PREGNANT AFTER ONE NIGHT STAND

“Ma’am, where’s your key?”

I hiccupped. My eyes wandered around for a moment to make sure this was the corridor I recognized. As far as I can remember, I was near the table next to the bartender. I don’t know how many drinks I’ve had that made me feel so dizzy. “The key, right?” I reached into the bag I was carrying. “Where is it? I forgot.” I grinned.

Even half-conscious, I heard him sigh. “Ma’am, if you’re not feeling well, just sit here for a moment. I’ll look for the key.”

Then what I remembered was him slowly emptying my bag’s contents. I saw him searching here and there. In my wallet, makeup bag, or the Stitch-patterned coin purse. Those cute little blue aliens.

“Found it, Ma’am.” He showed me a single key with a small keychain. The access card to my apartment unit, I saw that he hung it together with my unit key. “Next time, just like this. So you won’t have trouble.”

I laughed again. Trying to stand up, I ended up falling into the embrace of the person who was my conversation partner. He grumbled irritably. Maybe he was tired, carrying me who was stumbling. I think so. That’s why I feel so light when I walk.

He opened the door. And he carried me again. All the contents of my bag returned to their place, even though I’m sure they were all messed up. I didn’t care. My thought at that time was that I felt light. No Krystal’s angry voice because I made a mistake in the schedule. The one who almost missed a meeting worth a billion in revenue. Even though it was her fault, I was only doing what she wanted. Why was I the one who got the coaching? It’s pointless if I can’t accept it.

Queen Krystal and all her authority! That’s what made me drive my car to the usual club. Even though I’m alone, at least I know some people there. Including Adi, the bartender.

As I passed the toilet, suddenly, I really wanted to empty whatever was in my stomach. Half-running and causing a commotion by bumping into a display near the wardrobe, at least I wasn’t late. I vomited some, I don’t know, of what was in my stomach into the toilet. Damn vodka!

I felt slightly cold fingers on the back of my neck. At first, I was about to snap, but the fingers stayed. Massaging gently and offering a box of tissues.

“Thanks,” I said as I slowly got up. He still helped me walk towards the sofa. When he successfully sat me down there, he fetched a drink for me.

Even though I was still half-conscious, I knew who this guy was. Cedric. He works as an office boy at my office. But I wonder, is this the effect of alcohol, or does he really look different from usual? Maybe it’s because I’m used to seeing him in the typical OB uniform, but now, sitting in front of me is a guy looking relaxed in a black shirt rolled up to his elbows paired with black pants.

I don’t know.

I feel like Cedric is different tonight.

Next thing I know, I’m in his lap. But seeing the surprised look in his eyes, I’m sure it’s not Cedric who’s holding me close to him. It’s actually me who’s getting close to him.

“Cedric,” I gaze straight into his eyes. My fingers trace his jawline slowly. He grumbles irritably and stops my actions.

“Ma’am, it’s better for you to sleep. Anya wants to go home.”

“Why the hurry?” I ask with a small smile. Then, I get close to him again, very gently. “Be honest with me, Cedric.”

“After I’m honest, I get fired.”

“I’m not going to imprison you.” I laughed amidst my giggles.

“Who’s prettier, me or Ms. Krystal?” I playfully wag my finger in front of his nose. My vision is a bit blurry, but I can see him closing his eyes. Maybe he’s frustrated with my behavior. I don’t care, really. I need him to answer.

Actually, this is not really important, but I’ve heard a lot of gossip that Ms. Krystal is jealous of me because of my beauty and charm. That’s why she often gives me more work than I should have. Torturing me under her control. So, I need another opinion. Maybe Cedric’s opinion.

“Anya is the prettiest,” he says.

Do I believe him?

No.

Instead, I laugh. “Cedric, Cedric, that’s a pretty good lie. I’m not angry, you know, if you’re honest.”

“I’m not lying.” He lowers my finger. “Now, I want to go home. You’ve arrived at your apartment. Go to sleep.”

When he starts to move away, I hold him back. I don’t want him to leave. Just who does he think he is?

“Ma’am,” he grumbles. He locks my hands behind him. His face turns red. Maybe he’s annoyed because I’m in his lap and now I’m moving on top of him.

“Let go,” I say teasingly. I’m a bit confused myself about why I’m acting like this. But it feels nice. Teasing Cedric, who’s now really angry. I move slightly restlessly because Cedric’s grip is quite strong.

“You said I’m pretty?”

He lets go of my hands. Maybe it’s because of my restless movements on top of him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Yes, you’re the prettiest, Anya.”

Do I trust that?

No.

I just laugh. “Cedric, Cedric, if you want to lie, do it better. I won’t be mad, you know, if you’re honest.”

“I’m not lying.” He gets up, and I hold him back again. I won’t accept it. Seriously, I won’t accept it. It feels like I’m being rejected outright!

“Fine. Go ahead and leave then.” I get up. But I grab the bag I had left near the shoe rack. I also grab my shoes without much thought and put them on just as carelessly.

“Move aside. I want to have some fun again.”

Even my walking is stumbling. But I don’t care.

“What kind of fun, ma’am?” He pulls me back before I reach the door. “You’re drunk. It’s better for you to sleep.”

“Who told you to boss me around?” I look up because he’s very close to me. His black eyes now staring at me. His gaze is sharp, intimidating, but I can’t be afraid. Why should I be afraid? Who is he, anyway? He’s nobody, right?

In one swift motion, he brings me closer. Our breaths collide. A mix of nicotine, mint, and a hint of cola. Maybe. And then, what I think are his lips touch mine.

“Is this enough?” I blink as he breaks the kiss.

“If I continue, I’m sure you’ll regret it.”

“Really?” I laugh.

“Anya won’t stop even if you ask me to.”

I tilt my head. Still laughing at his words. “What are you going to do, huh?” I use my index finger to trace his jawline again. Making him grumble harder than before.

“Never regret it, Anya. Never.”