Sinfully Delicious

1.

As the harsh sunbeams pierced through my closed eyelids,i winced in discomfort.With a low curse,I coaxed my eyes open ,shielding them with the back of my hand.A dull ache throbbed in my head.

" fucksakes" i groaned . She lingered by the window ,clad in my crisp white shirt,her petite silhouette visible through the fabric.

" wake up sleepy head," she chimed,a playful glint in her eyes as she hoped onto the bed.

'I brewed some coffee,' she announced,extending her hand towards the nearby table.

On the tray sat a coffee pot and two dainty glasses.With practiced ease,she poured the streaming liquid into a cup and handed it to me.

Wait a minute- why was she here still? who gave her the authority to invade my kitchen and make coffee?

In an instant,my mood soured,signaling a day gone awry.

" why are you still here?" I snapped

" what do you mean , victor?" She retorted,her smile laced with a hint of seduction.

The former me,inebriated and foolish,might have succumbed to her charm,but the present me remained unmoved.

As she moved in ,as if to claim my lips,i seized her wrist,inadvertently spilling scalding coffee on my pristine sheets.

'Damn it,' i cursed,my irritation mounting.

'Fine,ill leave,'she conceded,raising her hand in surrender.I retreated to the bathroom,leaving her to change into  a glitzy,revealing dress from last night.

Opting for a cold shower,i hoped it would quell my rising temper.Yet as the icy water cascaded over me,so did the memories from the previous night.

I should really stop this. This was the fifth time in a row i brought home a girl from the club.
Fuck Mila. She knew I didn't like waking up with a girl still in my house but she still choose to stay and it being her second time here she ought to know . Considering i made it clear the last time that she should be gone by six in the morning , of which she obliged but still chose to ruin my day today.

About twenty minutes of self proclamation in the shower , i finally got out and got ready for work.

" good morning sir" Annette greets me as i alighted the stairs to the main door. The day already felt tainted,the notion of a 'good morning' foreign to my current state of mind.

The unusual lack of traffic on a Thursday added to the eerie atmosphere.

As i entered the bustling building,each person engrossed in their tasks,the only sound was the rhythmic tapping of keyboards.

Navigating the familiar path to my office,Bens customary greeting barely registered as he held the door open.My silence spoke volumes,a reflection of my internal turmoil.

" Sir ,Pauline from Climentine is scheduled to meet you at ten forty-five,"his voice broke through the silence,a reminder of the days impending challenges.

" cancel." i cut him short.

"But sir..."

" cancel." I cut him short once more this time looking him in the face.