My Very Bad Day And All That Happened After

I had two hours before my evening lectures at the university. So, I took a cab to Baker's apartment.

Baker Fields was my boyfriend. He interned at a big law firm in the city and shared the apartment with his cousin Milo.

By this time, he was usually at work.

I had his spare key and he had a laptop I could use to type out my internship application.

Soon, I was unlocking his front door and stepping inside.

The familiar smell of the house welcomed me.

I tossed my bag on the couch and walked over to his desk.

The laptop was turned on, only it was in sleep mode.

I paused, tilting my head.

Was he here?

Thinking to surprise him, I tiptoed my way into the bedroom.

The door was slightly open.

I slipped inside, a bit of mischief bubbling inside me in spite of myself.

A soft noise reached my ears from the bathroom before a red bra caught my eyes.

I stopped mid-step.

And listened more.

The noise grew stronger, becoming noises.

Moaning.

Grunting.

And half-laughter.

The first thought that came to my mind was that Milo must have had a girl over and was now having shower sex with her.

Eww.

I turned to leave as quietly as I came.

Then a voice, unmistakably Baker's spoke breathlessly,

“Damn it, baby. You're fire.”

My eyebrows shot up.

I stood there frozen, my ears ringing with words I could never unhear.

I felt a tightness in my chest.

My breath seemed locked.

Not my Baker.

A low, husky laugh mingled with the sound of splashing water sounded cleared what was left of my doubt.

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.

Then his partner whispered,

“Say that again,” her voice, dripping with intimacy.

My jaw dropped.

I didn't know when I blurted.

“Pheebs?”

Both Baker and my best friend, Phoebe must have frozen in the bathroom because the shower suddenly stopped running and silence settled heavily in the room.

My chest caved in, as if someone had reached inside and ripped my heart out.

Something I never thought I would have to experience with Baker.

He was the perfect boyfriend, smart with the right kind of ambition.

Totally a husband material.

He was both supportive and understanding.

When I told him I wasn't going to have sex before marriage, he didn't make a big deal out of it.

For all I know, he was saving to buy me an engagement ring.

I thought the world of him because of that.

I already had names for our babies.

A girl can hope, right?

“Nala?” Baker's voice called from the bathroom, snapping

me out of my daze.

I turned so fast, I stumbled over my own foot.

Hurrying back into the living room, I grabbed my bag.

Before I could reach the door, Baker's damp hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

“Wait, Nala,” he pleaded. “Let me explain.”

I blinked back the tears stinging my eyes, inhaled deeply and turned.

My eyes swept his entire frame, from top to bottom.

He was wet and half-naked.

A towel hung loosely over his waist.

What was it with men and indecency today?

Irritated, I flicked my eyes back to his face.

“Y-You want to explain why my boyfriend was having shower sex with my best friend?” I asked in a controlled breath.

“Like if I gave you a minute right now, you'd really have an explanation for what you were doing?”

His grip tightened over my wrist.

“It just happened,” he answered. “I swear. And it'll never happen again. You know how much I love you.”

I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Let go of my hand, Baker.”

“I knew it,” Phoebe's angry voice sounded from the bedroom as she stepped out.

Wait.

Wasn't I supposed to be the angry one here?

She didn't even spare me a glance.

“I knew you would choose her,” she spat.

“After everything we've shared. You're holding on to someone who wouldn't even let you feel her up. She's a virgin who doesn't even know what to do with her own body. Yet, she got you wrapped around her little finger like a dummy.”

A dry scoff escaped me.

I blinked, my eyes darting from her to him.

My mouth hung slightly open but… I had no words.

“Don't pay attention to her, Nala,” Baker said. “It's you I love. I swear.”

“Let go of my hand,” I repeated calmly, the tremor in my hand betraying the hurt inside me.

“What about us, Nala?” Baker asked, his voice pleading.

“I am going to get a bigger bowl of ice cream,” I answered, tearing his hand off my wrist with my free hand. “And then, I'll delete you forever.”

Hot tears blurred my vision as I stepped out of the apartment, the hot afternoon air hitting me like a slap.

I reached into my pocket for my handkerchief.

It wasn’t there.

I'd left it at Suite 126B.

A sob escaped me.

First, my job.

Then, my boyfriend.

And now, my handkerchief.

Was this day cursed?

“You’re such a coward,” Phoebe's voice rang out.

“Other than a pretty face, what else does she have that I lack?” she yelled. “I can't believe you're dumping me right after you called me fire. You turn into a simp whenever you're around her.”

“You shut your mouth!” was Baker's response.

But it didn't matter what he said anymore. My heart was shattered beyond repair.

~~~~~

JORDAN'S POV

When I finally woke up, there were gaps in my memory like pages torn from a ledger.

I remember being in the elevator with a female housekeeper.

And that was it.

I checked my watch.

It had been about four hours.

Dr. Grant checked my pupils again and nodded.

“You’ll be fine.”

“Where's the lady?” I asked.

He shrugged, gathering his equipment into his briefcase.

“Probably back to work.”

Then he added,

“You know she asked an important question. One you should find an answer to immediately.”

I frowned.

“What question?”

“How was it possible to tamper with your drink right inside your suite?”

“That's not rocket science,” I responded, getting up and buttoning my shirt.

“The housekeeper is who I need to find.”

He nodded.

“Yeah, she deserves a bonus, the way she handled everything. A lot could have gone wrong pretty fast.”

A bonus was the last thing on my mind.

She had seen me helpless and I knew how the human mind worked.

A billionaire caught in a scandalous position is a major attraction for opportunistic people.

Did she take photos?

Make videos?

I needed answers.

Four hours ago, I had a persistent migraine and returned from the office for a little nap.

I began feeling strange after taking my painkillers.

But it only got worse.

My body seemed to reject rest altogether.

Gradually, the ache in my head became a secondary issue.

I wanted more than anything to get in bed with a woman.

My whole senses were hijacked by desire.

That was the moment I knew my drink had been touched.

And there was only one person close to me who would be silly enough to drug me in order to have their way with me.

Lily Summers.