Leap OF Fate

The bright and warm sunlight touched Serene’s face. She winced with eyes still closed she pulled herself to a sitting position, resting her head on the headboard. Her throat felt dry and her head was like splitting into two. “Ugh, hangover”, she uttered under her breath. She clutched her head and by doing so, she noticed that only a white blanket covered her and was naked underneath.  

Her nakedness jolted her awake and immediately pulled the blanket further up to her neck and wrapped it around her body. Her eyes surveyed the room. The place was not familiar to her at all. It looked like a hotel room. She closed her eyes, shook her head, and opened her eyes again. She looked under the blanket that was wrapped around her body and confirmed that she was indeed naked underneath.  

“Oh Fuck, what happened?” She laboriously tried to recall last night’s events. She clearly remembered that she booked a ride from her app and boarded the car. “What’s going on? Why am I here?” The more she racked her brain for answers, the painful her head became.  

“Ahhh!” She cannot help but let out a small scream from the frustration she felt. 

She was yet to recover from her confusion and frustration when the balcony opened, and a man walked in from it. 

Serene looked at him, stunned. She surveyed the specimen in front of her. He was over six feet tall, slim but firm. His neatly combed hair barely touched and tied at back. His facial features looked cold and imposing. He got piercing eyes, and his nose was straight and his lips were thin and red. He was wearing a navy business suit with a white shirt and a maroon tie. The clothes he wore were well ironed and looked very expensive. 

he smirked

you do to me?” Serene

brought you here. Don’t worry, I did not touch you. I don’t fuck dead logs,” he answered matter-of-factly and in a

raised her brow

on your puke. So, I made you feel more comfortable. Anyway, I had your clothes cleaned and are on the chair in the

dumbstruck, and it took a while for her to get up from the bed. She kept her gaze on the door as she walked towards her clothes. Her clothes still felt warm, like they have just been ironed and they also smelled freshly washed. She brought her clothes

She took out her phone from her bag and checked the time. Eight O’clock in the morning. She still has an hour to

time to go back home to change” she complained inwardly. She walked towards the door, but just as

her. As if satisfied with what he saw, his lips stretched to

thing. Somehow this person looked familiar, but she cannot recall where she met

here,” it sounded more of a command than