The One Night Stand Returns

HIM Taking the third shot I swore I heard her laugh. I looked around as soon as I set the shot glass down, looking for her strawberry blonde hair, her grey blue eyes, something... just... her. I needed to talk to her. The day has gone to s**t, weeks after what seemed to be the final fight with her, and I needed Melinda. I looked around, going into a full circle and catching myself before I tripped over my own stool when I saw her on the phone at a table, some other woman was on the line, probably a client, and I headed straight for her. I saw the multiple glasses on her table and was glad her company had already left. "Mel?" I called and she giggled, her eyes shutting with her huge beautiful smile, and I grabbed the back of her neck and leaned in to kiss her. She sighed and I heard her phone clatteronto the table top and the lady she was talking to was calling out her name, asking who I was, if she was ok. "Tell her it's me and you're in good hands." I told her and made a move to get her purse as she said her quick goodbye and not two seconds after I had her in tow behind me. I swiped my card and we were headed up to the top floor. I pulled her into the elevator as she giggled again. She knew what that giggle did to me. I pulled her close as I settled in the corner, laying my lips on hers. She was so giggly, pliant in my arms. We were over the fight, the silly little urges she would give me to propose were over, she missed me. She just wanted me. I kept her close, in case she tried to get away, or to talk, and once we were in my room I was peeling her purple silk button up out of her pencil skirt, watching her feet kick off her heels. After not being near her for so long, I was reintroduced to her body. Some how her breasts were bigger and she seemed so much shorter. I lifted her anyways, laying her on the bed, pushing her skirt up and feasting on every part of her that I could. I could show her that I was just as good as I always was. That getting married wasn't needed so soon. That I was in this, with her, because I loved her. As long as she loved me too, that's all we needed. ... I woke up my head killing me, her body was against my side and I smiled as I sat up. Her pillow was over her head and the sheets were wrapped around her like a toga. I kissed her shoulder and then her neck before sitting up and heading for the mini fridge. I pulled out a water. I was downing it when I heard her mumble something and I looked over to see her shifting around, running her hands on the sheets like she was looking for something. I spotted her phone on the floor and I paused as I saw her shoe next to it. They didn't have red bottoms. They weren't any kind of desginer brand at all. "Mel, what happened to your shoes?" I asked wondering if they broke and she went to a shithole for something nice but cheap. "Did they break?" She asked and I laughed at the idea, and her voice was a little sore from all her yelling last night. "No, just not... not your usual." "Yes they are." She giggeld, flinging her hair back and looking at me like she was confused. That's when I realized she wasn't Melinda. Her blue eyes were a bright green. "Who the f**k are you?" I asked and she looked confused. "Melissa. Do you not remember last night?" She laughed and it felt like a stab to the heart. Of course Melinda wasn't here. She was back home. And this girl was happy to jump into her place. "Now that I think about it, what was your name?" She smiled like she was still on cloud nine. "Get out." I shook my head, disgusted with her and headed right to the bathroom. I turned on the shower to hot and heard her shuffling around in the sheets and then it was quiet. "What happened last night if we weren't talking?" She asked but I ignored her. What did she care? She wasn't so drunk to not know we had s*x. Maybe she was confused on how we met, but that wasn't my problem. At least she wasn't a hooker asking for money after a good night. "Are you not even going to talk to me? Really? It's not my fault that you called me by my nickname and took me up to your room. Men these days are just assholes." She had pulled my suite door open by the time I turned around to argue, that I didn't do anything wrong, but I just had to watched her walk out the door. At least she wasn't going to make a scene. I rubbed my hand over my face. It was time to move on. I needed to focus on my companies and not on my love life. I was still 28, I had tons of time to find someone to marry one day. HER I stumbled down the hall, getting my heels on. I made it back to the elevator and went down to my 12th floor room. What the hell happened last night? I remember drinking when I got my frist job. It was going to be a big job too. I could finally afford a downpayment on a house. Not only that the woman was a well connected business woman she was in so many society clubs I could potentially be setting off my entire business. Too bad last night was a blur. I remember that guy calling my name and I turned and his lips were like candy I couldn't get enough. I remember hanging up on Jillian, and him leading me up. He can't be that dumb and asume that I was a girl I wasn't when he's been with me all night. Maybe he was too drunk... but then... he defintly got it up. Three times. I smiled knowing that those rounds were some of the best s*x I've ever had, but even him kicking me out couldn't keep my happiness from filtering through. I have a client! I had amazing s*x! I was on top of the world. I was done showering and packing up, before the other version of reality hit me. I had to quit my nanny job. The family I worked for now, I've been working for them since Shelia was pregnant the second time and Mark was just a lawyer. Now he's a partner, they've just celebrated Hailey's 8th birthday... and Shelia was running her own 'Mother's to be" clothing store. Making it to the front desk, I checked out and signed my bill, before pausing. "Can I ask who was in suite 1425?" "No, I'm sorry miss, we can't give out other people's information." The young girl behind the desk told me with a really worried expression, and I had to wonder if people yell at her for following her bosses, or the company's policy. "That's ok. I just thought I knew him or something." I waved it off and then sighed. "Thank you for a wonderful stay." I smiled and waved and just as I headed outside I pulled out my phone and hit Shelia's number. "Mel! How did it go? Are you on your way home?" "Good morning Shelia. Yes... it went well. I got the job." I heard her scream and cheer and I smiled as I moved up to the next spot waiting for a taxi. "Oh yay! Oh this is perfect!" She cooed at me and I knew she had been worried about what I was going to do when her youngest Charlie, turned 5 and was ready for school in 3 months. I smiled as I became next in line for a Taxi and I listened to her tell me about how she wanted to make me my favorite for dinner tonight. "You know what? How about I come over once I unpack, I will help make dinner and help break the news to the kids." I offered and she sighed and told me how much they were all going to miss me. I looked over when I heard a familiar voice, the man's on the phone. He was stolling up to a black lincoln and even had a guy opening his door for him. He didn't look around, he was talking in angry little spouts at some guy named Andrew, and he never once looked over. "Mr. Grant!" I heard someone shout and the door stopped from closing after he sat and he stepped back out, signed a paper and then go back in. The lady rushed back in with the paper and I could only imagine the power this guy had. I'm glad I didn't have to put up with him if he shouted at people and had 'servants' doing what was expected of them by opening doors and driving him around. He even had someone who doesn't work for him run out just to get a signature. I was right, he might have been a good s*x partner, but he was an asshole. ... Two Months Later I wiped my mouth as I got sick for the 6th morning in a row and tried to hold back my tears knowing what was happening. I was pregnant. And alone. And in the middle of a job. I was almost done with this job, I would have enough for a big down p*****t and I would be able to market myself as a more designer than a decorator. I was moving up in the world. And I would just be a working mom. I was strong, I was going to have money, something my single mom didn't have. I had support at my back, I had friends who would love me and my baby. I can do this. Even if my baby didn't have a father just like me, we would be ok.