6_MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT

MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT

Kimberlee rolled to her side with a light groan.

She heard the same song he played for her last night, playing in the room on a very low volume.

So it wasn't a dream.

She slowly sat up and looked around.

Normally, a one night stand ends up with the girl alone in bed when she wakes up but when she looked back, he was sound asleep. He didn't ditch her.

She listened to the music play for a moment.

🎶 Walkin' out of time

Lookin' for a better place (lookin' for a better place)

Something's on my mind (mind)

Always in my head space

But I know some day I'll make it out of here

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear. 🎶

Kimberlee quietly climbed down the bed and looked for her bag.

“Shit!" She got a lot of voicemail from home.

🎶 Isn't it lovely, all alone?

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces, skin to bone

Hello, welcome home… 🎶

It was just few minutes to midnight.

She quickly dressed up and put her things together in her small purse but forgot her torn panties and bra.

The room was in total destruction as her hair pins scattered around the room and her hair was also left in a mess.

How did she let herself get carried away?

She turned to him after wearing her wedge sandals.

“Well, it was a nice night, Santos." She smiled and headed for the door.

She knew her dignity will flush down the drain the moment she walks out that door looking like a hoe but at this point, she really couldn't care.

Kimberlee walked out to the lounge, ignoring all the eyes and looks that flew her way.

“Miss Kimberly?" A suited man approached her.

She turned with a frown. “Yes?"

His face looked really familiar but she can't remember exactly where she saw him.

“I'm sorry but I didn't know you'd leave so early. Is Mr. Santos already gone?" He asked.

“Um, no. He is still in his suite." She replied. “What's the problem?"

“Well, I am supposed to drop you off at home in the morning after Mr. Santos must have left, I'm sorry I didn't know you'd leave so soon." He answered.

“Well, looks like he's the one left behind." She scoffed. " Don't worry, I can find my way home.”

"Please let me drop you." He pleaded. “I already received the orders."

“Fine, after you." She followed behind.

A Mercedes rolled in and he opened the door for her.

It was a thirty minutes drive and finally, she reached her hotel.

“Ma'am?" He got down again. " Here.” He held up a card.

" What's that for?” She looked at it but didn't take it.

" I'm supposed to give you this after I drop you,” He said. " A gift from Mr. Santos.”

Kim inwardly scoffed.

Did he really think she was one of the women he usually slept with?

" Tell ‘Mr. Santos’ that his dick was enough for me. Please, do rely my message.” She turned with an angry smile and walked into the lounge.

Then she remembered where she knew him from, he was the driver that compensated her when she crashed into a car.

The flight back to Manhattan the very next day was filled with thoughts but not regrets.

She wouldn't have done it any other way.

And how her wonderful kids ran into her arms in delight was just the best.

“You what!?" Zita exclaimed in shock.

“You slept with Santos?" Pamela sat beside her on the bed.

" Shh! The kids,” Kim warned.

" What happened to ‘I’m not interested’, ‘I don't have time’, ‘I don't think I'm ready’ ?” Zita mimicked her.

“Cut her some slack." Pamela said.

“She said she wasn't interested, just to go to Florida, hook-up and bang mister Santos, behind our backs!" Zita accused.

“Whoa, both of you should calm. I didn't know he'd be there. It was just coincidence and it will never happen again. I just saw a perfect opportunity to have fun, and I did!” She defended herself.

“So, how does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?" Zita waggled her eyebrows.

Kim walked to the side table to pick the glass of mango juice kept for her. “It doesn't feel like anything actually.."

“No, it's supposed to make you feel like a whore! You're supposed to feel extra stimulated now and ready for sex whenever! And want it! And have it!" Zita cut her short.

Kim and Pamela looked at each other and bursted into laughter. “Stop being crazy, Zee." They rolled their eyes.

“You ain't gonna support me in this?” She said to Pamela. " Of course, what should I expect from another virgin?! Kim just lost her virginity but still behaves like one, what was the point then?" Zita rolled her eyes but the other two only laughed some more.

“I thought you slept with Kevin?" Kim turned Pamela. The two looked at her.

" I told him I'm not ready yet." She sadly said. “He is quite mad."

“Girl, I told you to leave that boy's ass a long time ago. He obviously don't love you." Zita said. " He doesn't deserve your fine ass.”

" I don't know if I can. I'm just used to him so much." She replied.

“Well," Kim sat in-between them. “Don't take any decision until you're sure and make sure the decision is for yourself. Don't break yourself trying to make him stay. If he insists on sex and not interested in the real you, you know what to do."

“It’s not like he is not interested, he has just been waiting for a long time,” Pamela cuddled close to Kim.

“My papa used to say; if he ain't ready to be kept waiting, then it's time he starts leaving."

The three sighed in unison.

“Kim though, how was the sex?" Zita asked.

“Think of all the pleasures you can get in the world and put it in a bottle.” Kim smiled to herself. " Then multiple it by two and shake it. Now take a sip.”

" My spine just shudders from hearing that, you little innocent slut.” Zita fell back into the bed.

“It was the best thing I felt my entire life.” Kim inhaled. “I can still smell him. I can still taste him. I can still feel him inside of me.."