Aamayah | Onhold

attitude

Aamayah

I struggled to open my eyes as the sun hit my skin. I knew that I'd suffer from a major headache --- or as we may call it: hangover --- as soon as I sat up so I hesitated, but I had to get up. I had to go and apologise to mami for the way I spoke to her before I left for the night. It's the same routine all the time --- she drinks, we fight, she's the one at fault but I'm the one who has to apologise. But that wasn't the main thing on my right now. Judging by the pain in my body, I knew shit went down last night. I must have danced like a beast.

M-aybe ?

I don't even remember what happened last night. How did I even get home?

Finally, after a while of self confrontation and hesitation, i decided to open my eyes. Only to find myself in a classy white bedroom, covered in a nice, soft and fluffy white duvet. The first thing I do after this hasty discovery was check if I still had on all my clothes.

Shoes? Still on.

Skirt? Still on.

Panty? Still on.

Things are looking up.

Top? Still on.

Bra?

Where's my bra?!

I buried my face in one of the fluffy continental pillows and screamed. Where could my bra possibly be? I hope nothing major happened last night. But above all else, i hope I didn't lose my virginity to some psycho billionaire last night.

Judging by the size of 'my' room, I could tell the house was big. I didn't want it to come this far but if I did actually lose my virginity last night, i hope I didn't lose it to some drug lord or king pin or whatever they're called. I crossed my fingers, hoping this would all be over soon.

It can't get any worse than this.

I got up, made the bed and started looking for my bra around the room. I failed. There was no sign of it anywhere. Maybe it was back at the club, no worries.

I decided to hit the bathroom and quickly wash my face before going out to meet the drug lord who took me home last night. Once again, i kept my fingers crossed, hoping I'm gonna make it out of this house alive.

I quickly took off my shoes so I could tiptoe without being heard. I wanted to get out of here without the drug lord seeing me. And even if I did lose my virginity to him, i couldn't care less. As long as we used protection, I'm good. My cookie didn't hurt at the moment so I still had hope that I didn't have sex with anybody.

My mind was right.

If you thought my room was huge, you had no idea how big the house was.

As soon as I walked out of the room, there was an entirely huge space between me and the next rooms. The entire house was white. It had nice decorations and ornaments on the walls.

I tiptoed down the white stairs, hoping to find my way out soon, without being seen, but I failed. As soon as I reached the last stair, i saw him. I saw the drug lord.

He had his back towards me, and I could still make it out without him seeing me, but I couldn't move. I stopped on my tracks and stared at his muscular arms and built back. I never used to like that.

Well, i used to love that!

You know how when somebody stares at you hard enough you can feel theirb presence? I bet that's what happened  here. I guess he felt my presence because when i least expected, he turned to face me, catching me off guard. "Hey there!" He smiled at me, revealing his perfect teeth.

"Um," i swallowed, "hi."

"You could at least try pretending you're happy to see me, especially after last night." He smirked.

"After last night?" I tried blinking away the fear, "please tell me what I wanna hear."

"What do you wanna hear?"

"That we didn't... you know?"

He shook his head, not wiping the smirk off his face.

"You know... that we didn't... combine our... genitals?"

He continued shaking his head.

Annoyed, i snapped. "That we didn't have sex!"

He laughed, so hard that he threw his head back.

"I'm not joking!" I said.

"No, I'm sorry." He continued laughing, "I'm sorry. It's just --- no. We didn't have sex. Happy?"

"Then where's my bra?" I still had on my straight face.

He shrugged, "I'd ask you that, but  it's pretty clear that you got no idea where you lost it."

"Stop messing around, please."

"I'm not messing around."

"Good." I resisted brushing the hair out of my face, "do you mind showing me the exit?"

"Aw, wanna leave already? Don't you think we should talk about last night?"

"No." I cleaned my teeth with my tongue, "I don't wanna talk about it."

"You don't wanna talk about the home that's like a mouth of a shark?"

"What?"

"Last night you didn't want me to take you home. You claimed your home was like the mouth of a shark. And that's why I brought you here."

"Right."

"What'd you mean by that?"

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"What do you know?"

"That my home and personal dealings are none of your business, and I'd appreciate it if you just focused on being the rich unbothered kid you are, and left me to deal with my shark mouth." I faked a smile, "okay?"

"O-kay!" He put his hands together, "it seems like we have a bit of an attitude problem here."

"Ya think?" I hardened my face.

"Okay. What's your deal?"

"The door, please?"

"You have a problem. And you need to check it out."

"Thanks for giving me the tip. Now show me the way to the door, will you?" I faked a smile again.

"Alright. This way please." He led the way to some elevator in his living room. "Gorund floor. Tell them Chase let you in. Chase Bloom."

I swallowed, "okay."

"And you are?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm Aamayah. Aamayah Peterson."

He smiled, "lovely."

I cleared my throat, waiting for the elevator to open. "Listen... Chase. Thank you. For bringing me here last night. I'm more than grateful."

"It's quite hard to tell whether you're 'grateful' or not through the huge wall of attitude you built."

"I know. By trust me, i am."

He gave me a side smile and a small nod of approval. Watching him as the elevator doors closed between us, i felt a heavy lift off my shoulders. I was glad that I made it out alive, but I couldn't shake the feeling off me. I couldn't tell what the feeling was, but I knew for a fact, i was gonna see Chase more often than I had planned. Chase Bloom.