C1 Accidental one night stand

Adrian's eyes fluttered open as she looked around her vicinity in confusion.

She couldn't remember a thing that had happened up until this moment. Her eyes dilated when she saw the regal looking room she was in.

No, this wasn't her room. There was no blue rug or fine drapes in her bedroom.

"What am I even thinking, I don't have a home." She suddenly remembered her pathetic predicament.

There was a sudden shriek beneath her with made her to jolt.

She slowly looked down and saw what she considered the most beautiful piece of artwork she had ever set her eyes on. White hair, rosy lips, distinct jawline, those features momentarily endeared her to him.

She looked down to her nether region and saw that her bare chest was pressed against the man's muscular one.

"Shit!" She cursed, that being the first word she had muttered outwardly since she had woken up.

And now it hit her like a wave of fresh air. She remembered how she had branched onto this bar while walking aimlessly on the streets the previous day.

But then how did she get here?

That doesn't matter right now, now she needed to sneak out of this place. It would havee been nice to get to know him more and maybe get to date him or something but she was still bent on her firm decision not to fall in love again.

She made to stand up but she felt a firm restraint on her back.

The man's strong hands was on her back.

Persistently, she got the strong arms off herself and as she stood up, she felt a little sticky.

"There must have been a hot love making between us last night." She could have thrown up right there on that thought but instead, kept mute so as not to awake her 'bed partner'. However, she couldn't help but flush red.

She got off the fluffy bed and grabbed her clothes that had been scattered all around the plush rug.

She didn't even put on her underwears and just headed out of the large room in hasty silence.

Before as she headed out of the large doors, she glanced once more at the man who was still fast asleep on the king sized bed. She let out a deep sigh before finally making her way out.

She just ran out of the building without really having somewhere to go in mind.

Damien's head ached seriously as his eyes parted open. He looked around him and saw that he was in one of his numerous bedrooms.

He made to stand and that was when he saw that he was stark naked on his bed. This of course, got him confused as all he could remember was how he and his friends drank to stupor at his downstairs bar last night.

"Unless maybe he had–" He decided not complete that assumption and yelled out to one of his bodyguards.

"Astrid!" His deep commanding tone boomed throughout the magnificent bedroom.

There wasn't s reply initially but after a few more attempts, the large doors of the regal room parted open as a tall suited man walked in.

He bowed respectively before Damien.

"What happened here last night" Damien blared at the suited man. The latter began to shake visibly.

"Sir, I think the girl is gone" the man stuttered nervously, fiddling with his fingers while facing the ground.

"What girl?" Damien quizzed in a lower tone now. He was apparently at loss at what Astrid was saying.

"The girl you asked us to bring last night" the bodyguard stuttered again, shivering more than ever.

Damien sighed deeply. He ran his hand through his white hair in exasperation.

"How would I have a one night stand with a girl I don't even know? Hell, I don't even know what she looks like. I'm such a fool." He scolded himself but didn't say it out loud. He didn't want to admit fault in the presence of his worker.

Just then, the large doors sprang open to reveal a short and plump middle aged woman walking in elegantly but in an extravagant manner.

"Hello son" she said as she placed her hand on her curvy waist.

Damien who had almost yelled at the intruder immediately swallowed his words when he saw that it was his mother, Monica Reeds.

"Mother, you could have at least knocked" Damien whined as he tried to cover up his nakedness from his mother.

"Oh please, I'm your mother, there is nothing of you I haven't set my eyes on" Monica replied nonchalantly. She glared at the bodyguard who still stood rooted to spot. Understanding the signal he respectfully bowed and left the room.

"What are you doing here mother?" Damien asked as he stepped into a partitioned dressing area.

"Oh, so a mother cannot come and check the well being of her son? " Monica asked sarcastically.

"Mother you and I know you would never do that" Damien replied from behind the curtains. His body outline showed that he was getting dressed.

Monica gasped and placed her hand on her chest "Ouch" she said.

Now fully dressed, Damien came out of the dressing area. "What are you doing here mother" he asked again, softly this time.

Monica released a deep sigh and adjusted her posture. "Since your father is about to die–"

"Mother!" Damien shouted with his eyes widened like saucers.

"What? " Monica asked.

"Why would you say that? "

"Oh, please. Isn't he still going to die, there is no hope of saving him now" Monica said again nonchalantly, rolling her wide eyes.

Damien knew his mother hated his father and he always wondered how and why they got married if there wasn't love between them in the first place.

"I had a sneak peek at his will" she continued and Damien rolled his own eyes.

"What are you up to mom?" He asked with a tone of suspicion evidentbin his words.

"Hold on, in his will, he wrote that if his son doesn't get married before his death, his properties wouldn't be his son's to inherit" she said and a smirk crept up her red glossy lips.

Damien was speechless for some moments. He couldn't believe this, his father would do such thing to him. How could he?

"Ho–how did you know? " Damien asked with a shaky voice. He was fighting hard in his mind not to believe a word of his mother's.

Monica shrugged "I already told you, I had a sneak peek" she replied with a gesture of two fingers.

"But that isn't what matters now" she said and Damien looked up at her. "What matters now is you getting a wife" she divulged and her son's brows furrowed.

"How do you want me to get a wife in a short period, as much as I hate to say this, I don't think dad has much time left" he confessed, looking exasperated.

"Don't worry, I already took care of that" Monica said.

Damien shot her another suspicious gaze. "Mom what did you do? "

"Nothing, I just got you a lady you'll get married to." She said with a smile. She seemed to be satisfied with herself.

"Mom, I'm not getting married to someone I don't love. I don't even know her!" Damien reprimanded vehemently.

"Look, don't you want inherit your father's properties?" She asked and Damien remained silent.

"if you do, you had better do as I say. Besides, you can always divorce when this is all over" she said convincingly.

Damien thought of all his mother had said, it all made sense, at least most of it. He could just divorce that woman when he gets the properties. She would just be a tool for him.

Yet, he felt a bit guilty about the whole idea. This whole act would make him look like desperate son who only cared about his inheritance than family.

At the end of it all, he agreed with his mother and they both drove to their mansion where they would meet his wife to be.