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. 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 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 on me. 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, for some reason I decided to put it on public, which some people think is weird, but I quite like, it means that people can find me on nights out.
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 attacked by the girls. With responses like "Ugh, as if 🤮" - Iconic Cher phrase. Girls supporting girls is one of the most iconic things.

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 scents of shampoo, conditioner. Their sensational feeling of body wash and face wash instantly soothing your 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.
I go into the kitchen and turn the TV on as I begin to pour myself some cereal. I change the channel from a shitty old 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 lady go through the latest news. 

'CEO of Nether Corporation Andy Wright has sadly passed away in the early hours of this morning. His wife Lilliane 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. 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 pause, staring at the screen in shock. That is me, grinding on Benjamin Wright. Who is now, technically my boss. I doubt he'll be my boss for much longer. He will want me gone.

My phone rings, 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 nwver 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. I can tell she's smirking. She's happy about this.

"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."

"Yes, he will find out and fire me. He will want nothing to do with me." I sigh loudly. Why would he want a nobody like me?

"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.

Benjamin

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 this morning. I knew I had to go in to 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.

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 works at this company, 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 smirk, I'm looking forward to meeting you Miss Anya Matthews.