A One Night Stand With Mr. Goldman

Tiara’s Pov

It’s been weeks and I’ve been different. I didn’t speak to anyone about what had just happened, I kept it bottled up inside of me and it was eating away my heart slowly.

I was so numb and no one cared

I didn’t care either.

I just finished scrubbing the toilets and now I was cleaning the mirrors. I looked at myself, the bags under my eyes were worse, I hadn’t gotten proper sleep since that incident.

A lady walked in and she took a good look at me before entering one of the stalls. I’m sure she must’ve seen how miserable I looked.

I was done with the mirrors, I worked hard and that gave me a sense of accomplishment.

I had also started a small online business, still learning, but I was moving too and I was hoping in a few months, I wouldn’t be here.

But it was my plan B.

I exited the bathroom and went straight to the tables, I was cleaning it one by one till I heard some giggles. I tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder and louder.

Curiosity got the best of me and I went into the private room.

“Daddy, so what are you giving us tonight?

Caroline was annoying but this was just plain irritating. She was spread across him as his hand was deep into her crotch. I could have puked there and then.

Not just her but also the other girls and when I took a closer look it was the guy I slept with. I don’t know but I felt like my heart had been shattered into pieces and this pain was more than the one I felt when Mike cheated on me.

They clamped around him like a magnet to a metal but Jane was more composed as she sipped on the red wine in front of her.

“We can give you a show, just drop the order

one of them sang and he couldn’t help but laugh.

He sounded different when he laughed. He sounded like a good person even though he looked evil.

“Why don’t you tell the girl watching us to come in and have a seat.”

Fuck I was busted and why is he talking as if he doesn’t know me ever since that day he has never come close to me or does he think am just like the other girls?.

I quickly withdrew and ran as fast as I could away from the entrance.

How the fuck did he see me and how come he can’t remember what happened between us?

This was not for me, I will never do something like that again. My heart calmed down. After a few minutes, a few of the girls came and surrounded me but I pretended like they weren’t there as I cleaned the last table.

“Is there a problem with you Tiara?”Caroline was sick of me and I was sick of her, “what the fuck are you doing?”She snatched my napkin away from me and threw it on the floor,

“why were you spying?”

I didn’t appreciate her actions and I picked the napkin from the floor.

“I wasn’t spying, I was checking if the space was occupied, I’m a cleaner and I’m trying to close early.”

“That’s a very big lie, he said he saw you standing there, if you need some money you should just ask, and don’t forget you have slept with him so why pretend!”

I was getting irritated by these prostitutes.

“I apologize, I need to clean that space so I can close, are you guys done with it? Whatever y’all were doing there.”I didn’t want to start a fight.

“Stop pretending when you are not different from us! Stop being so useless and get yourself a better life.” Caroline pushed me and it was like I had a brain reset.

I hate when I am pushed. It was one of the many triggers to my other personality.

I didn’t want to start a fight but after she pushed me, I grabbed her hair and threw her across the table. The other girls were shocked and I was very sure she had broken something.

“What is going on?! Tiara”I rolled my eyes to the side, I swear it felt like my boss was following me around like a haunted spirit.

“She’s trying to hurt me!”Everyone gathered to help Caroline up, and as I suspected, she had broken her ankle.

“She pushed me!”I didn’t want to be quiet anymore but my boss wasn’t having it.

“Just…leave before you regret it!”He was boiling with rage and I was forced to exit the scenario. I hid myself in the bathroom and I almost destroyed it.

I was so angry, everything that had happened, my salary cut, me sleeping with a stranger, Mike, and now this, I wanted everything to burn.

Fuck it all!

I had to calm down, I sank to my knees and pulled out my phone, my eyes glossed over all the designs I had made, I felt good about myself for some time.

“I won’t be like this for long…”I consoled myself, I couldn’t cry, there were no tears left, I spent the last of it on Mike and that rich stranger who can’t put his Libido in check.

It felt like I was in there for days but it was about a few hours, or should I say less than an hour.

I picked myself up and went back to cleaning, everyone gave me a bad eye except for Jane. She was nonjudgmental and I appreciated her for that.

I was cleaning the floors, the music blaring deep into my skull, making me dizzy, nauseous.

My cheeks puffed to restrict the vomit about to escape, “the music is too loud…”I thought to myself but after a step, I was falling.

“Tiara…you’re sick again…”I could hear her voice and I was being dragged, soon the scenario changed and I was in the bathroom stall, puking my guts out.

I came out eventually and her blue eyes pierced through my soul but I was bitter, “what do you want?”

“Are you sick again?”Jane asked me with tenderness but I didn’t want to believe any of that.

“It doesn’t matter, no one cares.”I pushed myself to the sink, I was washing my face and through the mirror, she was still staring at me, with concern, “You should go back to your friends.”

“They’re not my friends.”

“What do you want from me?”I was tired and dizzy and hurt.

“Something better for you.”

“Thanks, I can handle myself.”

Finally, it was the weekend, and throughout the week, I had morning spells and I knew it was time to see a doctor.

I waited at the office and I was expecting some good news, something that won’t send my life into oblivion.

The tapping of my feet indicated I was far from calm. Eventually, the doctor came in.

“Is everything alright?”I almost jumped on him, my eyes were filled with so much hope and he dropped the file in front of me to read.

“Miss Tiara,

you’re pregnant.”