Courting You

8

Laila

I stretch my body, as I look out the window, in the early hours of the morning. The traffic is non existent and there's a certain chill in the air that's soothing.

It's calm. And I like it. Since I don't get much of it, I try to enjoy as much as I'm privileged to get.

I stare at my naked reflection. Wild hair, bright eyes and ghostly pale body looking back at me.

While many girls show off their tan, I don't mind my pale skin. I have already made peace with whatever I have and whatever I am.

I look around the unfamiliar surrounding of the room in which I am standing. My eyes fall on the guy still sleeping on his bed. I aimlessly walk around the room. I notice some family pictures here and there, even some friends outings, I guess?

That's when I spot a picture of the guy in bed, standing with a girl. His girlfriend?

That bastard. He said he didn't have a girlfriend. I am not the one who goes after committed people. Or maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. She might be his sister, a cousin, a friend or maybe even an ex. None of my concern.

I then quietly pick up my dress from last night. I am not one of those girls who wears the guys' shirt after they sleep together. I don't feel comfortable wearing someone else's clothes. I don't think I'll ever find a guy with whom I'll be comfortable enough to wear his clothes.

After getting my dress I immediately search for my undergarments. I don't really know where it flew off in the heat of the moment. I search for sometime and am successful in getting both-my panties and my bra.

I quickly and quietly put them on. I search for my heels and find it near the door. I take my phone from the bedside table and walk towards the door. As I'm about to pick up my pumps, I hear the guy stirring.

I look back at him, just to see whether he woke up or not. He's sound asleep. I didn't realize I was holding my breath. I accept I don't like post morning confrontations.

I stare at the guy for some more time. Damn, he's hot. And I have to say, really good in bed. Though I had to postpone some work for the adventure I had here, but it was worth it.

I turn towards the door again, pick up my heels and walk out the door.

I get in my car and take my purse from my backseat. I always have an extra dress in there for emergencies. Guessing that in this early hour, no one will come in the garage, I change into the other dress.

It's black and it shows my curves a bit. But that's the only option I have, before I go home and change.

Before anything else, I check my phone. As usual, calls from my secretary. Damn that woman. Even Pearl called me a few times. No doubt to ask about my outing with his Irish charm, Niall Horan.

Niall Horan.

I smile as I think about him. He caught me checking him out yesterday. It was true that I've seen better bodies than him, but it was the way he carried himself that caught my eye. There was this.... dignity about him that made me stare at him. That natural swag, that he doesn't even know he has.

It was kind of embarrassing that he caught me. I usually don't get caught. I throw my phone on the front side seat and start driving.

I head is throbbing a bit and I need coffee. I park my car in front of Starbucks. I take my phone and get out of the car.

As I enter, I am washed over with the aroma of coffee. I love the smell. It's fairly morning now and the café is slightly crowded. There's a queue on the counter and I politely join it. While waiting I start checking my messages.