The Stranger In My House

Fatima's POV

Waking up to the sound of rain gently falling, I felt an unusual pain in my side. I tried to open my eyes and I was welcomed by a very bad headache. I opened my eyes to a very unfamiliar room. Somewhere different from my home. Oh my God. I sat up frantically as I tried to recollect the previous night's activities. Seeing I am naked right now and the soreness between my thighs has given the answer to my questions.

Remembering the activities of the last light, I twirl a strand of my hair between my fingers with a smile on my face. I can not remember the last time I had so much fun. A little too much considering the headache I am having now. I had sex with a stranger.

Hearing his voice in my head right now is sending chills down my spine. A stranger who knows me so well.

"So fucking perfect."

"You need to open up to take all of this. All of me."

"So tight."

"Your taste is so addictive."

Did last night even happen, or was he some ghost figment of my imagination? But the lingering scent of him reminds me it was real.

All of it.

I looked to my side and noticed he was gone. Long gone before I woke up leaving me feeling disappointed and glad at the same time. I needed to know the man who gave me a million orgasms in a night.

I chew on my bottom lip.

Would I be able to look at him if I finally knew who it was?

Do I know how I feel?

Do I regret it? No.

But what if nothing will ever compare to that? Possible.

No no no. Don't think like that. You shouldn't even know him. At least you don't have to see someone you don't know. I'm better off this way. A clean cut. Never allowed to know each other.

As I continue to contemplate the consequences of the best one-night stand in my entire existence, the most terrifying, horrible thought blooms in my mind. Arriving late on the caboose of you are so fucked.

Wilson Sunday brunch.

I fly out of bed, standing naked and startled at the same time. Feeling like a fish in a glass bowl, I frantically look for my phone.

Kitchen counter? Nope. Bathroom? Nope. Racing around, I searched and picked up my littered clothes from the floor.

I am so fucked. So so fucked.

What was I thinking? Going to a business soiree and hooking up with a handsome masked stranger the night before family brunch. Stupid.

I thought the soiree was supposed to end by 10 pm which it did but Roxy had other plans. She was purring and meowing, I just couldn't deny her such a delicacy. Look where that got me.

Hanging out of my purse on the sofa, I find my phone.

I had so much time to remember something this important. How did I not? Instead, I was reminiscing over a dick that felt like a dream.