A/N:
Yes, my mission is just to convert a person or two to this pairing. If I can achieve that, all is good.
Summary: Waking up in the morning next to a stranger is never a good thing.
She was absolutely ecstatic.
She was probably not the type to be working as a business woman at first glance, but it truly was a subject that Lily enjoyed. She knew exactly where to draw the line between a hobby and a career, with her music being the former.
Lily loved marketing. It challenged her and gave her the chance to explore her more creative and analytical side. She also had the opportunity of traveling to many places and meeting new people on a constant basis. It was truly a job suited for her.
Thus, she couldn't be any happier when the call came in after two whole weeks of agonizing anticipation, offering her a position on the marketing committee of one of the big four business firms in her city. She literally jumped for joy, thankful that she had gotten along so well with the woman who had interviewed her. The job was exactly what she wanted; soon, she knew, she would be climbing up the ranks until she was at the very top.
It was certainly one of the best Fridays of her life, yes. In celebration, Lily called up a couple of her friends for an outing. No harm in hitting a club for a night of fun, right? After all, she would have all of Saturday and even Sunday, if need be, to get over any nasty hangovers.
It was a night filled with music, dancing and, of course, booze.
There were many things wrong when Lily opened her eyes the next morning.
Problem one: her head was pounding like crazy. It felt like someone was mercilessly bringing a hammer to her skull every other second. The sunlight seeping in through the window and around the dingy, beige blinds hurt her eyes. God, how much did she drink last night?
Problem two: she had no idea where she was. Well, she was in a bed. That wasn't her bed. Presumably she was in the bed of a sleazy, cheap hotel. She could hardly remember anything from the night before. With a groan, Lily turned onto her side and—
Problem three: she was sharing the bed with someone. Someone that was not one of the friends she had gone out with the night before. Someone that was a man. A man she didn't recognize.
Well, maybe nothing happened. Maybe they were just sleeping in the same bed together for some reason, with absolutely no touching. Maybe she was just jumping to conclusions and—
Problem four: she was naked.
God, how much did she drink last night?
"Oh, fuck me," she moaned in exasperation.
"I think I already did," Lily heard a voice say. Her eyes narrowed at the red pair that stared back at her, strands of silver mussed over.
"Don't sass me," she hissed, pulling at the end of the man's pillow. "Fucking pervert, you're disgusting."
Sitting upright, the man leaned against the headboard as he replied simply, "That's not what you said last night."
"Gross," she blanched, her face contorting to express such distaste.
"That's not what you said last—"
"You're horrible!"
"That's not what you said—"
"Ugh, stop!"
"That's not what you—"
"Shut up!" she exclaimed, effectively tugging away the pillow from underneath the man and whacking him in the face with it. If that did not wipe that annoyingly amused smirk off of his face, she had no idea what would. Retracting her arms, she was met with a scowl. Lily wasn't quite sure how much better that was. At least he didn't react much beyond that, though. She continued, clearly agitated, "God, this is the worst!"
"Stop acting like you're the victim," the man grumbled, interrupting her predictable upcoming tirade of complaints, as his hands absentmindedly groped around for something on the bedside. A moment later he had a cigarette to his lips and a lighter in hand.
"It's not like I asked for this either," he pointed out, lighting the stick.
"Oh yeah? You sure act like you did," she spat, rolling her eyes.
"Shit, can you keep your voice down?" He grimaced, blowing a puff of smoke. She scrunched her nose in disgust. He muttered, "God, that is annoying and definitely not helping my headache."
He looked like absolute hell, she noted; baggy eyes and disheveled hair. But even if he was super model gorgeous, Lily was certain that he'd still look like hell to her, all things considered. But her appearance was probably similar to his too.
She sneered, voice raising, "No, fuck you."
This time it was his turn to roll his eyes.
But his statement also brought her attention back to her own killer headache. It had temporarily slipped her mind when he had come into her view, flooding her with anger. Now she could only say that the pain was back and so much worse, since it was such a nightmare dealing with this man.
"You know what? I am so done with this," Lily informed the stranger. She rolled out of the small bed, holding onto the blanket to cover her body. She didn't dare look behind; no, she definitely didn't want to see his bare body. "I don't need this, unlike you. Dammit, this really is the worst. Just got the offer and everything and then this! This! This was not what I wanted at all!"
She quickly picked up her underwear from the ground and slipped the articles of clothing on as fast as possible, the blanket held close so not to expose anything.
"I'm just going to pretend this never happened. Yeah, that's right; nothing happened here. You better have paid for all of this last night. If not, you're paying for it now," she ordered, throwing the sheet back onto him. Grabbing the remaining pieces of clothing and her purse from off the ground, she glared at her company. Lily jeered, "Don't call me, I'll call you."
She swiftly exited the room before he could retort. Thankfully, the hallway was empty. There, she redressed herself. Now fully clothed, Lily opened her purse to make sure her cellphone and wallet were still there. After verifying the contents of her bag, she left the establishment.
Well, at least that was over with. Now she just had to wipe it completely from her memory and do her best to cure her hangover. Hopefully her friends, wherever they were, wouldn't question her about the night. Lily knew, at least, that she wouldn't be asking them for details about what had transpired in order to lead up to. . . that.
Come Monday, though, she could just forget about it all.
Lily couldn't believe how wrong she was when she showed up to work the following Monday.
It was at that moment that she swore off alcohol for good, simultaneously wondering why God and the world hated her so much, when she discovered that he was her boss.
A/N:
Because they totally would have a one night stand.
Something short, nothing really special. And I know it's totally continuable, but I don't really have plans to do so, at least not at the moment. But we'll see, since I guess this is kinda pointless otherwise (besides me just making Lily's life suck; I hope this won't be a pattern).
