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It had been the most boring first week.
Don had not done anything other than work, and guess what, as his secretary I have to work too which makes it even more boring.
Thankfully, the hotel room we're both staying in has two separate rooms but we have to share a parlor (even though he's barely ever there).
The only thing I've enjoyed in this stupid honeymoon is the great view from outside and the free access to any food of my choice.
He still hadn't talked about the kiss so I assumed he was probably not going to say a thing about it.
Maybe we were just supposed to act like nothing happened.
“Guess what he was doing when I left that boring hotel room.”
“Working?” Hane chuckled because she was well aware that was the answer
My forehead creased in annoyance. “Yes and that is so frustrating.”
I folded my legs together on the bed, placing a pillow on it where my elbows rested, finger intertwined.
“Why is it so frustrating?” Hane had a teasing smile from where she sat opposite me on the bed.
This entire week, I'd been going to her in an effort to reduce the boredom Don was giving me.
That was working a little.
“Why won't it be? Why would one bring another person to a new country just to overwork them?” I scoffed.
Her smile widened, “what else did you expect to happen on your honeymoon?”
Her wink earned a dramatic gasp from me.
“You've got a dirty mind you this girl.” I threw the pillow at her, causing a giggle to escape her.
“I came here thinking you'll help me overcome this annoying boredom but here you are, saying shit.”
I reached for my phone from beside me on the bed, deciding to check on my i********: account.
“Okay okay, I'm sorry," She said in between laughter, only causing me to roll my eyes.
A lot of people were waiting for me to post a photo with Don.
I might have done so if the stupid Don even cared about my presence.
“Maybe we should go have a drink or something, it might help cool your brain.”
A smile appeared on my lips at her suggestion.
The phone was lowered so I could stare at her.
“Now you're making good suggestions, let me go change to something more... you know club-like then I'll come join you.”
I jumped out the bed, scampering out of her room, before heading to the elevator, whose button I pushed, moving once the doors separated, before pressing my room floor and watching as the doors closed.
The elevator dinged a few moments later and the doors separated, so my feet led me out of it to the room ‘8G’ where I inserted my card into the hole.
The door opened, which I closed once inside.
Don was not in the parlor, obviously in his room, not that I expected him to be out of that very frustrating room.
I just went to my room, changed into a red gown that laid a few inches below my butt and showed a slightly indecent amount of my cleavage.
It had a V-cut on both sides, revealing my smooth skin.
In front of the huge mirror at the side of the room, I applied a little amount of makeup before packing my hair in a nice ponytail.
This was how life should be. Partying and all, not stuck with my boss.
Satisfied with my look, I got out of the room, thinking I should just leave.
But then the nice and polite part of me thought it wouldn't be nice to leave without informing Don about my whereabouts.
So I decided I'd just head to his room real quick and let him know.
Which was exactly what I did, giving the door a gentle knock.
“Come in.” Of course, that stern tone just had to be what he'd use.
I opened the door, not bothering to shut it when I was inside.
He was sitting on the desk he had in his room. I had no idea why he had one.
His room was even bigger than mine and the view was perfect, the bed was a very beautiful king sized bed.
He scanned me from head to toe, irritation evident in his expression.
After an eye roll, I ambled in.
“Can I use your car to go to a fancy club? I've never been to one before and if I recall clearly, you said yesterday that I can go as a V.I.P to any club I want to.”
His irritated expression didn't waver, which only worsened when he eyed my dressing again.
“What? I'm just going to a club," my brows furrowed, then I added, "I can change if you don't mind my dressing," since he didn't look pleased with how I dressed.
“I never said that," he returned his gaze to whatever he was doing on his laptop, "you can go.”
I quickly left his room before he changed his mind.
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-Don Jones-
I was finally done with my work for the day, checking the time on the wall clock which read 9 p.m.
I wasn't sure if Eri was back from the club, but if she wasn't it was getting late and I wasn't comfortable with her coming this late.
Rising up from the chair, I left my room to the parlor.
It was obvious from the silence that she wasn't in her room.
Why hadn't she come home yet?
Gosh, I didn't even have any idea which driver she took so I'd call him.
Her lateness was driving me crazy.
Just then, the door swung open, relieving a flood of relief through me when she staggered in, looking extremely wasted.
Was she drunk? That was a dumb question because the way her hair laid roughly all over with her colored face proved that.
I hurried to catch her before she could fall from her staggering.
She stared at me and my goodness, she reeked of alcohol. That was frustrating.
“You,” she started, her feet unable to stabilize, “why are you so mean? Why must you work everyday and every time?”
Effortlessly, I moved her to the couch, throwing her on it.
“Why would you get drunk?” My tone expressed the irritation I felt, not that I expected her to give me an answer.
“Don't you know how frustrating it is?” There was hurt in her tone when she spoke.
“First of all I started working as your secretary, then you offered me $3000000 to get married to you for two years.”
I had to wonder why she was suddenly listing it.
“Then we're married and you suddenly kiss me.”
Those words had come as an unexpected surprise, that my heart raced, not like she was in the right mind to notice.
“And you act like nothing happened and then take me on some honeymoon just to work and overwork me.”
The kiss.
Why did she have to bring it up? It had taken over my thoughts ever since it happened.
I didn't plan on kissing her, but at that moment, with the intimacy between us, I just couldn't resist it.
Gosh this is annoying.
I called for some female workers to give her a shower, change her clothes and put her to bed.
Because at that point, she might just say stuff she'll regret later.
- Writer
