Rich Overnight

I step out of the house to leave for work and the 'bodyguard' follows me. I sigh and turn to him,

"You don't have to do this, I'm fine on my own"

"unfortunately ma'am that wasn't the instruction I received from Ms zailah"

I groan and attempt to leave but he Obstructs me and stretches his arm out gesturing towards the car zailah had provided for me. It was a White Toyota Tacoma. I grumble and get into the backseat of the car.

'I'm only getting in cause the car looks cool. Yeah, it's only cause the car looks cool' I mumble to myself as if making a mental note. Once inside I fasten my seatbelt and just as I look up I see a sticky note on the body of the driver's seat, so I pick it up…

'Think of the car as your first official gift from your girlfriend'

'Girlfriend my foot' I mumble folding the sticky note and throwing into my purse. I'll dispose of that when I get to the office, let's not litter. The car zooms off and the whole time we're on the way it felt like we were floating, Like, I could literally take a nap.

Remember how I could take a nap? Yeah that actually did end up happening. Embarrassing I know, I swear I only closed my eyes for a minute and the next time I open them I'm at work and the bodyguard stood by my door holding it open. I step out of the car and bow slightly and turn around to leave, but then I remember something so I turn back to face him,

"I'm sorry I was so pissed off with miss zailah earlier today that I forgot to pay attention to how she addressed you "

"That's nothing to apologize for miss Alyssa"

"So, what should I address you as?"

"Its Antha, miss"

"Antha, Got it. Oh more thing, You really don't need to come pick me up after work"

"what do you mean come pick you up miss?

"Huhh"

"I'll be right here the whole time"

"What?!! Won't you get bored sitting In an empty carry in driveway all day long?"

"Don't worry about that miss, it's part of the job and I'm already accustomed to it"

I nod slowly and slightly.

"Also miss can I insert my contact information onto your phone, just in case you need me for something"

I hesitate a little but still hand him my phone knowing that refusing would be futile.

I wish paid more attention to my surroundings, if I had, I would have noticed how much of a spectacle and gossip fodder I was becoming. As soon as I walk into the hospital I notice people staring at me and whispering, I manage to catch a sentence that explains the situation to me. A nurse in a group of who wasn't hushed enough said;

" Since when did Dr. Alyssa have the money for chauffeur? Did she win the lottery or seduce some rich heir?"

"Shhhh, she's right there"

"So? How else does a person get that rich over night? I mean did you not see the car she came in?"

Other than David no one at my hospital knew I came from a wealthy family, so their reaction was justified. I sigh inwardly and head straight to my office, but as soon as I get to my office David appears out of thin and pulls me to our secret spot.

"Gurl spill. What the actual fuck is going on?"

I open my mouth to give an excuse to get him forget about it, but he cuts me.

"Don't even think about getting out of this, I want the truth."

I look up at him and sigh then grab his hand and look for a place we could both sit

"Take a sit, this I going to be a long ass conversation"

Once we're both seated take a deep breath and begin my narration, and out of the corner of my eye I notice David's jaw drop lower and his eyes get bigger with each new detail.

"And that's about it" I say finishing up my story.

A few minutes pass by in silence so I turn to look at David and ask if he wasn't going to say anything, but when I do turn around I find him just staring at me with wide bewildered eyes.

"What? You're the one who asked."

"shhhh, I'm trying to decide how hard I should hit you"

"hit me?" I say scooting away from him warily

"Yes, hit you. My bestie had so much going on in her life and I had no idea, how am I supposed to feel?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep it from you. I just thought you wouldn't believe me, I mean even I find hard to comprehend myself"

"Oh honey, If I don't believe you who else would I believe? You're my best friend, scratch that, you're my only friend"

"Gurl I would believe you if you told me this was your second life, that's how much I trust and believe in you."

"Thank you so much for saying that"

"Now make sure something like this never repeats itself, I won't be so forgiving next time"

I perk up and wrap my arm around his "Of course, shall we head in?"

As soon as I reach my desk I immerse myself in my work, the day goes by without a hitch, with the exception of the sideways glances I got everytime stepped out of my office. The day comes to an end and because of how busy I was I completely forget that I now have a personal chauffer. I step into the parking lot rummaging through my bag and a car pulls up in front of me,

" Did you loose something miss?" a voice echo's startling me from my trance. I stand there staring at him my brain still completely grasping the situation. His voice when echo's again.

"Do you need me to help you look for it?"

"__"

"Miss?"

"Oh, no its fine. I think I left what I was looking for back at the mansion" I say shaking my head slightly and making an expression like I just remembered something.

He gives me a polite smile and opens the back seat door open for me, I smile at him and step into the car. As soon as I'm seated I pull out my air pods but as I'm about to plug them in antha speaks up,

"Miss is there anywhere else you'd like to stop by before we head back?"

"No" I respond a polite smile plastered my lips. He nods and starts the car, the rest of the ride is quiet. Once at Zailah's mansion I thank Antha and head inside, my original plan being to make a beeline for my room, but the moment I step into the mansion I'm with a very sweet and strong smell so instead I head towards the kitchen instead. I wish I could smack me and tell her to just head to her room.

"Stace what's cooking?" I say barging into the kitchen, my smile however drops the moment I see the person the who's actually in the kitchen.