MEETING HIM

~FIA~

"Argh" I yelled, rolling off the bed as I met a strange man lying by my side.

I blinked my eyes, maybe I was yet to adjust to the room as I got up to have a clearer look and met an unfamiliar man on the bed.

"Who's this?" I whispered, trying to get a clearer sight of him, but couldn't because he was on his stomach, his face hidden from view.

"What have I done?" I asked as I immediately got dressed, I didn't want him to wake up and see me here.

I reeked of alcohol and sex, as I tried to recall how I ended up in bed with a total stranger.

I stared at him and could make out a tattoo on his back.

I stood for some seconds drooling over his broad muscular back.

How could I let down my guard and have sex with a total stranger? I pondered trying to remember the incident from yesterday's event.

"Fuck me like you are sex-starved," I remembered as my face became flushed, no, no. This wasn't happening.

I looked around to see if he had used a condom, but didn't see one.

"Not like I would get pregnant, so what's the point?" I hissed as I wondered why he would have sex with me when I was in a vulnerable state.

"Ouch..." I whispered, my cheek hitting up on remembering pieces of what we did last night.

I picked up my purse and went through it, searching as I counted 80 bucks and dropped by his side, I wouldn't lie, I had a good time, so I had to pay him, and there was nothing to lose, he doesn't know me and I'm divorced.

But one of the tattoos on his back caught my attention, it was a flame, along with a name that sounded familiar.

I gently opened the door, not wanting to wake the sleeping guy and dashed out.

Stranded, I decided to call my only friend Kayla.

Kayla was a nerd studying Cardiothoracic surgery and didn't have time for social media, so she likely hadn't seen the news about me.

"Hey girl," I whispered, glad she picked.

"Fia, I've been so worried about you, where are you?" She asked in a sad tone, leaving me confused.

"I'm at Billy's Chicken."

"Wait there." She commanded, dropping the call and in less than 5 minutes she had driven to where I was.

"Girl? Why are you out here without a mask? Get in." She said without catching her breath, while she adjusted her glasses.

"What's wrong? Is someone pursuing you?" I probed, but rather than respond she threw a face mask at me

"Wear that." She said speeding off, making me wonder why my friend who had social anxiety would drive to come pick me up.

"Fia!" She yelled, eyes focused on the road.

"I told you never to drink again." I gave her a look, a pout playing on my lips.

"What? I didn't drink." I lied as she stared at me from the rearview mirror.

"You reek of alcohol."

"Take this." She said throwing her cell phone at me.

"What's going on?" I wanted to know, she was acting strange.

"Do you recognize that lady?" She asked as my heart rate rapidly increased, my body was literally on fire.

"How? This is me, strip dancing? When?" I asked multiple questions as we pulled up at her house, no wonder I had been getting stares from random strangers.

"That's the effect of drinking, how many bottles did you take, I know it's more than three." She accused.

"Is there any way we can take down the video?" I begged, dodging her question as she gave a nod.

"My friend is already working on that, but you need to stay low for now." She cautioned as I bent my head in tears.

"My reputation is ruined, I can't even get a better-paying job now." I cried as Kayla just stared at me, not asking a question.

"I need a passport, I need to leave the country," I said as she gave a nod, she was a sweetheart.

"We'll talk about it later, let's find you what to eat first." She said and I realized I was hungry.

"Yes," I said salivating already while she gave one of her naughty smiles.

"Have your bath first, you stink." She said, making me dash to the bathroom.

Her house brought back different memories.

Kayla was my childhood friend, we've been inseparable, but she became withdrawn after the death of her mum, I could relate to that now, it's all emptiness, especially when you don't have a family to support you.

I was done bathing and rushed out of the bathroom searching for a dress to wear from Kayla's wardrobe.

"You're too skinny," I yelled as I struggled to fit into her pants.

"And you're too fat." She replied as I burst into laughter, running down the stairs to find her eating.

I looked around the little sitting room and smiled as my eyes fell on the picture sitting perfectly on the table.

"I know you miss your mum, I do too," I said trying to break the silence.

"Let's talk about you Fia, what is wrong?" Kayla asked, knowing I was trying not to talk about me.

"I got remarried yesterday and divorced Louis," I said as Kayla stared at me emotionlessly, but her eyes urged me to go on.

"I, well, Ary and Louis, they..." I said blacking off, tears filling my eyes. I wasn't emotionally ready to talk about it.

"It's fine, just rest," Kayla said when a beep came from my phone.

"An official statement has been released that I'm no longer the CEO of the fashion house, and neither am I a member of the Denzel family," I said to Kayla as she gasped.

"I'm borrowing your car," I said, grabbing her keys and packing my hair in a messy bun.

"Don't do anything rash," Kayla yelled as I drove out of the gate.

What's the essence of living? I had no purpose anymore on earth.

Everything I had worked for was taken away from me in a day, I didn't have a child or a job, I was just a ridicule and a debtor.

"I better end it all." I thought making up my mind as I drove to the bridge up ahead of me.

From what I've seen in the movies, the simplest way to die is to jump over the bridge.

I sped my way to the bridge, tears blinding my eyes.

Betrayal from your family was a different pain. The fact that everyone knew I wasn't a biological child and was found in a dumpster apart from me made it worse.

"Dad, why did you die without telling me the truth?" I asked in tears as I drove aimlessly without looking forward, lost in my thoughts.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my hand as I lost control and hit something.

I paused, immediately looking around, only to realize, I had hit a car.

"Not again," I muttered, alighting from the car.

My heart sank as I immediately stepped out of my car to inspect the damage. And that's when I saw it, my mouth hanging open.

A Bugatti Chiron.

My mouth immediately dropped open in horror.

This was not just any car, this was a masterpiece worth millions of dollars.

"Oh no," I said, waiting for whoever was in the car to step down.

"I'm sorry for what I've done to your car," I called out in fear as the driver stepped out.

"What the hell have you done?" A voice asked as I gulped nothing, turning around.

I immediately felt sick to my stomach when my eyes fell on the owner of the car.

"Mr Barrett,

" I said in a whisper as he flashed me a smile.

"We meet again, wife." He said taking giant strides towards me.

"I'm sure this is the end of me," I whispered.