My head aches. It felt like something was repeatedly pounding on it, making it burdensome for me to keep my eyelids open.
“Fuck,” I cussed, struggling to open my eyes. The events of last night were vague. I couldn't even recall what happened. I could barely remember leaving a room and dropping a dollar bill on the bedside table.
Everything else after that was blurred. I tried to rise from the bed, but a searing spasm worked through me, making it difficult for me to do so.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed, placing my right palm on my forehead to stop the pain that threatened to render me ineffective.
I rolled out of the bed, sitting up on it as I blindly sought the painkillers I dropped on the table before I left for the party last night. I was prepared for this knowing how easy it is for me to get drunk.
I grabbed two tablets from the container and swallowed them with the water I kept for such a case. Done with that, I plopped down on the bed, waiting for the pain to subside.
And it did. I think it only took less than two minutes for it to stop. I sat up on the bed, cracking an eye open before I did the same to the other. Fully awake now, I took in the disheveled room —the dresses I poured on the floor while looking for the right one for the party were still on the floor.
Who was I kidding? I declined the room cleaning services from the hotel. If there is one thing I hate, it's strangers touching my things.
Yawning, I got up from the bed and took a step towards the bathroom, only to gasp at the shock that went through my inner thighs.
What the freaking fuck?!
I glanced down at my naked thighs, shocked by the pain. But it was nowhere near the confusion I felt when I saw the tattoo on my left thigh. It was still fresh, meaning it hadn't been close to 10 hours since I had it.
I sat back on the bed, too stunned to make a sound as my eyes took in the tattoo. The shock I felt within me was unlike any I've ever felt. And that was when snippets of what happened last night started playing in my mind like a movie.
I recalled speaking with a man after a fight I had with a pervert who tried to grope me. It was a masquerade ball, so I couldn't tell who the person I spoke with was, but his voice drew me in.
We drank and danced until he suggested we take the party to the bedroom. I can only faintly recall having a conversation with him before we kissed, gradually taking it to the bed.
My cheeks tinged red in embarrassment. I can't believe my first time was with a total stranger!
But the tattoo? How the hell did I get one on my right thigh? After the sex, I can recall leaving a dollar bill on his bedside table before I left the room, but not how I got the tattoo.
The dragon, with a flower between the lips, stared back at me as I tried to recall, but it was impossible. It was as if I blanked out when all that happened.
I tugged hard on my hair. How careless could I have been? Coming to Greece was an idea from my best friend and business partner. She wanted my help in working on a partnership in the States, so a trip to Greece was her way of bribing me.
But I ended up getting fucked on the first day here. By a foreigner, who I might not see until the end of time. With a freaking god-damned tattoo on my inner thigh!
And to make matters worse, I don't know his name. I slept with a stranger without even getting a name. One will wonder what I moaned to. My name?
Beating myself over it, I took my bath and brushed my teeth, intending to rid my body of what happened last night. I wore a blue cotton skirt and paired it with a black crop top.
I combed my black lustrous hair and checked the time on my wristwatch. Shirley hasn't called yet, which means she's either having a nap or busy in the office.
I packed my clothes, checked out of the hotel, and drove towards the airport — Having booked a flight the moment I finished taking my bath.
I was supposed to stay in Greece for three days before I head over to the States, but I don't think I can afford to remain here any more, not after what happened last night.
Going to the States seems so much better now compared to staying here. I'm afraid I might jump into bed with a man who is a greater psycho compared to the one I slept with.
The cab driver was chatty, trying to converse with me using the tidbits of English he knew. But it was frustrating trying to understand what he meant. I could only nod and contribute whenever I heard any understandable word.
My mind kept returning to last night. I won't lie, it was a memorable night. I know I only recalled a bit of what happened, but the few I can remember were toe-curling.
Had it not been for the damned tattoo he gave me, I would have loved to have another tryst in the hay with him. But as it stands at the moment, I will have his head should I see him.
The sting of the tattoo I got was enough to fuel my anger. That motherfucker! He's lucky I was kind enough to drop a bill for him!
The flight to the States was smooth. I slept for most of the 10-hour ride. I boarded the next one to Seattle. It was roughly a 4-hour flight. Making it 14 hours on air.
By the time I stepped down at the King County International Airport, I was ready to crash.
God, I have never felt this tired for a long time, and it's all thanks to the flights.
I boarded a taxi to the apartment Shirley rented for me. I will have to stay here for close to two months before I return, to tug the ear of my friend.
After a call I had with Shirley, I took a much-needed nap, had some takeout when I woke up and went through the files I was sent. That was practically how three days were spent.
On the fourth day, which happened to be a Monday, I got dressed for work. I had to be decently dressed — Shirley's words, not mine — since this was my first time meeting the boss.
Mr. Zenos Santino Andrew is a big shot in the entertainment industry. At the age of 25, he has established more than two companies and has invested in more than twenty. Getting a partnership deal with him was the highest Shirley and I have achieved since we created our business 4 years ago.
We have been gradually going up the ladder, but what we need is this. That's why I have to be at my best.
I got dressed in a blue suit, pairing it off with black suede heels. I applied minimal makeup on my face and tied my hair in a bun. Giving myself a look over in the mirror, I took my handbag and left for work, snagging my car keys from the hook next to the door.
Shirley had everything planned for me, from the apartment I would stay in, to the car I would drive to work. I doubt I would have made it this far without my lovely friend, who has been my rock since we met fifteen years ago when we were still in middle school.
Driving out of the garage, I took to the highway, loving the whip of the air on my face. I've missed it so much and wished I never had to go to work. It would have been —
A car zoomed past me, almost scratching my car.
"Sorry!" He yelled out.
“Fool!” I yelled after him as I pressed down hard on the accelerator pedals and sped up, to catch up with him. “Hey, you asshole!” I yelled at him, driving to keep up.
The man turned, and for a moment I froze at the handsome face, only to recall why I was trying to get close to him.
“What's wrong with you?!” He yelled out. "I apologized, didn't I?"
“You! You moron! I will kick your ass, motherfucker! Do you think you can do anything just because you are in the States?!” I yelled at him. "An apology isn't enough!"
In my anger, and yelling, I didn't notice we were close to a cross junction. While I drove forward, he took the right lane, escaping from my wrath.
Hitting my right palm on the steering wheel, I continued on my way, pissed at the stupid man. It was just my luck to meet him on the first day of work.
When a playboy billionaire meets his match in a crazy lady, he gets tamed.
It was deemed to be a one-night stand, but for the billionaire, it wasn’t easy to overlook a female who not only flipped his world upside down, but left a dollar bill as payment for the night they spent. And made him seem like a gigolo.
He has no recognition of the female aside from the tattoo on her back.
Astrid also couldn’t forget that night. However, hers wasn’t the same reason as his. Drunk as hell on the night the deed was done, she has no memory of the night aside from the tattoos she got.
Desperate to find the man who did that to her, too, she never counted on her new arrogant business partner being the person.
Aston was happy to discover the recent partner of the company was none other than the female who stole his heart. However, he wasn’t prepared for the female being more than he thought.
This time, the billionaire met his match with a woman who never bends for anyone.
The playboy billionaire is out to be tamed by the Dom female.