Alzea came home late at night; her days were so stressful, it was terrible. Her classes and her job are making her lose her mind.
As soon as she stepped in, feeling it dark, she turned on the light. As soon as she turned on the light, she shrieked. She saw Blake, her roommate, and her boyfriend tangled in the sheets, naked. Blake's boyfriend rolled off the bed, hearing a loud noise. Blake got annoyed, "what the hell Alzi, can you like shut up? We are tired; let us sleep".
Alzea walked over to her roommate, "God, Blake, can you at least do it in your bedroom? I sit on that couch and work on it, and now you ruined it for me".
"You sat on it before; it didn't bother you then?" asked Blake adjusting her sheets and pulling them up to her head to sleep. "What do you mean?" asked Alzea making a serious face. Blake winked and said, "third-time babe."
Alzea visibly gagged. "I am tossing that couch," she said, leaving her room. Even though she hates Blake in these situations, she is the only one that keeps her sane and entertained. She and Blake got along well and became thick friends in a few days. Both parties knew each other's families and loved each other dearly.
Alzea retired to her room and freshened up. As soon as she hit the bed, her bed pulled her into a deep sleep. She woke up to the bright lights shining in her room. She always opened her curtains before bed, making waking up easier. She went to the restroom and did her skincare and hair.
She walked into the dining area where Blake and her boyfriend were chitchatting. Last night was still fresh in her mind and scarred her for life. She wasn't born yesterday; she knows people have sex, which is as common as breathing. But things like this are new to her; where she grew up, it wasn't expected, and sex was a bit of a taboo. She walked over, joined the conversation to avoid awkwardness, and sat quietly.
Her roommate looked Alzea in the eye and winked. "Why are you so awkward, girl? It's not like you have never seen two people after sex?"
Alzea glared at Blake, sipping her coffee. "You're kidding? Never? Like ever? Girl. How are you 25?" asked Blake, surprised.
Alzea was irritated at this point, "No, Blake, it's a daily occurrence back home. We stand outside the room holding a towel to offer to them after the activity".
Blake laughed hard, "girl, it is so fun to see you all flushed and irritated. Don't worry, babe, I will put on a show if you need it sometime; what say, babe?" she asked her boyfriend, who was mortified to be in this situation.
Before Alzea could leave, Blake continued. "So, since Friday, I have been thinking of going to a club. I think they are organizing a Bollywood night or something; you can dance to your heart's content. I suppose there will be some student discount; wanna join?".
"I don't know, Blake, I have a job this morning, and then I have to work some more, you know, assignments and stuff?" responded Alzi putting a piece of toast on her plate.
"Oh! Come on, Alzi, it's Friday, and no harm will come to us. Besides, you need to get laid. You are a 25-year-old virgin; don't you think it's time to lose it?" asked Blake.
"Naah. I am in no hurry to die with an STD. If I want, I will come to you, and you can point me in the right direction", said Alzi smiling.
"Your humor is getting out of hand. God, you will die a virgin," she left Blake, putting her plate in the sink.
"At least my cookie won't smell when I die," ran Alzi out of the room before Blake could get her hands on her.
"Hey, someone named Matt stopped by. Do you know him? Asked her roommate, eyeing Alzea suspiciously.
"Yep, we are in the same project together; why?" Said Alzea putting on her shoes to leave
"He said he would come to pick you up at eight and asked you to be ready. Is that why you don't want to go to the club with me?" Asked Blake, faking hurt.
"What Club did you say you were going to?" Asked Alzea, ready to leave. "Whisky Saigon," replied her roommate.
"Fine, I will go with you. We planned to go to the same club anyways" Alzea left her room and headed for her job.
Somewhere in a beautiful Mansion:
An older lady in her 50s can be seen talking to a man on the phone. "What is it?" the woman asked irritatingly. "How often do I have to tell you not to call me on my direct line? For all we could know, my fucking phone is being tracked, and if the brothers get to know that I am behind all of this, they will kill me before I succeed. And you do know that I will not go down by myself. If I go down, I am taking you with me". The woman threatened.
Hearing this, the man on the other side said, "Are you threatening me? Remember, you were the one that wanted this deal. You were the one who tried to destroy the brothers, and in exchange for helping you, you will help me take their position in the Mafia world. You don't get to threaten me; I know the risks of this deal and calling you here. But this is an emergency, and I needed to know when we will implement stage 2 of our plan.
The woman was angry now. "You need to be patient, you idiot; I planned everything, and after the wedding, things will be in order," she yelled through her phone.
"They better be," said the man before hanging up the phone.
The woman hung up the phone, "I should do something and escalate my plan; if not, everything I have worked for in the past few decades will be pouring fragrance down the drain." Thinking about this, the woman called someone and asked him to meet her.
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