Accidental Affair (On Hold)

Chapter Four:

Unlocking the door to my apartment, I trudge in, Charlotte skipping in behind me. I'm so tired, I just wanna flop face first onto my bed and never wake up again, but I can't. I still have work to finish and dinner to make.

"Guestroom," I say tiredly to Charlotte.

"Thanks sis!" she calls over her shoulder as she runs down the passage and disappears into the guestroom.

I grunt in response as I follow her down the passage, flipping lights as I go along. Don't want to walk into a wall, as funny as that would be. Entering my room I drop my stuff on my desk, gently of course and head for the shower.

I strip and switch on the shower, stepping under the relaxing stream of hot water. I scrub my body thoroughly with my honey and Jasmin body wash. Odd combination, but smells so good.

After I've washed my hair and rinsed my body, I step out and wrap a big fluffy towel around me. I exit my en suite and into my beloved bedroom. I enter my tiny walk-in closet and pick out a pair of grey Cherokee sweats and an over sized t-shirt. Putting these one, I pull on a pair of fluffy socks and tie my blonde hair up in a messy bun.

Sexy right?

As much as I want to go to sleep, I still have time cook dinner and finish my work. Yay me. Note my sarcasm please.

Feeling defeated I drag myself out my room and away from my beautiful bed and down the hall way. Passing the guest room, I hear Charlotte singing to her peppy pop music.

"Dinner should be ready in a few," I yell through the door, knocking lightly to get her attention.

I hear a muffled 'okay' and I continue into the kitchen. As much as I complain and grumble, cooking has got to be one of my favourite hobbies to do. Besides photography of course. The only reason I love my job. Plus, I get to meet a few famous people here and there.

Definitely don't mind that.

Feeling in the mood for something easy and filling, I go about pulling out ingredients for spaghetti and meatballs. Fishing out a pan, I boil the kettle and place the dried spaghetti in the pot. While I whirl around the kitchen, I jam to Fall Out Boy.

I know it's sad, I'm addicted to their music.

Once the kettle has boiled I carefully pour the boiling water into the pan and allow the pasta to simmer for a while. Next I grab the packet of leftover mince and go about rolling small balls and placing them on a greased tray. I dance around the kitchen, humming lightly to Thnks Fr Th Mmrs.

I make sure to check on the cooking pasta, once I've placed the tray of meatballs in the oven to bake. I grab three plates to dish the food on and out them on the counter.

As I'm searching for the metal drainer for the pasta, I hear the front door cluck open and the clacking of heels drawing closer. I find the drainer just as Karla opens the swing door to the kitchen. I scowl are her as I wave the drainer at her.

"You left me," I say in a deadly voice, my voice soft and clear.

"Uhmm," she gulps, looking else where as she fiddles nervously with her fingers, "What's for dinner?"

"I'm making pasta," my scowl unwavering as I grab the pan of cooked pasta and carry it to the sink, "How could you leave me?"

"Hey!" she whines, like the five year old she is, "I didn't mean to."

"But you did," I say, not backing down as I carefully drain three boiling water from the soft pasta.

"I was drunk, okay?" she grumbles, taking a seat at the center island, "What do you want me to say?"

"How about a sorry for getting me drunk on a work night," I turn to her, hands on hips.

"Sorry?"

"Are you really?" I narrow my eyes, stalking towards her, "Are you sorry that I woke up in some strangers bed this morning?"

"Was he hot," Karla tries, cringing a little at my accusing tone.

"Karla!" I shout, causing her to flinch, "That is beside the point. Yes, he was hot, but that doesn't exactly matter when I can't remember anything after the first few drinks."

"Hey, at least he was hot, so it couldn't be that bad?" she cringes further, trying to placate my growing temper.

I've had a long day. Don't test me.
"Karla, I don't even know who he is," I say, listing off in my fingers, I woke up naked in a strange room, I couldn't remember anything and to top it all off, I was late for work!"

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad," she mutters, slouching in her chair in defeat.

"Yes, Karla, it's bad," I growl, "I have no idea what happened last night and what I could have done. Oh, and the best part, my boss was on my case all day. Thanks for that."

"I'm really sorry Zaylia," she says giving me her puppy dog eyes, "I really didn't mean to, I just got carried away."

I sigh, all the anger leaving me as I look at my sad friend, "I know. Just be more careful next time."

"Next time!?" Karla says, perking up in excitement.

I shake my head and smile slightly at her antics, "No Karla, no."

She pouts at me, but says nothing as I open the oven and rescue my meatballs. Not that they're burnt, they're perfect little golden balls of greasy meat. I think Karla is drooling a little as the smell wafts over to her.

"Damn girl," she groans, sniffing the air like a blood hound, "This is why I love you."

I just raise my eyebrow, but keep silent as I dish up the plates expertly. I place neat piles of spaghetti on each plate then drizzle the juices of the meatballs on top. I quickly grate some cheese, then add the meatballs to the small piles and sprinkle on the delicious cheese. The cheese melts slowly as it comes into contact with the warm meat and pasta.

Viola!

I grab the steaming bowls of food and bring them to the small dining room. Karla follows me the entire way, looking like a lost puppy as she stares hungrily at the food I carry. I place the bowls down and quickly call Charlotte, who comes bounding into the dining room at the promise of food.

After seating ourselves we all dig in, all hungry after our long days. How can something so unhealthy, taste so goooood. After stuffing ourselves full, I order the two of them to clean up, since I cooked for them.

I trudge to my room, feeling determined to complete my work by tonight, not wanting more work for tomorrow. I sit on my bed and make myself comfortable, surrounded by sheets of paperwork that need completing.

"Alright, let's do this," I say cracking my knuckles.

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