#107 “Last Night was Fun, Right?”
Sophia tiptoed into her apartment, careful not to disturb Evelyn, who was peacefully asleep. The dim light in the living room revealed a serene scene, and Sophia, still mulling over the perplexing events of the evening, decided not to wake her friend. Instead, she headed to the kitchen, feeling the need to unwind.
Pouring herself a generous glass of wine, Sophia tried to make sense of the evening’s chaos. The memory of Alexander leaving, seemingly inebriated, with Megan was still fresh in her mind. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was amiss.
Just as she settled into her thoughts, her phone buzzed, and Alexander’s name flashed on the screen. Intrigued and slightly anxious, she opened the message that read, “Sorry, I’ll explain later.”
The first attempt led to disappointment -a ringing phone with no response. Anxiety crept in, fueled by her overactive imagination conjuring all sorts of scenarios. Was he in trouble?
Sophia frowned at her phone. “Explain what?” she muttered to herself. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, and she couldn’t fathom what could be behind Alexander’s mysterious message. He had asked for a conversation, and then he disappeared into the night with Megan.
Unable to resist the urge to seek answers, Sophia decided to call him. She pressed the dial button, her mind racing with questions.
The first attempt led to disappointment -a ringing phone with no response. Anxiety crept in, fueled by her overactive imagination conjuring all sorts of scenarios. Was he in trouble?
Unable to contain her worry, Sophia decided to give it another shot after five agonizing minutes. This time, the call connected, and a voice on the other end finally broke the silence. But it wasn’t Alexander. It was Megan, and the sound of rushing water in the background suggested she was in the middle of a shower.
Sophia, confused and slightly annoyed, blurted out, “Hey, where’s Alexander? What’s going on?”
Megan, with an air of arrogance that matched her tone, responded nonchalantly, “Oh, he’s just taking a shower. What’s up?”
Sophia, baffled by the unexpected turn of events, raised an eyebrow. “He just texted me…Nevermind.”
Sophia decided that she wasn’t concerned with Megan right now.
“Okay, well, if you don’t have anything to say, I’ll hang up,” Megan retorts and laughs. Sophia stared at her phone for a moment after ending the call with Megan. She couldn’t help but feel frustrated and confused.
“Seriously, what’s going on?” she muttered to herself. It wasn’t like her to be so invested in someone else’s drama, but Alexander’s mysterious behavior had stirred something in her.
After a deep sigh, Sophia decided to shake off her concerns. “I’ve got better things to do than worrying about him,” she said to herself, trying to adopt a nonchalant attitude. She needed to prioritize her own peace of mind, and if Alexander wanted to play the enigma card, then so be it.
With newfound determination, Sophia headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower to wash away the lingering tension. The warm water cascaded over her, providing a brief respite from the chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind. As the water droplets danced on her skin, she couldn’t help but replay the events of the evening.
“I should’ve seen this coming,” she muttered, her frustration mounting again. But deep down, she knew that Alexander’s unpredictability wasn’t something she could have anticipated. She shook her head, trying to clear away the mental fog.
After the shower, Sophia wrapped herself in a cozy towel and padded to her bedroom. She glanced at the clock -late, as usual. Despite the exhaustion from the day’s events, sleep proved elusive. Tossing and turning in bed, she found herself staring at the ceiling, her mind still buzzing with questions.
“Why do I even care so much?” Sophia whispered to the quiet room. It wasn’t just about Alexander; it was about the unsettling feeling of not knowing. She hated being in the dark, especially when it came to people she considered close.
The night stretched on, with the rhythmic ticking of the clock as her only companion. Sleep finally claimed her, but it was a restless slumber. Dreams and fragments of thoughts about Alexander and the events of the evening intertwined, creating a tangled web of confusion.
*
The morning sun sliced through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Alexander’s bedroom. As he gradually woke up, the fog of sleep lifted, and his eyes widened with realization. He wasn’t alone in bed. Panic set in when he saw Megan lying next to him, both of them naked.
His face went from dazed to downright horrified. “Oh, no, no, no,” Alexander muttered to himself, running his hands through his hair as if trying to erase the previous night’s events.
Megan, seemingly unfazed by the situation, stirred and reached out to him with a sly grin. “Morning, handsome,” she purred, attempting to be all affectionate.
But Alexander recoiled, his expression turning from horror to stern in an instant. “No, no, no,” he repeated, pushing her away gently but firmly. ” This is not happening.”
Megan, undeterred, sat up and attempted to play it cool. “Come on, Alex, don’t be like that. Last night was fun, right?”
Alexander shot her a withering look. ” Fun? Megan, this isn’t a game. We had an agreement, and this wasn’t part of it.
In a cold tone, he continued, “I listened to your cooperation spiel, drank with you, and now I wake up like this? Seriously?”
Megan, realizing the gravity of the situation, dropped the playful act. ” Look, Alexander, I had to do what I had to do. You know how important this cooperation is. I had to make sure you’re committed.”
Alexander’s expression turned from stern to incredulous. “Committed? By getting me drunk and taking advantage? That’s your idea of commitment?”
Megan sighed, her desperation creeping into her voice. “I had to use every possible means, Alex. This is bigger than us. I needed to be sure you were on board.”
Alexander shook his head, frustration and disappointment written all over his face. “This is not how you gain someone’s trust, Megan. Now, leave.”
Megan reluctantly climbed out of bed. As she gathered her clothes, the room was thick with tension. The events of the night had left an indelible mark on the dynamics between Alexander and Megan.
“Oh come on Alexander it’s not the end of the world,” Megan says as she is getting ready.
She tried to place a kiss on Alexander’s cheek but he dodged her. That only made her laugh.
