The Greatest of all Time-Novel

After buying Camilla a drink, Zachary was surprised to find out she was fun and easy-going. That wasn't typical of other gorgeous girls he had ever met. She was very proactive throughout the evening and dictated the entire flow of conversation. Her personality was charming. She kept initiating discussions about different topics and kept the atmosphere lively.

They talked about almost everything, including sports, endorsement deals, the business world, and life in general. They occasionally whispered sweet nothings to each other while enjoying the catchy music blaring on the speakers. Time flew as they spiraled deeper into their own world and kept the conversation flowing like water. A while later, they headed to the dance floor and got wild – their bodies swaying in sync with the beats of the viral hits the DJ was playing.

It was a refreshing experience for Zachary. He simply enjoyed himself and forgot about his hectic daily life. But, the very idea of diverting himself from his career also scared him. He was momentarily struck with the fear that he would fall back into old habits of his previous life if he got too used to having fun. But a while later, he reckoned that enjoying himself for a single night wouldn't hurt his progress as an athlete by a great deal. So, for the first time in a long while, he totally let loose and surrendered himself to the ecstasy of the Trondheim nightlife in the company of a beautiful lady.

When it was close to clocking 3:00 AM, Camilla hinted she was tired and wanted to leave. Zachary immediately offered to escort her out of the bar. He, too, was feeling exhausted after the long day and hoped to head back home and rest for the night.

But circumstances spiraled out of his control right after they stepped out of the pub. Camilla became even more straightforward in her advances. He quickly discovered he didn't have the willpower to resist the allure of a dazzling, charming beauty throwing herself at him.

Since he was but a normal man, he, of course, slipped. Very soon, he was at the mercy of her whims.

One thing led to another, and soon, the two of them were making love on the king-sized bed in Zachary's apartment. It was an intense session with very few words exchanged between them. But Zachary enjoyed it nonetheless. He immersed himself in the intimacy and only ended up getting to sleep close to 4:45 in the morning.

**** ****

"Dingdingdingdingding! Dingding!"

"Bzzt Bzzzt! Bzzt Bzzzt!"

A chaotic blend of the persistent ringing of the doorbell, intermingled with vibration from his phone, roused Zachary from deep slumber a few hours later.

He awoke suddenly, every thought in high definition. His eyes took in every ray of light from the morning sun. Without a doubt, he knew he'd slept a lot longer than he'd initially intended. His ears could already pick up the bustling noises of the city's inhabitants getting on with their day outside. The clamor beyond the walls of his apartment was already in full swing, traffic seemingly heavy on the roads.

He propped himself up using his elbow and cast his eyes upon the lean and alluring figure lying beside him, covered only by a white silk bed sheet. For a moment, the scenes from the previous night replayed through his mind as he admired the well-proportioned outline that could easily tempt the most steadfast of men. He couldn't help but smile. He had really enjoyed Camilla's company.

"Dingdingdingdingding! Dingding!"

But the next moment, the doorbell began ringing once more, breaking him out of his reverie.

"Who is that ringing the doorbell so persistently so early in the morning?" He heard Camilla ask from beside him, her words colored by her delightful exotic accent. "Are you expecting company this early?" She stretched and shifted like a lazy cat beside him. In the process, the bedsheet covering her slipped slightly to the side — and a shy fraction of the alluring figure beneath came into full view under the morning light in the room.

Zachary felt his heart starting to race, his imagination running wild, as he took in the morning optical nutrition. His body started reacting as it should. He even forgot to respond to Camilla's question as more scenes from the previous night began flooding his thought process.

"Should we just ignore the doorbell and continue where we left off last night?" Camilla probed, batting her eyelashes after noticing his gaze. "Whoever's at the door will surely go away after a few minutes. So, we don't have to mind them."

"No, we can't do that," Zachary responded, shaking his head and forcing his eyes away from Camilla's captivating frame. He'd just recalled that he was supposed to be traveling to Bergen with Kristin to visit her granddad. So, most likely, rather than not, it was Kristin that had been ringing the bell repeatedly. So, he couldn't just keep on ignoring it.

"Bzzt Bzzzt! Bzzt Bzzzt!"

That time around, it was his phone that began vibrating once again. He acted immediately by jumping out of bed and wrapping a towel around his waist. He immediately started searching for it. He checked every pocket of the clothes he'd thrown haphazardly across the floor the previous night in the throes of passion. A few seconds later, he managed to find it in one of the pockets of his leather jacket. After glancing at the screen, he couldn't help but smile wryly and shake his head when he confirmed that it was indeed Kristin calling.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said, glancing over at Camilla. "I need to take this right now."

"The caller seems really persistent," Camilla said, giving him an arch look. "Could that be your girlfriend calling?"

"Of course not," Zachary replied matter-of-factly. "If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn't be here with you. It's just a friend that I had an appointment with this morning. So, I have to take the call." He added before walking out of the room and leaving Camilla to her own devices. He firmly closed the door behind him before pressing the accept button.