What the Puck!?

Chapter 7: The Indecent Proposal

Zania

I hear my phone ring somewhere in the distance and reluctantly turn to reach for my phone. My body is sore, as if I had a 3-hour session at the gym. Then memories of last night flood my senses, and I shoot up and start to look around the room.

The space beside me is empty. I look around the room for signs of the asshole hockey player, but all I see is the mess he helped me make: condom wrappers on the floor, a knocked-over lamp, and an awkwardly placed tv on the dresser. I think back to him practically throwing me on top of the dresser and the tv almost toppling over as he slammed his dick into me.

I groan when my phone rings again, and I shift to get out of bed. My vagina feels like I was fucked by a horse. I pause with that thought because I was mildly impressed by Jason's package. While I've seen a big dick before, his definitely made me take a second look.

My phone is not on the nightstand, and I crawl out of bed, where my feet instantly step onto the wet carpet. I ignore the memories, trying to crawl their way between my legs, and sigh heavily at the memory of my hair getting wet in the shower. As I walk away from the bed, the phone stops ringing but immediately starts again as I approach the living room.

I find the phone resting on the arm of the couch and cringe at the name that appears on the caller's ID: Kyle. It used to say "Fucking Asshole," but a client saw it once, and I realized that it wouldn't reflect well on me to have that listed in my phone when he calls as much as he does.

"Where the fuck are you!?" Kyle barks into the phone the moment I accept the call, "And why aren't you answering the got damn phone?!"

I take a deep breath and catch an unfortunate glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is wild, and hickeys are on my neck, breasts, and further down. It looked like I let a horny teenager and a powerful vacuum attack me.

"Nia! Answer me!" Kyle screams again. I seriously want to reach into the phone and kill him. But only after I torture him first.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I say to Kyle as calmly as I can. I know that this is the wrong response. But at the moment, my brain can barely process what happened to me last night and the strong contrast it has with this contentious phone call.

Silence is on the other side of the phone, and I am waiting for another verbal attack. I am surprised when Kyle responds with equal calm and asks me again where I am and why I was not picking up my phone.

I glare at my reflection in the mirror as though it is Kyle I am looking at. I don't trust his shift in demeanor. But I will play along for now.

"I am in my hotel room. My phone defaults to DND at night, so I didn't hear my phone ring initially. Then I couldn't find my phone," I rush out as calmly and as quickly as possible, "Is there something we need to discuss before I get ready to head over to the meeting?"

"I thought we discussed the DND. You really need to change that since I clearly need to reach you and as well as your other clients," Kyle says in a low, threatening tone, "And how do you lose your phone in a hotel room?"

I refuse to engage in this conversation, especially when it is coated in control and accusation. Though this time, the unspoken accusation actually has merit for once. I push forward, ask Kyle again what he is calling for, and remind him that I need to get ready for a meeting and flight home this afternoon.

Once again, I am surprised that he doesn't push harder. He tells me to call him after the meeting while reminding me that I never called after last night's game. The call disconnects, and I close my eyes, trying to regain my wits about myself.