In Just One Night

The next morning

Yasmine rubbed her eyes, looking around the unfamiliar room she woke up in. She tried gaining her memories of the previous night, but her mind was blank. Just then, she turned to her side to find the back of a strange man facing her.

"What the...?" She gasped, clasping her mouth shut with her hand.

Ever so slowly, she turned the man on his back, and all the colour on her face drained when she saw who was lying naked under that sheet. "Oh, no." Sleeping delicately right next to her was none other than her new boss.

He looked peaceful in his sleep - too peaceful if she was being honest. If it wasn't for the constant rising of his chest Yasmine would have thought he was dead or something. Without the kilogram of hair gel on his head or the constant scowl on his face, James looked like a completely different man. Different from the man Yasmine had been working under for the last several months.

Realizing the severity of the situation, Yasmine quickly rushed to her feet and gathered all her clothes. "What have I done?" She cried.

It didn't take a genius to know what had happened that night, but for some reason, she couldn't remember anything leading up to that moment. All she knew was that she needed to get out of there as soon as possible before her boss woke up and made the atmosphere more uncomfortable than she could handle.

She quickly slipped on her black dress, or what was left of it, and ran out of the hotel room with her shoes and purse in her hands.

It was hard avoiding the confused gazes the hotel workers were giving her as she dashed out of there. They all stared at her like she was some slut or a mad woman but what was she supposed to say? 'I slept with my boss and I can't remember anything?' Of course not.

As luck would have it, by the time she stepped out of the hotel, it was raining heavily- In Summer for crying out loud! "Why now?" Yasmine covered her head with her purse and quickly rushed to find shelter as she waited for a taxi to stop by.

She stood there shivering in the cold for nearly half an hour before a taxi finally pulled over and she got in without wasting a second. "I'll pay you extra for the seats." She told the cab driver through shivers. The man was visibly cringing at the sight of her wet clothes messing up his car but he said nothing about it, his face however, depicted a different story.

"Fuck it's dead!" Yasmine cursed at her phone which was conveniently out of battery just when she needed it most. "What do I do now?" She racked her brain, trying to get at least one piece of her missing memory so she could piece together the events of last night.

"Miss, we're here." The taxi driver pulled Yasmine out of her train of thought. She quickly gathered her things and got out of the car just after paying him and apologizing profusely. In the end, she had to pay him double the usual amount due to the inconvenience of her wet clothes.

She knew the amount was ridiculously high but Yasmine hated inconveniencing people more than anything and soaking up the poor man's seat and leaving just like that didn't feel right, especially when it seemed like she was his first customer of the day.

Finally making it to her apartment after climbing up numerous flights of stairs because the elevator decided to be out of service today of all days, Yasmine felt dazed as she plopped down on the ground. It was barely 7 am and she was feeling extremely drained and exhausted. Even thinking too much to remember her night made her head hurt.

Picking herself up, she made her way to the bathroom. The only thing she needed at that moment was a good bath and nothing else. The rest would come after.

After staying in the bath for over an hour, contemplating her life, Yasmine finally put on some warm clothes and went to make breakfast. She'd planned on taking a nap first but she was too hungry to sleep on an empty stomach.

She made her usual bowl of cereal and fresh strawberries before getting cozy on the couch and dialing her best friend's number, the one person she needed at that moment.

After a couple rings the call finally connected. "Fuck Yasmine, you better have a damn good reason for calling me this early in the morning." Amelia spat from the other end of the line, irritated that her sleep was brutally cut off on the weekend.

"I need someone to talk to."

"What happened?" Amelia asked, sounding more serious.

Yasmine could tell all traces of sleep had left her friend's body so she proceeded to tell Amelia everything- that is, everything she remembered, which was nothing but by the end of it Amelia was shocked and Yasmine was left feeling even more confused.

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