I woke up with a throbbing headache, my fingers touching the floor, my head on the edge of the bed. I turned around sleeping on my back and nope, this is not my house, fuck me. Where am I? Where's this place? Who's house is this?. Olwethu you're so dead, I got up and got off bed, tripping over something falling on my face. Fuck. I looked around the house, my head is spinning.
I picked up my jacket and my pants, I need to go.
I opened the bedroom door my clothes on my chest and I tiptoed across the room and the main door opened forcing me to freeze, immediately. The guy from last night closed the door holding a coffee holder on his right hand and a small paper bag with his teeth, he turned around and he also froze then looked down at my legs then up at me and he walked past me, putting everything on the table he then walked back and pointed me back to the bedroom.
I frowned and walked back he isn't asking, this house must have cost a lot of money, everything in here is screaming filthy rich. How the hell did I not realize he's rich? How the hell did I end up here? Why did I end up here? I put on my pants and shoes then walked back out, he had poured coffee in cups and the muffins in the plate, making this even more awkward. I sat down and watched him eating.
"Look, can we not make this a thing?".
"What do you mean?".
"We had sex, once, that doesn't mean we're now dating and you should buy breakfast let alone, share it".
He stopped eating and looked up at me, confused."We had sex?".
"We didn't?".He just looked at me."What?".
"We never had sex".
"I woke up not wearing pants".
He pointed at me."All thanks to you".
"Oh no, what did I do?".
He sat back on his chair, his right arm over the chair."We got here, you started stripping off your clothes saying it's hot then you fell on the floor, I carried you to the bedroom and I slept on the couch, in my own place".
"So we never had sex then?".
"No and get off your high horses, I'm not into you, Olwethu".
That made me chuckle, feeling both embarrassed and glad I did not have drunk sex with this man whose name I don't even know. Why the hell did I leave the club with this man? Why am I even still seated here with him?. I had all my coffee leaving the muffin untouched, if I were to eat it now, I'd definitely throw up all over his face. Wait, today is the third day.
"You have no TV?".I asked after he told me he doesn't have one.
"No".
"Where's my phone?".
He looked around then me."I don't know, it's your phone".
"Where's yours?".
"I don't have a phone".
"How the fuck do you not have a phone?".
He just shrugged, this guy is shady, who in the 21st century does not have a phone? I raised a brow and he continued eating, I need to get out of here, now. I got off the chair and took my shoes and bag.
"Thank you, guy but I need to go find someone with a phone or a TV".
"Why?".
"To find out if the hangman has hanged anyone today".
He frowned."Hangman?".
"You really don't know who the Hangman is? Where do you live?".He just looked at me."The serial killer".
"Oh, why today?".
This guy lives under the rock, seriously. I'm going to need at least an hour to explain everything to him but I need to leave, I need my phone which I probably lost. Maybe he knows where my phone is but he's just being an ass, I need to go and he's still staring at me, waiting for an explanation, I groaned sitting down.
"Okay, for the last three weeks this guy has been killing women every after three days and today is the third day after his last kill, today should be the day we find someone else, dead, a woman who's a doctor".
"A doctor?".
"Catch up, serial killer, they are all doctors, that's the only thing they have in common and if I can crack this case, I'll...".
"Get your job back?".
"No, I don't care about my job, I love being a journalist, don't get me wrong but...".
"You don't want a boss? And you hate your boss?".
"I don't want a boss, I hate my boss, maybe I should be a cop".I would be a great cop."Maybe I should".
He just looked at me, talking to myself."Wait, cops have bosses unless of course I were to be a PI working for me, yes, that could work, I am jobless".
I sat down, I just realized I am jobless, I don't have a job, I got fired, okay not entirely but I don't have a job at the moment. I got suspended which obviously will lead to me getting fired. He just sat there watching me, he's probably asking himself why he took me home with him. I took another sip of my coffee before drinking the whole cup.
I need to go."Thank you for... Everything, I gotta go, I'm jobless".
"Go job hunting?".
"Probably, that's a good idea".
He just nod, I stood up and washed my cup, wiping it, he watched me before pointing at the top cabinet. I put it back then bowed and walked out.
