Home With You (BWWM) ✔

~One~

***picture of Kassandra- Normani Koredi Hamilton***

September 15

I rolled on to my side and tried to get back to sleep I was too scared that when I finally woke up it really would be Monday.

I tried to get a few more minutes of sleep since my alarm hadn't gone off yet.

I stretched my arm out and hit something. Then I heard a groan. I think I hit someone. Who was in my bed?

My eyes shot open. This wasn't my room.

I slowly turned to look to my right and saw a boy. He had dark brown hair and tan skin and he was shirtless. That's when I realized that I was naked.

I slowly reached across to his bedside table and found my phone, it read 10:40. I woke up an hour late to my first day of work, maybe if I hurried I could still make it.

I immediately jumped out of bed and found my bra, I tiptoed to the corner of the room digging through shirts and take out containers and slipped into my dress from the night before. I looked around, under the the bed, on the floor, careful not to wake the stranger.

"Looking for this?" His deep raspy voice spoke. I looked up to see he was twirling my panties around his finger.

"Uh.. yeah. Thanks" I said awkwardly as I reached over to grab them. He pulled them back before I could.

"A good morning would be nice... Where are you sneaking off to?" he asked as he ran his hand through his messy hair.

"I'm really late, its my first day"

"Oh... that sucks, maybe you shouldn't have gotten drunk and snuck into a strangers bed on the night before" he smirked. His teeth were perfectly straight and white, his five o-clock shadow framed his face and defined his jaw line.

He got out of bed, and revealed he was fully naked.

"You don't have to look away, it's nothing you haven't seen before" he smirked before putting on boxers. He walked past me into another room.

"Where are you going... I need my stuff!" I shouted after him.

"Join me for coffee first" he said from another room.

"I told you, I'm late. What are you keeping it for anyway?" I asked trying to calm my frustration

"I have a collection."

Ew, who kept a collection of panties from their one night stands? He came out from the other room and handed me a bagel. No cream cheese, no jam.

"It was a joke sweetheart." he said "So how about that coffee?"

"I'm late" I said as I ate the bagel quickly.

"That's too bad. Shut the door on your way out then" he shrugged as he walled back to his bed.

"Are you kidding me?" I shouted my anger beginning to peak.

But he didn't reply.

I gathered the rest of my things and quickly put my afro into a puff, I wiped the smudged lipstick off my face and left, not shutting the door on the way out. What a jerk, who keeps a memoir of their one night stands?

I ran down to the busy streets of Toronto, he lived in down town. Traffic must've been a pain here. I rushed to a taxi and jumped inside, escaping from the chilled Autumn air.

"Why the rush?" The cab driver asked after I told him my address

"I'm late for work." I huffed as I struggled to put on my boots, trying not to lift my leg too high and flash the driver.

"The traffic is going to take a while in this part of the city." He said looking at me through the front view mirror.

Soon enough he dropped me off at home a few minutes later and in record speed I got in uniform and hopped in another cab arriving only twenty minutes late for my first shift.

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"You're late" My manager said folding her arms she was a short grumpy old woman. She looked to be about thirty but had wrinkles and grey hairs like crazy.

"sorry, I had a rough night" I apologized

"Here, we don't do late. You're on time or you're fired, got it?" she demanded not waiting for a reply before she pointed me into the dining room to start my first shift.

The loud and busy brunch service didn't make matters better. It only made my hangover a million times worse.

"Kassandra, where the hell were you I called you a thousand times" Amy whisper-shouted.

"I'm so sorry my phone died"

"You look dead" she said as she fixed my apron.

"I'll take that as a compliment"

"Whatever" she said as she tied her red hair in a ponytail. "Just try to make a good first impression"

"I'll try" I sighed.

She patted my back before walking away.

Nothing good ever happens on Mondays, I was late, I had a hangover and had my favourite pair of red laced panties stolen.

If I ever saw that guy again he had better return my panties or we would have a problem. But if I couldn't remember his name, I'd probably never see him again.

But I learnt one thing that I told myself over and over: Kassandra doesn't do one night stands.
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CREDITS
This story is an expression of my imagination and should not be copied or plagiarised in any way, shape or form. All credits to Wevad3. Any connections to this book and real life are purely coincidental. I do NOT own any of the images or videos/songs featured in this book, including the cover. All images found on Google. All videos found on YouTube.
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