MR. ONE NIGHT STAND

Davion’s POV

Her lustrous brunette rippled like the waves of the ocean, her eyes as bright as emerald and her body as supple as an apple on a summer orchard. I never expected to see her again after she left unannounced from the hotel room. Though we spent a drunken night together, I still remembered every bit and fragment of everything that happened that night.

Our gaze seemed to be forever pinned to each other, oblivious of the eyes staring, mouths gasping and cameras snapping. Her eyeballs rolled and at once I realized I held her for quite a long time. With my hands wedged against her lower waist, I carefully jerked her to a steady position, surprised the tray hadn't fallen from her grasp.

I received a standing ovation from some members of the crowd.

"Thank you.” My ego couldn't help but swell a bit.

As I watched her serve tables, a wave of nervous energy flowed through me, she trod gracefully and was beautiful to watch. Never could believe she was a waitress in this distant city. With the way she gulped down all those bottles of alcohol and begged me to sleep with her, one would have thought her to be something else but not a waitress.

I walked to her and held her right arm as she made her way to the counter.

"Can we talk?”

I felt her body soften to my touch and her breath quicken from her nostrils.

"I'm working, that will get me fired.” Her voice was soft and as light as a feather.

"I’ll talk to your boss, just a moment please.”

She persisted, insisting her boss won't be happy.

“Come on, give this superman a chance. I’ll cover for you.” One of the waiters teasingly helped out and I was grateful. I handed him a crisp note and told him to cover for her for as long as he can but she insisted on nothing more than a minute.

We settled at the booth by the far end of the room, beside the minibar. I bought some drinks, the same label I saw her drinking days back but she insisted on being okay.

"So you disappeared from the hotel days back. You should have told me, I was ready to drop you off.”

“That wasn't necessary,” she countered. "I boarded a taxi home.”

“Ok, but that night was super amazing.” I smirked but she didn't find it funny.

"Please sir, we were both drunk. That was a mistake that should have never happened.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, even though I didn’t see the need for it.

There was an awkward silence between us and she appeared restless, squirming in her seat and scratching her hair momentarily.

“So what's your name?” I asked, hoping to get acquainted and calm the tension in her.

“I'm Olivia,”

“Olivia…?”

That name reverberated in my head. It sounded familiar.

She was on the verge of leaving when I held her right arm, making her lose balance as she fell clumsily on my thighs.

For a moment, I was lost in the depths of her emerald eyes. My left hand rested involuntarily on her cheek and I felt her body tense up with somewhat desire. Her lips parted and her warm breath fanned across my face. Kissing her at that moment might be the best thing I could ever ask for. My lips were drawing closer to hers in the most natural way but she withdrew quickly, rushing to the restroom.

•••

While at my office,  I couldn't concentrate, images of Olivia kept swinging across my mind. I swore I’d heard that name from somewhere but where? I racked my brain hard but was devoid of ideas or clues.

“Olivia,” I purred, loving the way it sounded in my ear, it sounded heavenly and angelic.

My lips curled to a satisfying beam as an image of her falling into my thighs flashed before my eyes. The way her lustrous brunette strands flung across my face and when my hands rested on her delicate face, a flame sparked inside me. I’ll move mountains to relive that moment.

A tap on the door jolted me from my reverie.

“Come in, it's open,” I yelled, pissed up a bit.

The door squeaked open and my secretary walked holding her phone very close to her face. She drew closer to my table, throwing momentary glances at me and her phone, her blood-red lips parted in somewhat shock and amusement.

“Sir, you’re trending,” she handed me her phone and instinctively swallowed a subtle gasp.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I collected her phone, looking even more confused at her serious expression.

What I saw startled me to the core. I squinted, staring closely to make sure I saw clearly. It was a no-brainer; that was the incident of yesterday. I knew pictures were taken but it hadn't occurred to me that it’ll go viral like this on social media.

It wasn't bad I thought. The way I held her in my arms made it look romantic in a way.

"Sir, who is she?” My secretary inquired.

"Does it matter?” I handed her back her phone, a subtle smug splattering across my face.

“At the moment, yes,” she shrugged. "The internet trolls are setting in, they are calling a gold digger, an opportunist who is forcing her at you in a bid to get hold of your wealth eventually and squander it.”

My expression changed from smug to stern. Although I’ve known her only for a short while, she didn't seem like that kind of woman.

"But that isn't true,” I defended. "We accidentally bumped into each other and held her from crashing to the floor with her orders.”

"But… that isn't how the internet saw it,” a wry expression plastered across her face. "Some even called her a boyfriend snatcher, a husband snatcher and other obscenities I can't say.”

I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Sir from the looks of it,” she drew out a deep breath. "This might go a long way in tarnishing your reputation or the company’s. Something needs to be done urgently.”

"You know what?” I said. "Put a through with my private investigator, this sounds like a job for him.”