Regrets

A man, his face shrouded in shadows, stepped out and approached me with a sense of urgency. His voice low and cautious

I could notice he was asking some questions, but I could barely comprehend, in my current state, intoxicated and in despair

Before I could fully grasp the situation, he whisked me away in a flash as I ended up in his car.

I could barely do anything to resist

I hardly got myself. All I could see were flashes followed by an intoxicating spin

The next thing I noticed was suddenly being whisked to his opulent mansion

The world passed by in a blur of neon lights and distorted shapes , my mind struggling to process the surreal turn of events

Upon the arrival, the man led me through the lavish halls. My unfocused gaze taking in the grandeur of the surroundings

I siezed to resist, but damn. Why did I have to drink so much

My gaze flickered as he led me to a room where he laid me on the plush bed, his touch gentle yet firm

His presence was both enigmatic and alluring, his eyes locked onto mine

In an instant, he leaned in for a tender kiss. My eyes fluttered closed as I swayed, my body betraying me.

As the night gave way to the stillness of the dawn. Exhausted and satiated, my body still humming with the remnant of the fervent coupling

I woke up to the sound of my phone's alarm, disoriented and confused.

As my vision adjusted, I found myself in an unfamiliar room with a stranger lying next to me. My eyes felt as though they were playing tricks on me.

A dull headache pulsed as last night's events flooded my mind. How could I have been so foolish? I slept with a stranger, surrendering to an intoxicating connection.

I notice him getting up as I paddled the bedshit, covering my exposed body. My eyes locked on his

Who are you, and where am i? " I panted as my slips slowly parted

As I watched him stir, I realized that he may have misunderstood my intentions.

"Who the hell are you..." I letted out a scream

I just couldn't comprehend the matter. But yet even with the anger erupting within me, he left no reply. His glare only furying my temper

He stood up, his hands reaching for his cupboards. "I know what you need.." He uttered

What was he saying? What do I need ? What I needed was answers. I knew I was weak and drunk, but yet, how could he..

Suddenly, he brought out a bundle of cash, tossing it at me with a gentle landing on my legs.

Really, how could he think of me as such, and how dared him do such...

"Take the money and leave. last night was just a moment of fun. We both enjoyed it, and that's all. Make sure to leave my mansion before noon. I don't accept visitors, and please, don't overstay your welcome."

I felt a sting from his words, my mind reeling with guilt, disgust, and mixed emotions as he left the room.

My mind drifted into a deep, contemplative silence for a few moments. However, a sudden beep disrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.

I glanced at my phone to find a reminder message: my interview at Kensington Global Innovation was scheduled for today.

I had been trying to push through, and finally, I had been among the few selected for the interview.

The time didn't seem to be on my side. I rushed up, gathering my things and pausing as I settled off, leaving the room.

Walking down the stairs, my eyes gazed at the magnificent beauty of the mansion, with maids bustling around, each busy with their duties.

He was surely rich, but damn, how dare him think of me as such. I surely wouldn't let this slide easily; he would need to pay, but this wasn't the right time.

I hurried, leaving his mansion, my legs quickening as my eyes scanned the street in search of a cab.

With a simple call, I urged the cab to speed up. Time seemed to had passed a lot.

My eyes were on my phone, using it in place of a mirror.

I barely had time for make-up and all. I creased my eyebrows with some compact I brought in my purse, applying some lipstick. That would have to do.

I really needed to give a good impression; this job was really quite competitive, with many applicants and few selected.

I was happy to be selected, but it seemed things weren't as though yet easy.

Managing, I got off the cab and made my way in.

The views were so marvellous. The tech intoxicated the air, with everything catching onto the eye. But even though. I was determined not to get caught up in it.

My real aim was the interview, as I made my way straight into the elevator with a few others rushing in with me.

I constantly gazed at my wristwatch, my feet tapping with my fingers fiddling each other.

The elevator stopped, opening, my leg quickened to move, but damn. This wasn't the floor I was supposed to get off on.

With them out, I tapped my floor number, taking me as it slowly opened. I went on, my legs grasping after each other.

As I approached the reception desk, my heart pounded furiously from the rush. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself.

"I am here for the interview," I informed her.

The receptionist's gaze sharpened as she let out a brief, "Oh."

I hoped I wasn't too late for the interview.

"Follow me," she said, rising from her desk and guiding me further into the building.

As I trailed behind her, I quickly checked my appearance using my phone's reflection.

Not far ahead, I spotted an office with an elegant glass wall, obviously of high quality. That must be the interview location.

My nerves began to unravel, reaching the office door.

The receptionist stopped me in my tracks, briefly stepping inside after a polite knock.

I waited anxiously, my eyes darting around while my mind struggled to regain composure. Breathing in... breathing out.

At last, the opportunity I had awaited for so long was finally here—the interview I had worked tirelessly to secure.

The office door cracked open once more, and the receptionist emerged. "They will see you now..." she informed me.