NAOMI'S POV
The last thing I expected is waking up in Killian Black's bedroom.
The minute I opened my eyes, I was taken aback by the non-familiarity of the bedroom. This wasn't my bedroom. I don't live in a luxurious bedroom with the walls painted black. This was far from unique, this was a mansion. A luxurious Mansion.
The minute my feet touched the plush carpet, I had a feeling I knew whose bedroom this is. I scanned the bedroom, glancing at every expensive piece of furniture in the room. There was a big chandelier that glowed atop my head. The bed frame was pure white, including the sheets, the pillows, and the white couch. The drapes were also plain white, and there was also a huge full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
This room was bigger than my whole apartment. I nearly panicked when I found out I wasn't wearing my dress from last night, but a white button-down shirt. I checked myself and my lingerie was intact. It was strange to me. And the minute I stepped into the living room that was beyond luxurious, and my eyes fell on the sexy, familiar man behind his kitchen island, that was when I realized I wasn't dreaming. I was at my boss's house. I was in Killian Black's house and I was wearing his dress shirt. My tummy churned at the feeling, especially since I was also wearing his shirt and it smelled like him.
I didn't expect he was gonna flirt with me or even talk dirty to me and it was strange that I liked it. The minute his hand left my body, I craved his touch, wishing he didn't have to pull away.
And as I stepped out of his mansion dressed in the dress he bought me, I wondered why I acted salty. He did nothing wrong. He was only trying to be nice while we had a normal conversation for the first time. I didn't know why I left just like that. The dress was beyond expensive. Obviously more expensive than the monthly check I receive from Club K. Even the name tag of the dress screamed "Class". It was something I wouldn't be able to afford anytime soon.
I stare at the exterior of my boss's house, wondering where I'm gonna go from here. I don't even know where I am or where I'm supposed to go. The neighborhood is nothing like any neighborhood I've seen. I've only seen this type of neighborhood on TV. The houses are top notch and the only people who stay here are obviously billionaires, maybe celebrities.
I walk towards the main gate of Killian's property, cursing myself on how I'm supposed to leave when the gates are locked.
"Hi. Mr. Black asked me to drive you home." A voice says behind me.
I twirl around at once, coming face to face with a tall man. He's dressed formally in a suit. Strong face, and good looking too.
"This way, please." He says, turning around and walking back to Killian's million-dollar mansion.
I don't want to follow this strange man anywhere, but that will be stupid of me. Considering the fact that I don't know where I am and I don't know how to get out of here. I can get an Uber, but how am I sure Ubers are allowed in this porch neighborhood?
"Ma'am." The strange man calls my attention, clearly impatient.
I roll my eyes and follow him.
"Who exactly are you?" I call out to this strange man.
"He's my driver." A voice says at once.
I turn around and Killian is standing outside his house, with his hands in his pockets as he stares at me. His eyes rake down my body, and I know he's checking me out. He seems to do that a lot lately.
The dress he bought me was blue, almost like my dress that he got rid of. The difference is that this is expensive, obviously a $5000 dress, it's a little shorter than my dress, and it's sequin. The dress hugs my body like a second skin. It is beyond beautiful.
"Why are you asking your driver to drive me home?" I ask as I slowly approach him.
"You need a ride, don't you?" He asks.
I don't have time to respond as a black Mercedes Benz pulls to a stop in front of me. Killian's driver steps out of the vehicle and opens the backseat for me.
"Ma'am?" The driver calls for my attention.
I peel my eyes off my boss's features as I bite my lip and stare at his driver who stands next to the open backseat door.
"By the way…" Killian says. "You should take a day off today. You can start Monday. I'm pretty sure you're still hungover." Killian says, leaning casually against his door frame.
Really? He just literally reminded me I feel like shit. My mouth still tastes weird even after brushing my teeth with a new toothbrush from Killian's bathroom. And there's still this weird headache.
I stare at him and give him a small nod as I slip inside the car. His driver shuts the door and enters the driver's seat. I stare at Killian through the tinted closed window and he's no longer standing there. I sigh, looking away as I angrily pull out my phone from my purse. It's been vibrating since I woke up this morning in Killian Black's bed and it's becoming irritating. I check my phone and it's a missed call from Bianca. I sigh and ignore the call and thrust the phone back into my purse. The minute I get home, we are having a serious discussion. This isn't the first time she's ditched me when I'm drunk to go home with a man. We're discussing this and it needs to stop.
The ride is silent as I watch the beautiful, luxurious neighborhood fly past my side of the window. I never imagined I was ever gonna find myself here. One little drink and I find myself in my boss's bed. I blush, and bite my lip as I think about him undressing me and changing me into his dress shirt. He is an asshole and I least expected he'd drive me to his house last night. He could have easily ignored me in the club and pretended he didn't know me, but yet, he brought me over to his house before a random guy took advantage of my drunk state.
I wonder about the look on his face when he's changing me out of my clothes. Did he close his eyes and undress me? Of course not. Not Killian Black. He's seen different women naked before and different beautiful bodies, mine shouldn't be a big deal.
It's definitely a big deal for me. Not a lot of guys have seen my body, even if I wasn't naked. Now, I have to live with the information that Killian Black has seen me in lingerie.
I throw my head against the expensive car seat and groan.
"Ma'am. Where do you live?" The driver asks.
I look out the window and we're out of Killian's neighborhood. I gasp silently, with the familiarity of where I was earlier coming to my mind. This part of the city is for the most well-known and endowed people. People with power and wealth. George and his parents don't even live in this part of the city and they're pretty rich.
"Ma'am?" The driver calls again.
I turn my head away from the window and stare at the driver's seat, with the driver's dark green eyes staring at me from the rearview mirror.
"Sorry." I apologize for getting easily carried away and telling him my address.
"I'm Naomi, by the way. It's fucking weird hearing someone call me ma'am " I say to the driver.
He doesn't say a word, just handles the wheel with ease. I assume Killian warned him not to make any conversation with his passengers or whatnot.
"I'm being professional." He answers at last, snapping my eyes from the tinted car window.
Our eyes meet through the rearview and I nod.
"My name's Alvin, by the way. It's nice to meet you." He says.
I smile.
"Nice to meet you too."
That's the only conversation Alvin and I had, and In less than 30 minutes, Alvin is pulling up outside my apartment complex. I get down and shut the door. I thank Alvin and turn around and walk into the lobby. I see Clementine, the old lobby lady. I greet her and she smiles with so much enthusiasm. I giggle and step inside the elevator, pressing my floor button. The elevator creaks a little before ascending.
When exactly will maintenance drop by to fix this?
I tap my feet impatiently in the elevator as I watch the buttons on the panel. With a little jolt, the elevator stops on my floor and I quickly step out. God, I can't wait to get a good job and move out. The owner of this apartment was long dead even before I moved in. His oldest son inherited it and the guy doesn't give a shit about the property. He cares only about his rent and maintenance is the last thing on his mind.
I pull out my key to unlock the door. I twist the doorknob and step inside the apartment. I shut the door and take off my shoes. My apartment might be nothing like the house I woke up in this morning, but It's something I'm proud of. Bianca and I spend a lot of our savings to make our apartment look like this. It's not that fancy like some people's apartments but it's got what we wanted. Three couches, a small coffee table, and even a small plasma tv placed on the wall and a stereo set. It is comfortable.
I walk down the small foyer and to the living room.
"Oh my God, Naomi, I'm so sorry. I feel like shit for ditching you and leaving with – Holy shit! Is this dress from Tiffany's?" Bianca gapes as she stares at me with wide eyes.
"Oh my fucking God. Where did you get this?" Her hands are on my shoulders as she twirls me around.
I cross my arms over my chest with my purse in my hand as I glare at her.
"You are in trouble. You know that, don't you?" I say and politely drop her hands, sidestepping her to walk toward my bedroom. Bianca follows behind me.
"I'm really sorry. I was fucking wasted last night, and I agree, I was selfish."
"Mm." I open my bedroom door and step inside my room, leaving the door open as Bianca follows behind.
I throw my purse on my bed and groan. I'm completely exhausted and a little hungover. Thank God I drank the coffee Killian offered me before I stormed out of his house like a woman who was on her period.
"Okay, I know what you wore to the party last night in great detail. You didn't wear this. This isn't like anything you and I owned. This dress is from Tiffany's, right?"
"Bianca, I'm hungry, okay? And I need food. We're gonna talk properly once there's food in my stomach."
"Okay. I made pasta. You should change out of your clothes and come to the living room."
"Okay."
Bianca excuses herself and leaves my room as she shuts the door behind her. I sigh, walking towards my full-length mirror as I check out my reflection. What exactly am I gonna do with this dress? It's going to be rude of me if I return it to him. It's beyond wrong to even get rid of it. Plus, he went the extra mile to get me this dress, and throwing it away is so not me. I sigh and get out of the dress as I carefully fold the expensive material. I open my wardrobe and drop it at the bottom.
I pull on a grey sweatshirt down my head and black shorts. I tie my hair up in a ponytail and search my drawer for any hangover pill. I take out Advil and Tylenol as I leave my room. Bianca already sets the plate of pasta on the kitchen counter and a glass of orange juice. I smile and drop the pills on the kitchen counter and sit down in front of the plate of pasta.
"I'm still angry at you, you know that, right?"
"I know. And I'm really sorry. I wished I could prove to you how sorry I am." Bianca pouts, biting her bottom lip.
"Just put it at the back of your mind that you owe me dinner," I say.
"Deal."
"At Pop's," I say with a smirk.
"What? That's fucking expensive."
"Deal or no deal?" I ask Bianca and cross my arms across my chest.
She sighs. "Yeah. Deal."
"Good."
I roll my eyes at her and pull out a fork to eat. Bianca watches me eat and she doesn't say a word and I appreciate it. Once I'm done eating, I stand up to wash the plate. I rinse it and keep it inside the cupboard. I open the fridge and pull out a bottle of water and sit back down opposite Bianca. I throw my hangover pills inside my mouth and down them with the cold orange juice. I gulp down the orange juice in one go, placing the empty glass on the counter and licking my bottom lip.
"When did you get home?" I ask Bianca.
"Oh. Early this morning. I kind of freaked out when I thought about you and how I left you at Bart's and left with Lucky. I mean… you're a crazy drunk, and I was worried something might have happened to you. I had to call you to know where you were."
I smile.
"Yeah. I got pretty wasted, I guess."
"Where did you go? Where did you spend the night?"
"Killian Black."
"What? Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
"Nope. I woke up this morning in his bed, wearing his shirt."
"Holy shit. You went home with your boss? Killian Black! Was he huge?"
Huge? What's she talking – oh God. I scrunch my face in disgust and playfully glare at my best friend.
"You fucking slut." I chuckle. She smiles. "God, no. We didn't. We didn't have sex." I add.
"You just said you woke up in his bed wearing his shirt."
"Yeah. That's true. I guess George showed up, tried to kiss me, and Killian Black happened to stop my ex from touching me. I think I threw up all over my dress. I don't remember the rest. I only remember waking up in my boss's bed and wearing his shirt. And nope, we didn't have sex."
Bianca stares at me with an open mouth. She smirks and nods.
"Damn. You panicked, didn't you?"
"Who wouldn't?" I chuckle, thinking back to when I woke up this morning in a strange room and an overly big bed.
"Wow. That's so hot."
"What's so hot?" I squint my eyebrows at my best friend and she's smirking at me.
"You know? Waking up in Killian Black's bed and wearing his shirt." She winks at me.
"I really should hurl this bottle of water at you," I say. She chuckles.
"Come on, admit it. It was pretty hot."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I mutter, smirking and biting my bottom lip as I think about him behind my back when I couldn't reach for the box of sugar in his top cupboard.
"I barely know this guy, Bia. Also, I'm not interested in Killian Black. He's my boss and he's different from me. I am not willing to try anything with my boss. You won't believe he talked dirty to me."
"Holy shit. This is getting more interesting." Bianca giggles.
"Bianca, quit it. It was fucking weird, you know... listening to his deep, husky voice whisper dirty things into my ear as he breathed down my neck…" I hate that I'm thinking about it as I talk. "It's just… I don't want anything to do with my boss."
"But he clearly wants to fuck you."
"That's the point. I'm not an easy fuck and I don't want to be. I don't want to be that girl who had sex with her boss clearly because she wanted pleasure. I don't care if he has money, or power, I'm not interested."
"Wow. So you want a relationship, don't you?" Bianca asks, raising her eyebrows as she bites the corner of her bottom lip.
"I don't want a relationship. Not now, at least. I need a job. That's what I want."
Bianca nods.
"Wow. You know life is too short to deny your body what it wants."
"So my body wants Killian Black, huh?" I tease Bia with a smile.
"You know it's true. Your body wants him. It craves the bad boy Billionaire. And like every girl's wet dream, he wants to have you too."
"No." I shake my head. "Not gonna happen. I already told him that. That I'm not interested in him. He has to leave me alone." I say, but yet, I'm not sure I want him to leave me alone.
"Who bought you the dress?"
"He did." I answer with a shrug.
"Killian Black bought you that dress?! Oh my God!"
"Stop thinking about it. It's no big deal. He got rid of the dress I wore to Bart's last night because I puked all over myself."
"Hmm. Wow, that's pretty sweet. And fucking expensive."
"I am never wearing it again."
"And, why's that?" Bianca asks, glaring at me.
"Because he's my boss and he's Killian Black. I don't want anything to do with him."
"You're being irrational. This guy likes you."
"This guy wants to have sex with me. It's two different things." I say, cursing myself for finding him unnecessarily attractive.
A closer look at him earlier today in his house, he was really good-looking. God really took his time with Killian Black. Shaping him into a perfect, Godlike figure. His perfect gray eyes make him look mysterious. His full red lips, his honey-brown hair. He's an attractive-looking man and Bianca is right, Killian Black is every girl's wet dream, he's everything a woman wants. Even in the early hours of this morning, the man looks attractive without even trying. With his grey shirt that hugs his body and I hate that I thought about what his torso would feel like against my palm. He was sexy and it pissed me off.
Ugh! Fuck you, Killian for looking that good-looking.
I think I'm just stressed and horny that's why I acted like that when he whispered dirty things to my ear. Maybe I craved a man's touch and it's been a long time since someone touched me. My body ought to react to a foreign, but yet familiar touch. It's not my fault that at that moment I was willing to let Killian Black have his way with me and that's so unlike me. Maybe I just need to get laid, with my vibrator considering I'm single.
Yes. That's what I'm gonna do. I just have to use my vibrator and get off to cool off some steam. By Monday I should be back to normal, hating and despising my boss while working in the shadows. I'm just gonna avoid him and stay far away from him, even if he's so annoyingly sexy.
Yup, good idea. That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Waking up in his bed and wearing his shirt was a mistake and it should stay that way. A mistake that won't repeat itself.