Hesitantly, I stepped towards him while he switched his gaze between me and his drink glass. I could figure out the reason for him being in my room, so I took a deep breath, preparing myself.
As I stood in front of him, he put the drink glass aside and looked at me, gleaming multiple emotions through his eyes.
Holding my dress, I tried to take it off, but he wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me into his lap, halting my movements. His alcoholic breath hit my face as he said, "Such a good girl who doesn't even ask what I want but gives me what I need."
His hand held the nape of my neck, pulling me closer. "Why don't you be such a good girl always? Why do you bring up unnecessary topics and do unnecessary things?"
It seemed he was still thinking about my request to take up a job. There was nothing I could say, so I kept quiet.
"I am asking you." He gritted his teeth, at the same time glaring at me. "Haven't you learned yet that you should always answer my questions?"
Probably because I spent more time with him, I could finally look him in the eye and answer anything even though I knew he'd crush me with one step.
"I learned to answer your questions, but I don't know what to answer."
A hint of irritation displayed in his eyes, but it quickly faded. In his raspy tone, he ordered, "Pour me the drink."
When I tried to stand, he gripped me tightly, holding me in place. The grip of possession said he didn't want to let me go. He wanted me to not slip from his clutches of dominance.
Extending my hand, I took the whiskey glass that was on the table, but the alcohol bottle was out of my reach. I said, "I need to stand. I can't reach the bottle."
"We have enough drink." He looked at the alcohol that was left in the glass.
He brought my hand towards his lips and drank it without avoiding his gaze on me.
"Drink with me, babygirl." He ordered.
Blamed my hormones as I found him and his order sexy. I brought the glass near my lips to take a sip of it. Forgetting all other things, we both drank from the same glass that mixed up with our own flavors, which we both enjoyed. We didn't stop with one glass. We continued drinking until we finished the bottle.
Drowsiness started to consume me, however, my body felt the reactions multiple more times than usual whenever his fingers grazed me.
He slowly pushed me to the bed while keeping the glass away from us. He brought his face so close to me that the air surrounding me reeked of alcohol. Gently, he landed his lips on me, which almost felt like a kiss of love. Even though I hated to agree, I enjoyed the kiss as much as he enjoyed it. I parted my lips, giving him the access, and I didn't mind kissing him back. Our tongues fought for dominance, but he was the one who had it all in control.
Not just my body, but the entire surroundings felt hot, which made me start to sweat and crave air. He blew onto my face, which made me let out a small smile. My eyelids drooped, and before I lost myself into a deep slumber, I saw him smiling. It might be because of my alcoholic state and foggy mind, but I saw him genuinely smiling at me.
The next day I woke up with a bad headache. The flashes of last night's events hit my head, and I quickly checked my clothes. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized nothing happened last night.
The notification sound of my cell phone echoed in the room, which made me flinch. I reduced the volume a little before opening the message.
"Get ready. We're going out for lunch." - Mr. Wolfe
Only when I noticed the time did I realize I woke up so late. It was already eleven thirty.
"Okay."
It was not new for me to go out with him. He took me out many times whenever he needed an escort for anything. As I looked at his display picture, last night's memories flooded my head. Out of everything, the vague memory of him smiling at me freaked me out. I drank so much that I started to imagine things.
To flush away the unnecessary thoughts, I took my shower. As I started to get ready, the phone call from an unknown number interrupted me.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Yung! This is David from EatNdLove. I hope you received the mail."
I was flabbergasted. "Yeah. Hi!"
"I just wanted to confirm if you didn't come because you are not interested in the offer or you didn't get the time to check your mail."
"Um… it's…" I bit my lower lip, framing the correct words. "I saw the mail, and thank you so much for the opportunity." I swallowed hard, controlling my emotions, as I said, "It's just that I am not in the position to take up the job. I really want to and would love to work for you, but I can't do it now. Thank you again for contacting me."
As soon as I ended the call, Mr. Wolfe entered in his dazzling suit, looking charming as always. He checked his watch after he looked at my messy hair.
"I'll be ready in ten minutes." I quickly said and turned around to take the straightener, but his words halted my movements.
"Is it because you were so busy discussing about a job with someone that you didn't get ready on time? Such a busy woman!"
I was already frustrated that I couldn't take up the job, and his mockery only increased my anger. I replied, "It's because I was busy telling him that I couldn't take up the offer despite how much I want it."
The calm and the silence fell. He clenched his jaw as he said, "But you'd very much love to work for that person."
"That's because I really love to work for him. It's just that I can't work considering our contract. That's it."
Grabbing my forearm, he pulled me to him, looking at me seriously. The great Keiran Wolfe couldn't even face the facts.
"Why do you so fucking love to work for others when I am taking care of each and every need of yours?"
"Because my future is uncertain." A strong wave of sadness hit my chest, making my eyes teary. "I don't have a stable income, a job, or at least a degree. Since I got no bills to pay now, I thought of saving up some money by working at the restaurant and spending it later to get my degree."
"You don't need any of those." He gritted. "Stop fucking bothering about everything. I will take care of you."
His words probably meant nothing. They were spilled out of anger, but something strange erupted in my stomach. How could he so carelessly say he'd take care of me? He didn't even know the weight of his words.
"Mr. Wolfe! Thanks for your words, but our contract won't last forever. You can't take care of me forever…"
He gripped my face, stopping me from saying anything more. Looking into my eyes, he said, pressing every word, "I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU. PERIOD."
Even though the expression on his face remained the same, he slowly loosened his grip. He took a step back, disappointed, and looked at me as if I was the reason for everything that happened. He took off his blazer and threw it to the floor angrily before walking away.