I Was Mistaken For Novels & Stories

The poor girl was exhausted and half-asleep, it was no wonder she was saying stuff without a filter. Quickly, I turned back around towards Aleric to see him looking at me with a raised brow, an amused expression across his face. “I, uh… yeah, turns out I was mistaken,” I said with a guilty look. “I got him confused with somebody else. Someone I used to know a long time ago.” Aleric laughed softly at that and shot me a knowing glance, realising what I was actually insinuating. But I really had meant what I said.

She lifted a copy of today’s newspaper and showed me the headline on the front cover. And there was my dream come true. One of my articles had made the top news of the day. With my name in blaring, black letters under it. It had to be the worst moment of my life. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Mr. Goode blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?” I spun toward Carmen. “How could you—I mean, didn’t you even realize I’d sent that to you in error.” “You did?” “Of course, I did! It was full of typos and grammatical errors and—”

"I asked staring hard at him " what are you talking about? " he asked as if he didn't know what I was talking about " you just called me butterfly as......... " " uhhhm sorry you misunderstood me, I didn't call you butterfly I was just like *my pleasure * then I saw a butterfly landing on your head and I was like *butterfly*? So what I meant was *my pleasure. Butterfly? " * He explained and I really got embarrassed, ohhhh my, what's wrong with me today, I just accused someone wrongly

"There must be an error. They messed up the month, this is August not July." Olivia looks at Tracy question, not believing her friend, she collects the paper and stares at it Uncomprehendingly, she fiercely blinks and wonders if it was a mistake or something is been hidden from her, she says her name clearly written on the top and even she has failed to notice the error. Maybe it was a mistake. "It must be a mistake and good thing that the time for my appointment is around the corner, why don't we go for your health first while I request for the original slip of my test."

But at the last moment, I managed to deceive him, luckily. My mind raced, reeling from what had just happened. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be him. I gasped for air, running a shaky hand through my hair, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. “Did we… Did we mistake Adrian for our mate? Because that was likely the case.” I whispered, the disbelief quite evident in my tone.

I shouted out through the door and explained, "You've got the wrong person! I'm no side chick!" I thought that things would be alright once I cleared up the situation. Surely, they'd let me out once they knew that they'd gotten the wrong person! But I heard a woman's voice say angrily, "You shameless woman! You homewreckers are always kept in the dark! No man would ever publicly admit that you're his side chick! If Bree hadn't been smart enough to send someone to shadow you, we'd never have found you in such a short time!"

What if she had somehow caught on and knew that I was not who I had claimed to be? I hissed, almost punching the mirror before me, before I gritted my teeth. My jaw clenched, but later loosened up, making me sigh and ruffle my hair. Last night I was so stressed out and could not sleep early until midnight. I kept on blaming myself for the huge mistake I had made. If I had known that I would effortlessly become an assistant to a higher up, I would have disguised myself. I actually decided not to disguise myself like I used to when I went to Hustana, because I thought I was going to be an insignificant employee in the company.

I was usually heartless, but something about Ivan’s coma changed me in ways I couldn’t explain. His eyeball crossed to the other end in confusion. “What did you do?” He asked with accusatory eyes. I chuckled, shrugging my arms in response. He knew me more than I realized. A word was what it took him to know I messed up. “A mistake,” I muttered, clicking my tongue. “I made a horrible mistake, Tesoro,” I repeated, exhaling deeply. I was a flawed human just like every other person in the world or maybe more flawed than the average person.

But what if it wasn’t just confidence? What if the man I’d been sleeping with, the one who made me feel safe, who looked at me like I actually mattered, wasn’t who he said he was? What if Alexander wasn’t a stripper at all? What if I mistook him for one?

I was taken aback by her actions. “Little girl, you are mistaken. I'm not your Mama. But I can help you to find your Mama.” I tried to pull her away from me but she wasn't letting go of my legs. I was helpless. I didn't know how to make her believe that I wasn't her Mama. She mistook me for her Mama.