Trapped Between Kings

I groaned and tucked the duvet over my head, inhaling the unfamiliar scent of a manly perfume, I stiffened as my eyes fluttered open to reveal a warm body next to me.

I flinched and jumped up in shock, my eyes scanning the room.

The first thing that reminded me of how messed up things were, was an excruciating headache that formed a cap around my head as I looked down at my bare body, I was frozen in shock, and the guy lying next to me adjusted his position on the bed and wrapped part of the duvet around his body.

Three questions filled my confused mind.

What was I doing in this unfamiliar room?

Who's this guy? And most importantly, why wasn't I dressed?

I turned toward the guy. He had light brown hair and a perfectly sculptured jawline which seemed familiar, some sort of memories awakening in my shallow mind.

I remember meeting this dude in some bar while I filled my cup with liquor. I remember him asking me if I was alright, a question that was met with no response. But, what I couldn't remember was how I ended up on his bed, lying next to him without clothes.

I looked around for my clothes and saw them lying on the floor in disarray as if they had been hastily discarded.

I shook my head, trying to push away the thoughts that raced through my mind.

As I made my way out of the room, I realized where I was. I was in a five-star hotel, on the fifteenth floor of the skyscraper.

I tried to hide my face in shame as I passed two women walking to the elevator. They seemed to be staring at me, and I felt as though they knew that something was wrong.

I gathered my hair into a messy bun and placed my hand on my waist, but it didn't help. I was sweating despite the cold air conditioning.

When the elevator doors opened with a ding, I walked out and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Pushing open the door to my single-room apartment, I stumbled to the bed and fell face-first into my pillow.

"I can't believe I slept with a stranger," I mumbled, pressing the pillow against my face. "I lost my job, I lost everything!"

How was I going to survive? After years of trying to secure my job, and almost getting my life back on track, it had all vanished because of one silly mistake in paperwork.

It all came crashing down because of a paperwork mistake. Now, I have lost my job.

That was it! I wouldn't be able to find another one in time before I starved to death. I still believed it was all a setup.

How could someone do such a thing? I thought I was good at what I did - just an office assistant.