All For One

'Where are you Omar?' Celine thought to herself. It was already 8:00am and she and Omar were supposed to practice before the contest by 10:00am that same day. She was beginning to feel nervous and impatient because she also planned to tell him yes on that day but until then, he was nowhere to be found.

***

'What... what are you doing here?' Omar stammered as he staggered backwards, he just came out of the shower and met n unexpected visitor in his hotel room. That person did not just unexpectedly show up, but was also dressed in bathrobe. It was Betty. After learning that Omar was going to spend the night at a hotel room, she secretly followed him and managed to get his room number then using her influence, she was able to talk the receptionist into giving her a spare key.

'I don't feel so good.' Omar said as he crashed onto the bed.

'I can make up for that.'

'I... I don't have any idea what you're talking about... hmm' he sighed heavily. He was not himself.

'You don't even know my name?'

'I don't really know you.'

'The name is Betty.'

'What did you do to me, Betty?' he asked, almost doubling up, a layer of thin sweat had covered his forehead and back

'Oh now you know me? I drugged your drink right before you entered the bathroom'

'But...

'Does she have anything that I don't?'

'Who doesn't...That Celine 'Omar tried to stand up and show her the way out. He grabbed her by the hand and wanted to walk her out but Betty pinned him against the door. Being, under the influence of drugs he had little strength and could not fight back. Then she pushed him against the door and kissed him probing her tongue into his mouth.

'What are you doing Betty?' Omar asked in shock

'Exactly what I know you want 'she replied and reached for his zipper. Under the influence of drugs, he removed her bathrobe and before you knew it, he was already bonking her on the dressing mirror! Not long after woke up from their power nap, the room service person brought the breakfast Betty ordered she made herself comfortable under the covers and she silently waited for Omar to return. Omar returned from the bathroom without a word and disappeared into the close.

'Omar' Betty called out following him into the closet. 'What's the matter?' she asked yet again but did not get any reply instead Omar picked up the pace and quickly wore his clothes. Betty took that as her queue and started to touch his back erotically as he was still shirtless. Omar did not say a word to her. He simply disengaged himself from her and entered the room to pick up his bag. Betty made to follow him but he ignored her all through. 'What is wrong with you, Omar...Answer me!'

'You really want to know?'...How could you stoop so low, Betty?'

'What are you talking about?'

'I know what you did.'

'You...'

'Why did you do it...? Why...'

'I was desperate! 'Betty shouted, interrupting him as she did

'You never seemed to notice me... ever'

'Do you think that is good enough reason?'

'Do not try to act all innocent, Omar. After all, I only gave you a small dose of aphrodisiac. Don't try to play the perfect boyfriend.' she was interrupted by a sudden noise coming from the TV. It was a commercial break on the talent hunt with the results. Immediately, he learnt that Celine emerged as the fourth runner up. It suddenly dawned on him that he missed the contest. 'Oh no... Celine!' he exclaimed as he hurriedly left the room, leaving an irritated Betty behind. He rushed immediately to the theatre but Celine was not there so he waited for her outside her house but she had not reached home either. He decided to wait for her outside the house and subsequently dozed off inside his car, parked somewhere in front of her house.

***

Celine was confused. She did not know what to do or where to go but she was sure of one thing- she was going to leave that night for fear of being thrown out. She dragged her box out of the house and stood there for what seemed like ages to her, thinking of what to do next. Omar stirred from his sleep and saw her as she came out of the house. She dragged her box towards her car and discovered that she had a flat tire. She proceeded to take out the spare tire but was having troubles fixing it because she was tipsy. She had a very low tolerance for alcohol and was tipsy after only a few shots she had taken on her way home. She emerged as the fourth runner up after singing solo. Omar took this as an opportunity but as soon as he stepped out of his car to help her, Jeremiah too passed in his car, noticed the trouble she was having and got down to help her. He parked his car in a way that completely interrupted Omar view and all he could see were legs. He got cold feet and he could not face her.

Celine's plan was to stay at a hotel before she decided what to do. She entered the car only to realize that she had run out of gas too. 'Crud!' she said, already beyond irritated. She noticed Jeremiahs car again coming from a distance as he slowed down and parked beside her.

'Jeremiah?' she asked in surprise.

'I was actually going back to the office; I forgot something... is there a problem?'

'I ran out of gas.'

'So what do you plan on doing?' He asked. They were now standing outside their cars and facing each other.

'I don't know. Plus, there is no gas station around here.'

'Do you want me to drive you home?'

'I'm staying at a hotel tonight'

'Okay, have you booked one yet?'

'No, not yet...' and her words became slurry.

'Celine?'

'I'm fine. Don't worry about me just go to your office?' She reacted like a child throwing tantrums. She pouted and sat on the bare ground beside her box wrapping her arms around her. It was cold outside.

'Celine are you alright?'

'I said I'm fine. Unless you are ready to spend the night here.'

'Let's just get you to a hotel for the night.'

'I'm fine! I can go there on my own' Jeremiah ignored her statement and leaned forward to carry her only to discover that she smelt like alcohol.

'Celine you smell of... are you drunk?' She did not reply instead, she murmured some inaudible words and resumed pouting. Jeremiah heaved a sigh. 'Okay. Do you want me to take you to a hotel?' he asked, not really waiting for an answer as he carried her horizontally from the ground and laid her down in the backseat of his own car. The oversized, sweater she was wearing slid off her shoulders revealing her perfect light skin. It took a great deal of self-control to prevent him from staring for too long but he had already noticed that her legs were slightly parted. At this point, he could not deny that he was interested but he was not the kind of person to take advantage of the situation. She adjusted her on the seat, but her box in the boot and drove off.