “Hello stranger.” I heard the intruder whisper in my ears sending a chill of electricity down to my spine his voice rendered me helpless in his arms I tried to push him away but the intoxicating smell of his minty fresh breath rendered me helpless then my brain suddenly alarmed me that the intruder was no other than the alluring stranger in the club. I tried to open my mouth to say something but the dizziness I felt during my bath came back to me as fast as lightning and then everything went black.
- to be continued
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