Chapter four

The first thing Kylie noticed when she woke up was that she wasn't in her bedroom. She sat up and stared around. The room was empty if you didn't count her clothes littered all over the place.

Her clothes!

She looked underneath the covers and saw that she was naked. Stark naked. She was confused. She never slept naked even in blistering heat.

She took the blanket with her as she stood up. Something on the drawers caught her eye. She walked over to see that it was a sheet of paper.

She picked it up and some dollar bills fell out. She was even more confused now.

'Thank you for the night. I had fun. Take the money as payment for your services and don't try contacting me.' The note read.

Now, fragments of yesterday's events were coming back. She remembered talking to a hot man with the worst pickup lines ever. She remembered him asking her for a dance. She remembered kissing him and needing more than just kisses but she did not remember how she got to the hotel. She couldn't even remember his freaking name.

But damn, the fucking audacity!!

She did not need his freaking money. What was she, a prostitute?

She had no intention of contacting him before but now she would. And when she finds him, she would throw his money in his face. She picked the money up and folded it in the letter. She would not let it mix with hers.

A phone call distracted her. Janelle was on the line.

"Girl, where the hell are you? I've been calling you. Did you go home? Did you leave early? Are you safe? Hope you aren't wallowing in your thoughts. Oh my god!! I should have been more responsible. I shouldn't have left. I'm so sorry for leaving. I….."

"I'm fine. I don't know which question to answer first. Hell, I don't even remember the first one but I'm okay." Kylie had to cut her off.

That was her motherly nature speaking. When Janelle gets worried, she starts talking fast and asking loads of questions. Kylie was sure that Janelle sometimes forgot that she was a grown woman and not Kim. She was grateful for the care but at times like these, she wished she could just shut up and not worry so much. She was already worked up and angry over the message the one-night stand left for her.

"Are you at home? Did you leave early?" Janelle repeated.

"I don't know if I left early but I know that I'm not at home. I think I'm in a hotel or something."

Janelle gasped.

"You had a one-night stand too?"

"What do you mean 'too?' I thought you went home." Kylie had to ask. Janelle didn't do one-night stands. Not when she has Kim to care for. She was so into doing her responsibilities properly.

"I couldn't help it. Brian is so hot and cute. I will tell you about him at work. Please come early. We need to talk about yesterday before the meeting."

"What meeting?" Kylie asked brows creased.

"The meeting with the new employer. And we must be early."

"It's today? OMG! I know I won't make it. I need to go home and bathe and get dressed. I can't wear the same clothes I wore yesterday."

Kylie got to work. She started dressing up.

"Wait, you haven't gotten home? Oh man, you will be so late."

Kylie put on her left shoe but could find the right one. She looked under the bed and the chair but still couldn't find it.

"I'll save you a seat. Please don't be So late, okay?" Janelle said. "Let me leave you to dress up".

"Bye." She hung up.

She was so happy when she lifted the duvet dumped on the floor and found her shoe there. She quickly put it on, slung her bag on her shoulder, and left the hotel.

Kylie had the fastest bath ever. She didn't waste time to massage her body as she usually does. She just scrubbed and left the bathroom after rinsing the soapsuds away.

She threw on the least rumpled cloth she could find in her wardrobe. She didn't care if they were her nicest clothes or not. All she cared about was her job she needed to secure.

Kylie packed her files and documents in one hand and her bag in the other and ran downstairs to the garage where her car was. She prayed she wouldn't get any speeding ticket as she sped her way to work. And God answered her prayers. She got no tickets.

By the time she got to work, Kylie was late. She ran into the elevator, ditching the staircase she usually took, and kept pressing the button until the doors closed. When it reopened, she ran all the way to the conference room.

The doors to the room were already closed to her surprise. The doors were never closed.

'He hasn't even started and he has changed things' Kylie thought of the new boss.

She had to stay extra two minutes outside trying to catch her breath and work up courage.

She pulled open the doors and everyone's eyes turned to her but her eyes went straight to the man sitting in Mr Simpson's seat. And he was starting right back.

Lord! Her new boss was her one-night stand.

She stood in a spot, eyes bulging out of their sockets. She couldn't believe her eyes.

"Are you an employee of this company?" The one-night stand asked her.

"Yes." She managed a reply.

"I already know those who are going to be laid off. Can you tell us why you are late?" He raised a brow.

She was more than shocked. Of course, he knew why. He made her late. But she couldn't say that. She wanted her dignity intact. She didn't want rumors to go around that she slept with the boss to secure her job.

He knew that too. If anything, the smirk on his face confirmed it.

"I'm waiting." He urged her on.

"I'm sorry for my lateness, sir." She decided to apologize instead.

"You are sorry? How is that going to erase the fact that you are late? How does that make you a good employee?" Now he was pushing it.

But she loved her job too much to give him a befitting reply.

She kept mute.

"Take your seat. The meeting was in progress before you interrupted."

She could see that alright.

"I'm deeply sorry, sir." She felt like she should apologize again. She wanted this job. She wasn't going to let some stupid attitude of his get in the way.

As much as she needed money, she remembered to return the money he dropped right after this meeting.

Thank the lord she brought it with her. All she had to do was to wait until this goddamned meeting was over.

She could do that.