A NIGHT WITH HIM

Mikayla stood, with tears brimming from her eyes as she watched the event unfold in front of her. The other two people in the room were oblivious to her presence.

"Oh my goodness!!" She screamed.

Lucas and Alessia moved away from each other with Alessia trying to look for something to cover her body with.

" I can explain, baby hi, just let me explain. It's not what it looks like ", Lucas said.

" Oh it's exactly what it looks like, I think I just caught you sleeping with my best friend. How could you do this to me? To think that I trusted you ,what more do you want from me?" Mikayla screamed, tears still pouring from her eyes. Her makeup is ruined, and her face is soiled with mascara, but she doesn't care as she turns to look at Alessia, who tries to avoid her gaze.

"And you, I can't believe you did this to me. We've been friends for 10 years for god's sake."

" Mikayla, please, it's not what it looks like. I mean, it is, but well I ,er ,erm it's not ." Alessia stammered, still trying to cover herself.

Lucas moves close to Mikayla and tries to touch her, but she steps back and throws her purse at him.

"Don't come close to me, we're done. You could as well say goodbye to your sponsorship deal," she said, picking up her purse and walking out with her head held up high even if she felt like a truck had run over her several times.

She ignores several calls from Lucas behind her, gets into her car and drives off.

"What do you mean you didn't get the deal?" Miguel shouted at the man who calls himself the branch manager.

The same man who's in charge of the 20 million dollar deal that they had just lost

"Sir, they didn't give us a chance to explain what the deal was about but.."

" Oh, shut your trap. What do you mean that they didn't give you the chance to explain? You know what, get the hell out of my office. You're fired" Miguel said, cutting him off.

He had no idea why his dad kept hiring incompetent people like that.

The so-called man had been working with Tunner's Corporation for 15 years, and he still did not know how to handle a deal. He watched as the man stepped out of his office with his head bowed, and he could hear whimpers from him.

Oh! For Christ's sake, is he crying??, Miguel thought.

He really did not care if he was. Crying would not get him his job back, nor the 20 million dollar deal they lost.

Miguel picked up the intercom and dialed his secretary's number.

"Bring the Sanders file to my office now"

He said and dropped the call before she could even answer.

Now some people may think he was ruthless, but that's how business is done, he thought.

Maria, his secretary, knocked and entered the office, holding the file he requested for

"Thank you" he said ,collecting it from her.

He started to look at the file and looked up to see that his secretary was still in his office ,standing as if she had something to say.

"Is there a reason as to why you're still here" he asked her?

"Well ,sirrr,erm ,er, I " she said,stammering

It was obvious that she was scared of him.

As it should be

"Maria, I believe I don't pay you to stammer and when I employed you, stammering was not included in your job application form ,so speak" he said, harshly.

" I don't have time to waste", he continued.

"Your dad called" she finally said.

"He did??"

"Yes sir"

"When was this and why wasn't I informed?"

" I tried to tell you this morning when you came in, but you didn't let me talk, sir". She answered,

Miguel sighed and said" I'll call him back, you. You may go."

She hurriedly left his office and shut the door behind her before he could even say go.

Miguel closed the file in front of him and tapped his pen on the table. It was something he did whenever he was stressed and, right now, he was

I needed a drink, he thought.

He picked up his phone and called the only person that was always available to drink with him.

"Let's have a drink. Meet me at our usual place" he said, before ending the call and stepping out of his office.

Mikayla drove off from Lucas's place, crying her eyes out. She didn't care how she looked, all she knew was that she wanted to get out of there.

She couldn't believe that Lucas had cheated on her with Alessia .

She had gone there to apologize to him about the fight that they had earlier in the morning, and he was just there cheating.

She had even meant to surprise him with the sponsorship deal she got for him from her dad and all he could think of was to sleep with her best friend.

The same best friend that he said he couldn't stand

She had so many questions that she wanted to ask

How long has it been going on for?

Why her?

He had been acting suspicious in the past few days, and she had been oblivious to it. She just thought it was because of stress. She should have known that he was cheating.

She kept driving until she saw a bar in front. That's it

Drinking would help, she told herself.

She would just drink herself into a stupor and forget about his betrayal.

"I'll drink and become a brand-new person" she said to herself.

She drove into the parking lot of the bar, parked carefully and went out.

She walked into the bar, and it felt like everyone was staring at her.

"That's what you get when you look like a zombie"her subconscious mind said to her.

She could even feel her rolling, her eyes rolling.

It was just eight pm, but the bar was filled with people.

She walked up to the bartending table and sat on one of the stools.

"Can I get a margarita with tequila?" She said to the female bartender, who turned to look at her and smiled with eyes full of pity.

" Why don't you go to the restroom ,my love? I'm sure you'll feel better", the bartender said.

She started to protest, but the bartender shook her head and Mikayla had no choice but to listen.

"Oh my goodness" she exclaimed as soon as she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Her face was horrible, her makeup was ruined, and she looked like she had a case of bad plastic surgery. She immediately washed her face, fixed her makeup and stepped out of the restroom.

The bartender was right.

I do feel better, she thought.

"Thank you" Mikayla said, smiling as soon as she reached the bartending table.

"No problem. A margarita, you said?" The bartender asked.

"Yes, and.."

"Make that two ". A voice beside her said, and she turned to see a young attractive man beside her.

He smiled and sat next to her.

God, he's hot, Mikayla thought.

"Oh I know, but thank you" he said, staring at her.

"What??" She asked.

"I was thanking you for saying I'm hot."

He answered,

Oh! My God, did she say that aloud?, she wondered.

"Yes, you did, and you just did again" he said, laughing.

"Oh, so sorry, I didn't mean to". She said, embarrassed

"Oh you didn't?" He asked, frowning

"No, I did, but I didn't mean..." she said, afraid that she might have hurt his ego.

" I'm teasing" he said, and she left a nervous chuckle

"I'm Miguel "he said, just as the bartender served our drinks.

She downed hers in one gulp before answering "I'm Mikayla"

"Nice to meet you, you might want to slow down on the drinks" he said, with a soft chuckle.

" Trust me when I say that I need this" she answered.

" Going through a rough patch?"

" Try your boyfriend cheating on you" she said.

" Oh I see"he said, pitifully

" That's it, let's go dancing" he continued, grabbing her and pulling her into the sea of people on the dance floor.

He held her softly while she swayed her hips to the song, and she could feel a familiar ache in her belly.

The disc jockey was playing one of her favorite songs, and she couldn't seem to remember the title now, but she was sure that she would hopefully

"You smell so nice" he whispered in her ears, with a deep husky voice that made her feel that ache again in her belly.

"Thank you" she said, cheekily.

"How about we take this to my suite?" He asked.

On a normal day, when she was in her right senses, she would have refused and proceeded to slap him for making such an outrageous request, but her head was a mess, so she was not thinking straight.

"Yes" she said, and he held her hand and walked her to the parking lot , holding her tightly so she wouldn't fall.

She giggled softly and said "How are we supposed to drive two cars?"

He stopped to look at her, and it looked like he was thinking of it too.

"I'll drive your car with you in it because you're in no position to drive, and then I'll get my car tomorrow" he said.

" Where is it" he asked after,

She pointed sluggishly to her car, and then he laughed" This is your car?"

" Yes, is there a problem?"

She asked,angrily

Nobody makes a jest of her car.

" Not exactly ". He helped her into the car and got in too.

He started her car and turned to see her struggling with her seat belt.

"Here, let me help you" he said, laughing as he helped to fasten it.

His face was so close to hers that she could feel his breath. He stopped to look at her and then her lips and, before she knew it, his lips were on hers.

Shaking every thought of him off, she kissed him back ,tugging at his shirt.

She started to unbutton his shirt, but he pulled back and held her hand. " As much as I want you, we should probably get back to my suite."

He crossed back to his seat and she adjusted her blouse.

He started the ignition key and then drove off.

This was going to be a long night, she thought.