His auburn haired lady

“Where the hell are you?" Jeanette yelled as soon as Christine stepped into the house.

Christine winced at the loudness, holding her head in pain. Her headache intensified, and she felt quite miserable.

"Why the hell are you yelling?" Christine asked, her voice laced with a hint of exhaustion.

She raised a hand to her forehead, gently massaging it.

With a sigh, she kicked off her shoes, and carefully placed them on the shoe rack by the door.

As she made her way into the living room, Christine's body sank into the plush cushions of the couch, offering a much-needed sanctuary from the outside world. The soft fabric embraced her tired form, providing a sense of comfort that she desperately craved.

"I couldn't find you, I looked everywhere.”

“Christine, where were you?" The voice belonged to a more mature individual, their tone tinged with concern and a touch of frustration.

Christine's body tensed up upon hearing her mother's voice.

"Mom, why are you here?" Christine's voice dripped with frustration, looking over at

Jeanette, her eyes narrowing as she tried to mask her annoyance.

"I thought I asked you a question," her mother retorted, her voice laced with authority and disappointment.

"Mother, I was out," she replied, her voice tinged with resignation. She raised her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, though inside, she was bracing herself for the impending lecture.

"Out, doing what?" Jeanette yelled at her.

Christine furrowed her brows in confusion, her mind racing to make sense of the situation.

What was Jeanette's problem? It was Jeanette who had suggested going clubbing in the first place, and she herself had often stayed out late at night without any repercussions. Why was everyone suddenly making such a fuss about her?.

"You should get prepared for your flight to the UK tomorrow. It has been booked," her mother announced

“For goodness sake, she isn't a child!" Christine wanted to yell out loud to her mother, frustration bubbling up inside her. However, she knew that raising her voice would only worsen the already tense situation. Taking a deep breath, she tried to remain calm.

"What do you mean my flight to the UK has been booked? Why?" Christine asked, her voice steady but tinged with confusion.

"It's tomorrow morning, Christine. We had to take matters into our own hands since you didn't bother to come home last night," her mother replied, her tone laced with a mix of disappointment and concern.

Feeling a surge of defensiveness, Christine whispered under her breath, "Mother! I only went out! I haven't killed anyone!".

Her mother's anger flared up, her voice rising as she scolded,

"This is not how we raised you, going to clubs! Partying like a child of nobody. You should know better!"

Lowering her gaze, Christine felt a pang of guilt.

"I know, Mom. I promise it won't happen again, and I'll make it up to you," Christine said, her voice filled with sincerity and remorse.

"You better. We were worried sick for nothing," her mother said angrily.

As Christine sat there, her mind began to wander, replaying the events of the previous night.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards Jeanette.

Why did she have to call her mother? Why couldn't she have given her a chance to explain herself? The bitterness swirled within her, intertwining with the guilt that consumed her.

Jeanette entered the room cautiously, sensing the tension in the air. She approached Christine with a sympathetic look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Christine. I had no choice but to call your mom when you didn't come back last night. She was worried sick. I'm sorry I yelled at you," she apologised with sincerity.

Christine looked up at Jeanette, her eyes filled with remorse.

"I understand, Jeanette. You did what you had to do. I should've let you know I was staying out late," she said too.

"Just promise me you'll be more careful next time, okay?" Jeanette said, smiling.

Christine nodded in agreement, her mind swirling with thoughts. She excused herself and retreated to her room, desperate for some time alone to process everything that had happened.

Christine's heart ached with regret and longing. She couldn't shake off the guilt that consumed her, knowing she had let her mother down. The weight of her mother's disappointment pressed heavily on her chest, suffocating her with every breath.

Her mind wandered to the upcoming trip to the UK. It was supposed to be an exciting adventure, a chance for her to explore new horizons. But now, it felt like a burden, a punishment for her reckless behavior. She couldn't help but wonder if her mother had booked the flight as a way to teach her a lesson, to show her the consequences of her actions.

As she lay on her bed, tears streamed down her face, mixing with the muffled sobs that escaped her trembling lips. She felt lost, adrift in a sea of her own mistakes.

The night had been a blur of reckless decisions and fleeting pleasure, but now all she felt was emptiness.

The memory of the man she had shared that passionate night with, haunted her thoughts.

She couldn't deny the intense connection they had shared, the way he had made her feel alive and desired. But now, he was nothing more than a distant memory, a reminder of her own foolishness.

Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She yearned for his touch, his presence, but she knew deep down that it was nothing more than a one night stand. She had no right to expect anything more from him, no right to disrupt his life with her own mess.

But as she lay there, her heart aching with regret, a glimmer of hope flickered within her.

Maybe, just maybe, fate would bring them together again. Maybe they were meant to cross paths once more, to find solace in each other's arms.

"What have I done?" she muttered as tears were dripping down her eyes.

Christine wiped away her tears and made a silent promise to herself. She would learn from her mistakes, she would make amends with her mother, and she would find a way to heal her broken heart.

******

Reyes sat down on the bed in one of the hotel suites he had booked, his heart heavy with a mix of anticipation and regret. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on him as he replayed the memories of their passionate night together. 

"I have found her," Brandon said, his voice filled with a hint of concern.

His personal bodyguard had left with him when he was chased out of the park, and now he had returned with news of her whereabouts. 

Reyes threw his shorts on the bed, his smirk fading into a pained expression. Finally, they had located the woman who had caused him so much trouble

 since he woke up and found the bill she had left for him. The bill that had shattered his ego and left him questioning his worth. 

"Send me her location," he ordered, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and longing. He needed to see her again, to confront her about the pain she had inflicted upon him. But deep down, he also yearned for the connection they had shared, a connection that had ignited a fire within him he had never known before. 

His eyes kept falling on the bundle of dollars she had left on the bedside table, but now they no longer amused him. They served as a painful reminder of how she had mistaken him for a mere object, a means to fulfill her desires. How could she mock him by paying him for sex? The thought twisted his insides, a knot of hurt and confusion tightening in his chest. 

That was the reason he was looking for her, not because he cared about her or wanted to see her again. Or so he told himself. But deep down, he knew there was more to it. He couldn't deny the raw passion they had shared, the way she had made him feel alive and desired. 

But then again, dropping a hundred dollars must have meant she had enjoyed the night as well. A flicker of hope danced in his eyes, mingling with the pain. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to their encounter than he had initially thought. 

He did too. 

Memories of her riding him passionately, her auburn hair flying as she screamed in pleasure flooded his mind. He had never experienced anything like it before, a woman who didn't hold back her emotions. There was nothing fake about her reactions. No one could fake that level of pleasure. 

He wanted to hear her moans, her screams, her cries again. He wanted to feel the warmth of her body against his, to lose himself in the intoxicating whirlwind of their connection. 

A few minutes later, he went to a car dealership and bought a red Ferrari. The engine roared to life, but the excitement he had felt before was now tinged with a sense of desperation. "I suppose being kicked out of the pack wasn't so bad after all," he thought, forcing a smile onto his face. 

He drove quickly to find her because she was the first woman who had ever been with him and walked away without looking back.

 No one had ever walked away from him after a night like that. The thought gnawed at his soul, a painful reminder of his vulnerability. 

And now he was curious to know her name. 

Chris... She had almost said it the night before, but he hadn't wanted to pursue anything beyond a one-night stand.

 Now he wished he had let her tell him her name. 

Christiana? Christopher? None of those names seemed to fit her. Then he thought of Hazel. Hazel could be her name because of her eyes. The thought of her eyes, filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability, made his heart ache. 

He had almost reached the end of the street when he caught a glimpse of auburn hair. His hands jerked, and he quickly turned around to get a better look. However, he didn't notice the oncoming car. His car nearly collided with it, the screeching of tires and the blaring of horns filling the air. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath catching in his throat as he narrowly avoided the accident. 

When he looked again, the woman with auburn hair was gone.

 His heart sank, a wave of despair crashing over him. He had come so close, only to have her slip through his fingers once again. The emptiness in his chest grew, a void that could only be filled by her presence. 

Reyes leaned against the steering wheel, his body trembling with a mix of frustration and longing. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he realized the depth of his emotions. He had never felt this way before, never been so consumed by someone he barely knew. 

But now, he was determined. Determined to find her, to make things right, to unravel the mystery of their connection. He would not rest until he had her in his arms again, until he could finally understand the depths of his own heart.