INTOXICATED ROMANCE EPISODE 2Iyiolastrings
Toni: “surprise!” I gasp in surprise as my eyes scan the room. They are about 25 people. I recognize a few as my colleagues. I work as a manager in this hotel and one of my superior had instructed me to bring some documents to the private suite. I was already on my way home but according to her, the occupant of the suite is important so they sent me.
I just started working here last week and I didn’t want to make a bad impression so I dropped my bag and took the documents. I was on my way with the document when Cynthia, my best friend and colleague called me to meet her in one of the private rooms underground. The hotel runs a night club downstairs and I have never been there due to my background. My father is a pastor while my mother is just as devoted as he is and they brought me up in a conservative way. No trousers, no short skirts, no secular music and the rest. I stand at the doorway and stare in confusion until Cynthia walks toward me. “thank God you made it. I thought you would stand me up because of your over the top spirituality. Anyways happy birthday!” Happy birthday?. Oh my God, Its April, of course it my birthday. “I totally forgot. It must have slipped my mind. With the stress of a new job coupled with my planning for my wedding next month.” I say and Cynthia’s face falls at the mention of my wedding plans. Kacy my fiancé, is a close friend of hers when she was in the states studying and when they came back to Nigeria, kacy courted me. We were in courtship for two years before I agreed. I am about to ask her why she suddenly looks down but she quickly diverts my attention by dragging me to a table. They sing me a birthday song and I blow out the candles in a hurry as I still haven’t taken the documents upstairs and it’s getting late. After blowing the candles, I thank everyone then turn to leave. “you should at least have one drink with us before you go” Cynthia says and everybody murmur their agreement. “come on cyn, you know I don’t drink” she rolls her eyes at me then pour some orange juice in an empty glass for me then stretch it towards me with a smile. I collect the glass. I am about to drink it all in one gulp but she stops me. “what now?” I grumble “a toast, to many more years and a happy married life to our celebrant” she raises her glass and I clink mine with hers. Everybody in the room does the same and I notice that I am the only one drinking the orange juice. They are all having champagne. As soon as I down the whole glass of juice, i rush out, before Cynthia comes up with something else. Cynthia is a party girl but i am the total opposite. people who know us always wonder how we became friends but ever since she helped me when i fell off a see-saw in kindergarten and hurt my knee, we have been close. The only time we were apart since then was when I had an accident eight years ago and when she studied in the US. I notice she changed a lot after she came back, but she’s still my friend. I rush to the first floor and wait for the elevator to take me upstairs so i can deliver the documents. My mom would already be worried by now. As soon as the elevator opens, i rush in and a wave of dizziness assail me. I stand upright and shake my head to clear my foggy brain. What is wrong with me? Why am i dizzy all of a sudden? I must be tired. The stress of my wedding plans is probably getting to me. The elevator opens at the top floor and i get out slowly so i won’t lose my balance. I hear my phone ring in my hand and i look at the screen. It’s blurry but I can make out kacy’s face on it. I go to answer the call but my hands are not steady and my phone falls to the hard floor and shatters everywhere. Stupid phone. I bend and pick all the parts I can find but I don’t see my sim-card. I stand up, barely able to stop myself from falling face down to the floor. I take in steadying breathe then walk to the door of the suite and knock. My body feels so hot. My stomach keeps fluttering. I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I fan myself with my hands and wait until the door opens. A good-looking young man is standing by the door looking at me with glazed eyes. My body heat increases and i start taking my blazer off, then start undoing my shirt buttons. The man’s eyes bulge as he sees what i am doing. He goes to say something but i shut him with my mouth. He hesitates but just for a sec. He grabs my waist, then raises me up as I wrap my legs around his waist and he takes me to his bed. A little voice at the back of my mind reminds me of who I am but I can’t stop. Kacy’s face flashes through my mind but I can’t stop. I can’t stop! Is that my hand undoing his button? No! What am I doing. My brain says stop but my body doesn’t follow the instruction. I wake up the next morning with an headache. I look around and see my clothes scattered on the ground. How did i get here?. A hand lands on my stomach and that’s when I remember last night. I silently get off the bed, put on my scattered clothes and sneak out