C1 Sundays are for fun, Mondays are for regrets
Kayla’s POV
"Ugghhh" I groaned as I swung my legs off the bed, feeling like I had a replica marching
band playing a symphony inside my head. My poor throbbing skull was the stage, and I
was the unwilling audience. I went clubbing yesterday, and I had a wild time. It was an
absolute blast, even though now it seems the ghosts of fun are haunting me with this
killer hangover. Well, memories come with a price, and mine seems to be exacting its
revenge today.
I staggered into my kitchen, craving a glass of water to quench my parched throat. I
needed to get ready for work since the calendar says it was Monday.
I wondered who made these calendars. Fucckk I hate Mondays.
As I stood there, my stomach growled, reminding me to take responsibility for
neglecting it all through last night. Usually, Stephanie would have helped me prepare a
meal but the little Satyress had taken off with a stranger to wherever to get slutted out,
leaving me to fend for myself.
As much as I despised drugs, I knew I had to put an end to the relentless band playing in
my head. I quickly grabbed a painkiller and popped it. After several failed attempts at
tossing it into my mouth and swallowing, I finally succeeded. Without delay, I prepared
a satisfying breakfast of scrambled eggs, accompanied by a bagel generously filled with
crispy bacon.
Once I had finished my meal, I decided to indulge in my preferred form of relaxation—
a steamy shower. I swiftly shed my clothing, embracing the liberating feeling of being
completely bare, as I readied myself for a rejuvenating and satisfying hot water
immersion.
As the water cascaded over my skin, I savored the sensation that made me feel fully alive.
With no time to waste, I lathered up my body wash and reached for my soft bath
sponge, ensuring a gentle scrub. My skin was a precious asset, especially considering the
fact that I own Ethereal Glow— I would need authentic evidence to convince these
customers so I handled it with utmost care. After rinsing off, I swiftly towel-dried
myself before making my way back to the comfort of my room.
Inside my wardrobe, I evaded extravagant outfits in favor of the simplest and most
comfortable attire. Dressing to impress was the last thing I wanted, particularly on a
Monday when stress always seemed to loom. Why subject myself to additional
discomfort when the day itself was already burdensome enough?
I chose a sleek black gown with a short round neckline, accentuating my cleavage.
Taking a seat in front of my dressing mirror, I prepared to apply my makeup. As I
tucked my hair behind my ear, my gaze caught the reddish marks on my skin. Damn. A
hickey. I thought with a mix of amusement and mischief, remembering the naughty way
I acquired it.
Flashback
“Come here.” He said breathlessly pulling me towards the bed with an urgent desire in
his eyes. As we drew closer, I could hear the thumping of his heart clearly, mirroring the
anticipation within me. Gently, he kissed me, his right hand tracing a tender path up
and down my thighs.
“Fuck. Your skin is so smooth. Fucck. I love it.”
He cussed with pleasure. It was a sexy thing to hear. My heart leaped with joy
immediately after I heard it. Compliments about my skin turn me on. The intensity of
our kisses became rapid, as if time itself was racing forward.
The kissing became so intense so much that it felt like it was being fast-forwarded. Our
bodies began to speak loudly in different languages only we could comprehend. In his
haste to remove my strapped, red silky dress, he unintentionally tore it.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” He said awkwardly, locking his gaze with mine. Like someone being
controlled, I pushed him off me, pulling my dress. Without hesitation, I pounced back
on him and started kissing him passionately.
He shifted my position, tilting me over, as he positioned himself on top of me, his touch
gentle, tracing along the curves of my body. He smooched my breasts gently, handling
them like an egg— just how I like to be handled. With his lips on mine, he traced his
right hand down my body, reaching out for the cookie.
“Omg, Kayla. Get ready for work!” I exclaimed, realizing I’d been out for a while.
Brian, George, or whatever alias he had, didn’t come to play. He handled me with
intensity, leaving a distinct mark. I couldn’t help but bit my lip as I remembered the
scenes. He had me screaming his name, pleading for mercy in a mix of pleasure and
surrender.
My phone chimed, alerting me to a new text from my best friend. I couldn't help but
chuckle as I read her message, questioning whether the alcohol had successfully taken
me out last night. Really? I don’t recommend best friends. It seemed like her wild
adventures must have temporarily subsided, allowing her to remember my existence
once again.
I gathered my files, slipped into my comfortable red Loui Vuitton flat sandals, and
made my way toward my car. Being aware that I was running behind schedule, I knew I
had to reach the office within the next hour.
After a quiet short journey to my office, I finally arrived. As I stepped inside, a wave of
recognition washed over me. The familiar customers and even those I hadn't met
before, along with my employees, all acknowledged my arrival with warm smiles and
greetings.
"Beautiful Monday, isn’t it? Good morning, ma'am," my assistant greeted me, her voice
brimming with enthusiasm. She swiftly gathered my files and walked alongside me.
"Ah, yes. What a truly magnificent and delightful Monday we have here, Olivia" I
replied, oozing sarcasm in my tone.
She let out an amused snort and strode past me, entering my office ahead of me to
arrange my desk.
She motioned towards my desk, directing my attention to the file that held the records
and details of the challenges we were currently facing.
“Is it a major problem?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow and awaiting her response
with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"I don't think so, ma'am. I will... I will be at my desk if you need me," she said, her voice
trembling slightly, revealing a hint of fear. With that, she hurriedly turned and made her
way toward her office.
I settled down, ready to start my day in the office. Midway through reviewing the files,
my attention was abruptly diverted by the persistent ring of my phone. Glancing at the
screen, I realized it was Stephanie, again. She had called to tell me that she won’t drop by
my office to see me because she was exhausted and needed some rest. As we ended the
call, I refocused on the file in front of me, swiftly scanning its contents. Suddenly, my
eyes widened at the realization of what was before me.
“Olivia!” I screamed
