Just One Night

Did We Do It?

Stars and moon.

Roses and lilies.

Damn, is it possible?

"What are thinking?" A whisper hint of my dreamy state. I look at the f*****g handsome and catchy source.

You are hot and you can cook.

No, Sarah no, he is a filthy rich playboy.

"It's nothing." I shake my head and concentrate on my beaten egg. Waffles are life-saving abode, adds taste and extents direction to avoid the conversation as I stuff it all in. I love it, don't I?

He chuckles. I look at his jawbones, the way it sharpens causing the flexing of his cheek as he smiles. He literally, not in exaggeration, has a twinkling eye.

" Don't stare at me like that, missy." He tantalizes catching me with a serious archaic look. 

I keep looking at him," or you will fall in him." Dimple again find its way and he enjoys me in absolute horror.

I gasp and lower down my head to my plate. 

"Don't call me Missy," I say and stuff more of waffle.

"Well, you told me a lot of things about people you have ever crossed with yesterday except your name, profession and where you live, your phone number..." He trails.

"And stuff like that." He adds seeing my blank expression.

"About what people?" I ask him.

"Your last boss who liked me so much but as you didn't like me so he threw you from the edge. The cliff. " 

Oh gross!

"And how in Madrid a man came up to you and asked for a dance and you, you just " he shakes his head and sighs deeply. 

God, what did I tell? 

" And I just?" 

"And you just danced with him." He says with a plain face and laughs at my face probably the how my mouth was going wide open at incredulity.

Was I all nonsense?

"You didn't make sense on a lot of occasions. But it was so much fun talking to you. You are cute. " 

Yes, his eyes do sparkle.

"Yeah. ..am..okay." I manage. "Thank you." 

He just stares at me, his smile slowly fading with something strong and not at all right. I can feel it coming but I don't resist.

He leans towards me and just close enough he tilts his head and bam! He is onto me.

I am petrified. Just as much as he is actively placing a light wet kiss. 

"Close your eyes." I hear him say.

I do. Close my eyes. Like a puppy.

His hand reaches to my neck and he positions me for good access. This time I react and move with him. Our tongue glide, slow and f*****g heavenly Until. Until the woman's voice interrupt us 

We both flinch apart onto our chair. Daniel doesn't seem that affected by the intrusion. He stares at me just as he makes way towards the source. He disappears behind the wall that had curtained the scene of our small kiss. 

I take a breath and head towards them. Daniel is standing with a lady dressed in tight peach bodycon. her hair and makeup are as picture-perfect as holy messed I look. 

Her eyes dart behind him at me. I don't like the way she looks at me from top to bottom but I ignore it. She gives Danieal a disappointed look and turns back at me. I know. After all, I am in boxer and Tshirt.

Daniel smiles at me and begins, "Umm...Mom... She is.." 

"Oh darling, please hurry, we can acquaint ourselves. I told you about the urgent affair. " she butts in and it says a lot. She literally does not like me. It's surprising I am having thoughts like this.

"Well, seeing the situation I cannot introduce you too. Missy?" He grins at me playfully.

In front of his mother, good God!

"Hurry darling," Mom interjects.

I note the exasperated look on his face. He really wants to stay but can't. He literally is in hurry. Damn, don't leave me all alone.

"Stay I will be back. Soon." He whispers to me before running upstairs giving an unhealthy look. Soft blue eyes filled with sincere care that has eerie charisma of its own, is it unhealthy? Or I am delusional. That all that was there in his.....is my head messing with myself. Hah..

I look at Mrs. Coaster who is throwing a dirty glance at me. Awkward and highly demeaning eyes. 

"I am Sarah Cole, Mrs. Coaster. It's a pleasure meeting you." I say smiling at her.

"You know Sarah where we are heading to in a few minutes?" She says instead.

I laugh awkwardly and say, "No..how would I know."

"Yes, right."She smiles.

Damn me, good God! 

"I don't understand," I say in confusion. 

She smiles wickedly. Again.

"Fair enough, miss cole. I should better follow up with my son's arrangement. He is going to meet his girlfriend and soon to be fiancee." 

Fiancee!

"And I find Sarah Cole in my son's T-shirt. I don't know what I say to you now?" She says and manages to raise her arched eyebrows some more at me. I get the hint that Mrs. Coaster gave in a very bad and cruel way. I always had doubts about rich people that they might not be that shady and cruel and we just frame them however we like through media and our own flickering views. Meeting Daniel gave a window. But now this woman has rubbed it on my face.

"I understand you, Mrs. Coaster. I should leave now." I say and look around. I shuffle for my bag. 

Taking a look at my bag contents and phone, I check the sofa. I have all my things. Except for my clothes.

"I hope you got it all." She says and I understand where she is actually going.

"Yeah, I found my things," I say buying on my lips.

"Good. You can mail your address to my associate here, he will send you your clothes, Sarah." She points me to a man standing far in the side of the door.

If I had an address of my own.

"No, it's okay. I am good. I will return the.." I say looking at Danial's clothes.

"Oh dear, don't worry. Daniel wouldn't want them anymore. You know what I mean." She shakes her head sideways. And there it is. 

I know what she means. 

Daniel Coaster f****d a woman from the bar just the day before he was to meet his bride to be. Too less for a Playboy.

And did we? I don't even know. 

What the f**k was I thinking?

I head straight out and run towards the beach. Away from a beautiful house. I run through the side of the beach too far to be seen by Coster. Just as I calm and stand to take a fresh breath, Daniels sparkling eyes cone before my head. The sight of eggs and waffles being placed for me as he stares my every action. I am feeling like I have been thrown out like a dog, a loyal one. I don't even know him and yet. It's very disturbing.

But again. It's been a while since I had a drunk night all to myself without the fear of job getting snatched away and it's complications, and a fine morning too with someone serving me and laughing with me telling me about my madness the night before. It was too pleasurable to stay. And now the idea of nothing having a roof is making it worse.