Falling For a Stranger

Uncovering the Mystery.

Anya
My sleep was pretty restless last night. When I did eventually fall asleep I had dreams of the mystery man. I hope he was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him. Ugh. I need to stop this. I'm probably never going to see him again. Unless he comes to the club again. But I don't know what he looks like or even his name. Good job Anya.
I sigh to myself. Falling flat on the bed. How could I be so stupid? To randomly catch feelings for a guy I had had an interaction with for approximately fifteen minutes. Without knowing anything about him. Other than his strong hands resting on my waist. His chin hovering protectively over my head and the awkwardness of his crotch resting just above my ass. He was hard.
I pull out my phone, looking through the pictures I took of myself last night before I went out. A sexy little red dress, showing off my cleavage. Silver heels, tall enough to give me the height I need and short enough for me to walk in them. And the cutest little silver bag that somehow made it home with me last night, even though I did leave it at the bar.
I pull up my Instagram account that I post on like I'm a celebrity. With captions filled with emojis and descriptions like 'what a night 🤪'. With a public account, I have quite a lot of followers, some of them friends from work, other's friends and family, others from nights out and so on. That's one thing I will always love about nights out, the people you meet along the way.
I press the '+' button on Instagram and select some pictures from last night. As soon as I hit post, likes fill my notification page. Comments from friends, girls from clubs that I have been to and family members. You can't forget the random ass message of men commenting "fuck me 😳🥵" these comments always seem to get thrown to the girls. With the girls having the most healthy, girls supporting girls responses EVER! Like "Ugh, as if 😫" - Iconic 'Clueless' phrase.

I crawl out of bed, jumping straight in the shower and washing off yesterday's perfume and messy curls that had dropped within two hours. There was the occasional curl here and there but it wasn't worth keeping it as it was.
I forget how amazing showers are after nights out. The warm water hitting my skin, smoothing out my hair, the refreshing scents of rose coming from my shampoo and conditioner. The sensational feeling of my grapefruit scented body wash and tea tree facial wash instantly soothing my skin. Lush.
I get out of the shower and dry my body before wrapping a dressing gown around me and doing my morning facial routine. Moisturiser and primer. I give my eyebrows a quick brush out and apply some lip balm. With today being my day off, the makeup isn't needed, so back to basics, the love of my life.
I go into the kitchen and turn the TV on as I begin to pour myself some cereal. I change the channel from a black and white film to the news.
'Breaking News' appeared on the screen. I brought my bowl of cereal over to my sofa and sat down as I watch the news man go through the latest news.
'CEO of Nether Corporation Andy Wright has sadly passed away in the early hours of this morning. His wife Lillian described him as "fit, healthy and well last night' and woke up this morning to see him 'struggling for air.' Benjamin Wright, Mr Wright's son is next in line for the company. However, Benjamin was seen last night with an unknown woman at the Bellevue Club.'
I put my spoon back in my cereal bowl as a clip of me grinding on THE Benjamin Wright, flashes up on the screen. I gasp in shock looking at how perfectly in sync we are. THIS is the man I've been fantasising about over the last few hours. My ex boss' son, or now, my new boss.
I listen carefully as the news man go through the rest.
'We were told that Benjamin was meeting up with a client. These two seem pretty close. Could this be Mr Wright's, Mrs Wright? Find out more as we uncover this story. This is Dev Sharma with the latest this morning, goodbye.'
I continue to stare at the screen as Dev goes through all of the latest and greatest of the world today. Only moving as I hear my phone ring. It's Natalie from work. "Babe? Was that you on the news?"
"Yep." I say, the word almost coming out as a whisper. But just loud enought for her to hear.
She lets out an ear-piercing squeal, causing me to pull my phone away from my ear. I pull it back just in time to hear her say, "What were you doing with Benjamin Wright?" Her voice full of excitement and curiosity. She likes to know the tea. Especially when it's to do with one of her favourite topics, boys.
"Umm, what did it look like I was doing?" Inside my heart was racing. I'll be honest. I did know what I was doing. I dance enough on the weekends at clubs to become a professional dancer. Obviously, I'm not going to admit that. Grinding on Benjamin Wright was never the plan. Grinding on a man was the intention, but how was I supposed to know who it was?
"Well, to me, it looked like you were grinding on Benjamin Wright and boy did he look turned on." She sniggers. She's so happy about this.
I'll be honest, part of me is too. Taking into consideration of how drop dead gorgeous Benjamin Wright is, it's a complete shocker that I pulled him last night.
"What if he finds out?" I say quickly, closing my eyes as I say it.
"What do you mean? Surely he knows who you are?"
"Nope, he doesn't know who I am, to him I am just a nobody, a play thing, a stripper to have fun with on a night out."
"Well shit, why didn't you tell him? Tell him who you really were."
"Ugh, I don't know, I was having a moment, I didn't think he would disappear."
"We will figure this out, I mean he will find out eventually."
"He probably knows right now, and as soon as I step into work tomorrow he will fire me. He will want nothing to do with me." I sigh loudly.
"He will want everything to do with you. I'm sure. You're worth more than what you think Anya."
"Thanks Nat."
"Welcome babe, now enjoy your day off. You'll be ok. We can have a catch up tomorrow and go from there."
"Sounds good, bye." I hang up. What a weekend.

Ben
I walked into the office the next morning with eyes watching me. Looks of shock and confusion. With my dad's recent passing in the earlier hours of this morning. I knew I had to go into work, to reassure people I was a lot stronger than I looked. Yes, I should be mourning, but dad wouldn't want that. 'The company comes first.' He would say.
But it's not just the talk of my dad that people are giving me looks for. The news of the mysterious girl at Bellevue last night has been spreading like wildfire. I'd be shocked if no one knew.
"Sir," my assistant Ashton runs up to me. "First of all, my deepest and sincerest condolences for your father's passing."
"Thank you Ashton," I say, as I continue to walk to the barriers to scan my pass to get to the lift.
"Second of all Sir, about the girl. I'm assuming you don't know of her?"
"You're right, I'm assuming you do?"
"We do have information Sir."
"Great, fill me in when we get to the office please," I step into the lift as Ashton follows closely behind me.

Getting to the office felt like the longest five minutes of my life. I was desperate to find out about this girl. The girl who made me feel things I have never felt for anyone before. The girl who gave me such a magnetic pull that I had to go to her.
Her long dark hair flowing and swishing down her back as she danced to the music. She was beautiful. Or, from what I saw.
I sit down into my chair and face Ashton as he sits down. "As you were saying about the girl."
"Right, her name is Anya Matthews."
"Why do I recognise that name?"
"She's worked at the company for two years and works in the Product Analysis section of the company, on the 6th floor."
I nod my head, "can you send her up?"
"She isn't in today, but I could tomorrow. Is that ok for you Sir?"
"Yes, as soon as she comes in, send her up." I say, spinning my chair to face my floor to ceiling window. "That's all."
The door closes as Ashtion leaves.
I swivel my chair away from my desk to face the never-ending London view.
I smirk, I'm looking forward to meeting you Miss Anya Matthews.