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"The Aftermath"

I woke up feeling sore all over my body and alone on the hotel bed. I'm not even trying to move, but I can feel it. Also, disappointed that the man who fucked me last night left me. Well, I shouldn't even be surprised. What happened last night wouldn't mean something to him, and it shouldn't mean something to me either.

Well, I hope he would want to eat breakfast together since he devoured me last night. Oops! My mistake, we both devoured each other last night.

I shook my head, and this wasn't me. I don't eat breakfast with someone I hook up with. , Technically, I haven't yet, but I admit that I want to. I'm a person who gets attached easily, and I don't know if that's good.

Struggling to get up, I force myself to do so because of my hunger, plus there's this hangover that they call. I'm experiencing it right now, not that it's my first time, though. This one is just the worst.

I pick up my clothes on the floor, not even bothering to cover my naked body, and I'm alone. Why bother? I made my way to the bathroom and washed my face. I must be decent when I walk out to this place because I look like a mess right now. I wash my face and fix my messy hair. I even put some make-up on to look fresh.

I still feel sore, but it's bearable now, unlike earlier. My feet hurt wearing my high heels, but I don't have anything to change. I even feel dirty. I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

"Ugh! I'm going to take a long bath when I get home." Just thinking about it makes me excited.

I was in the lobby when I realized that I didn't have my car. We went here using his car, and I also didn't bring my car to the bar because I was so sure I would be drunk.

I sigh and decide to call our driver. Good thing he's not busy. I'm guessing my parents aren't home. I was waiting in the lobby when I noticed people watching me, and I would raise my brows at them when I caught them watching me. Why are they looking at me, though? Is it because I smell? I immediately smell myself. Nope, I don't smell.

My driver called to say that he was already outside and had forgotten what I was thinking earlier. I told the maids to cook me breakfast as soon as I got out of the car and went to my bedroom. I need to take a bath.

I began to strip my clothes and turn the bathtub's faucet. I enjoy looking at my reflection while waiting for the bathtub to fill up. I bit my lip when an image started flashing in my head. What happened last night was the most satisfying sex I have ever had. How did I not know someone like him before? I'm missing out.

I soaked my body in the bathtub, eyes closed, and all I could hear was my moan while I pleasured myself, thinking about him. I went on and on until I came. What did he do to me?

"Mom. Dad." I hugged my parents as they helped me move out. Mom didn't like it when I told her I'll move out, but I wanted to be independent, and even though dad didn't like it either, he was supportive as he said: "You have to learn things on your own because we won't be here forever to guide you."

It's been a week since I moved out and since the day that I met the man I spent the night with. I don't know anything about him, but I kept thinking of him. I can't even hook up with other guys because it's him that my body is finding.

"Oh, Shit!" I bit my lips and hurriedly took my things before going out of my condo. I can't believe that I'm late for my first day at work, for sure dad will scold me. He told me that I must be earlier at all costs as he'll introduce me to the board members--even though they already know me.

"Very disappointing," Dad said as I got to his office.

"I tried, but I had to look at my best. You don't want your daughter to look unprofessional." I smiled sweetly and kissed his cheeks. "Good morning, dad."

"Make sense but being late is also unprofessional." I smile shyly.

"It won't happen again." I hope it won't.

We went to the conference room and the people inside immediately stood up to greet us. I smiled at each of them, but my smile disappeared when I saw a familiar face, he was shocked to see me.

"Emily will join us today, and I'm also happy to announce that she'll start training today." Everyone clapped.

I sat beside dad and looked at the guy, and he stood up. Is he the one who'll present?

I looked away when he saw me looking at him. He starts his presentation. "that's our most high-paying engineer, Arthur Smith." Dad whimpered that made my heart beat so fast.

Arthur, that's his name. It suits him. But while he's presenting, I can't help but notice how passionate he is. It's like he's not the man he was when I met him that night, and not only that I find that attractive, but I also noticed a suit that fits his body well. He's a bit masculine, and you can see that even with his clothes.

His presentation finished, but I didn't understand any of the words he said as I was more focused on the movement of his lips.

The meeting finished, and the shareholders started to approach me and give me a handshake, but my attention wasn't on them. It was Arthur who was coming my way.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Emily." He offered his hands which made me bite my tongue, my hands were shaking, and I think he noticed it but didn't say anything.

I thought he was going to say something else, but he left. My brows creased, and I annoyingly looked at the door where he retired. That was rude, and even though I felt like shit, I still am very much attracted to him.

I badly wanted to kiss him when I saw him, but I held myself. It would be embarrassing to do that in front of the shareholders and to my dad, who knows me as a pure and innocent daughter.

My dad introduced me to my mentor and some of my workmates; it was a little hard to make friends as I'm not good with that, but some are approachable, but I think they're only doing that because they know that I'm the heir of the family Williams.  

They gave me a workload that's only retyping, and I get bored. That's why I'm using my phone now and texting my friends. I can't wait to tell you that the man I was smitten with and hooked up with that night works with us.

I sure hope he's not in a relationship, but he told me he didn't have any girlfriend that night. I hope that's true.

"Sir Arthur is surely married. From the look on his face, he isn't the one who's available on the market." And even my workmates are talking about Arthur.

Why am I even surprised when he's hot and good-looking. It's weird that all my life, I just met him. I always go here when I finish class but never have I ever seen him.

"He doesn't have a ring, though. Maybe he is single." I heard.

They suddenly stopped talking, which made me look around. I thought our supervisor was roaming around, but Arthur was on his way to the pantry. Doesn't they have a pantry in their department?

I smiled and stood up. I'm not wasting my time thinking about Arthur. I want to make my move as I get impatient that he's mysterious.

"Hey." I lean on the counter as he's pouring himself coffee.

"What do you want?' He faces me.

"You, and I will make you mine, and oh, so you do remember me," I smirk and sit closer to him.

"Why don't you step back? Someone will see us." He said and stepped back.

I smirk, and before he can leave, I stop him by pulling him using his tie.

"Emily!" His deep voice makes me weak, but that doesn't stop me there.

"I'm glad you know my name." I pull his tie to my face. I hold his cheeks and run my hand through his hair.

He groans and pulls my hand out of his tie. He then fixes it and walks out. I smile, satisfied with what I did. I will make sure you will be crazy for me, Arthur; mark my words.

I happily finished my work for the day, very satisfied with what happened with my day.

Although I'm satisfied with my encounter with Arthur, I still want to talk to him. Maybe offer him something that he might like or hate, but there's no wrong in trying.

I went to the engineering department, but there was no sign of Arthur there. I was about to give up, but I saw him get on the elevator. I smile and am about to ride the elevator with him, but it is already closed before I can get in.

Feeling sad because he didn't get to see me, I ride the elevator beside it. It says it's going to the basement or the parking lot.

"Where is he?" The basement is silent, and I can't see him because of the cars, but I still tried.

"Why are you here? I told you that I don't want to see you again!" I jumped as I heard someone fighting.

I followed the voice, but I was shocked to see Arthur cornering someone on the side of the car. The girl is crying and is hitting his chest.

"I miss you. Please come back to me." My mouth is open, very shocked by what I am witnessing.

"I don't. Leave, I don't want anything to do with you, and I will never come back to you."

"Arthur, we promise each other. To love each other even when we hate each other." She is crying on Arthur's chest.

Arthur looks like he's in pain, and so do I. He's with someone, and they love each other passionately from the look of their fight.

But I'm hurt because I'm attracted to him, and something happened to us special to me. I rarely care for other people I don't know well, but I do with him.

"Our vows are nothing to you," Arthur said, making my eyes wider. I cover my mouth from the shock.

"We're married! You can't just leave me because of a mistake I made a long time ago."

My jaw dropped as soon as the word married came out. I had a hint, but I didn't want to believe it and now hearing it made my heart hurt. Never in my life had this happened. This is why I'm afraid of commitment. People cheat and have a mistress.

"How can you say that?! You're the reason why we're in this situation."

Before I could hear any more of their fight, I left crying. I left feeling that the world had just collapsed.

Married, he's married. And something happens between the two of us. I thought our story would be remarkable because I knew I wanted him for life when I saw him in that conference room. I want him, he's passionate, and I can see that he's responsible for the most part because my heart beat when I saw him the first time in the bar and today.

But it's fucked up, and nothing is special between us because... I was just someone he had a one-night stand with.