Secretary Riding The CEO

I jumped off the bed with puffy eyes. I felt my body quiver after a palm caressed my lower back.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, looking out to the window, a bright light shunned meticulously on the hotel room, casting patterns on the silver blue bedspread, and donating a chunk on the strange figure lying on the bed.

"What have I done?"

I whimpered, watching my cell phone vibrate again for the umpteenth time.

The phone had rung the other times that I was asleep, but even then I was wide awake I still couldn't get myself to pick it.

"What exactly have I done?"

I whispered again as my eyes drifted away to the bed.

A perfectly built figure laid on it, fast asleep.

Noticing bloodstains on the bed, some trickling down my thighs, with a pair of masks on the floor, I cried inwardly

as it dawned on me that I had had a one night stand with a strange man on the eve of my wedding.

With hands shaking and tears falling on my hands, I struggled to pick up the phone, I had fifty seven missed calls already, and now the last call has ended making it fifty eight.

"Ryan will kill me!"

I cried, feeling hopeless. Just then, I shut my eyes as the thoughts of last night struck me.

"Come to my bed tonight!"

"Is that for me?"

"Oh no!" realizing I was on bed with this man last night.

It was a mask club, and my friend Victoria had convinced me to go clubbing that night.

The last clubbing as a single lady she had called it.

"What was I thinking?" I howled silently, trying not to wake the man on the bed, as I wouldn't want to add to the shame I was feeling.

I struggled to pick up my clothes, planning to disappear before he woke up.

Plastering my gaze on the wall clock, I realized it was past 9am.

My wedding service was set to start by 8:30am, but there I was, jumping off another man's bed!

I looked at the man's face and quickly got a glimpse of what he looks like, and my mind told me to wake him.

I moved, making my way to wake him up, but my phone had buzzed again.

I picked the phone immediately and slide the green button, not minding who was calling.

I was too nervous to think.

"Where are you, Scarlett? Everyone is waiting for you!" Sally's voice scolded from the other end.

Sally was my aunt, my mother's elder sister to be precise.

I have been living with her since I was four, after I lost my parents to a car accident, and ever since then, she has been my guardian.

"I'll be right there!"

I replied as I quickly recognized her voice.

Quickly, I slid into the black dress that I wore that night to the club, some part of it were already ripped off, but I didn't mind.

I dashed off the room, leaving most of my belongings behind.

The door to the St Peter's cathedral opened silently and I walked in in a hurry.

Everyone turned to look at me as they noticed how shabby I was looking.

My blonde hair was badly fixed, with my face looking flushed as a result of the hangover, while I struggled to get hold of my large wedding dress.

It was obvious that I hadn't taken time to prepare for my own wedding. I had only managed to wash my face when I got to my hotel to dress up.

The strange look on everyone's face was alarming, stained with a little bit of worry.

But what I found more terrifying was the look on Ryan's face.