Together But Not Really

CHAPTER - 06

ALISON'S POV

"It's okay. I don't hold grudges." I heard him say, his laugh resonating in my ears. But I kept my head down, feeling humiliated about my own actions.

"By the way, don't I deserve to know the name of the lady who basically made me into a p*****t?" I slowly raised my head, finally looking at him but still not able to meet his eyes. If I could, I would have dug my own grave by myself and buried myself, to be honest. Embarrassment was an understatement.

"Alison, It's Alison Stevens." I responded, my voice merely above a whisper. Talk about the turn of events. A minute ago, it was the same me yelling at this person and throwing his stuff at him.

"Hey Alison, I am Noah Wilson." my eyes stared at his hand which was right in front of me now. I slowly raised my hand and we shook hands. Now, he will forget everything and we can be allies, right? Well, there was nothing wrong with a little hope.

"I am really sorry for calling you all that s**t and throwing your things." I was literally buffering and ranting, just an attempt to apologize properly. It would be better if he wouldn't think I have some split personality because of my constantly changing behavior. Trust me, I was surprised at myself too.

"It's nothing. I can understand, you must be freaked out. You know, you wake up and suddenly you are at an unknown place, in an unfamiliar bed, wearing a shirt which wasn't yours but, moreover, of a guy's. Yeah I get it." how could someone's smile look so innocent, I had no idea. I was guessing he wasn't a jerk after all, just a big-time tease.

"I should probably go now." I told him as I looked for my clothes so I could wear them and hurry out of here and this awkward morning.

"Yeah, sure. I will have Lina bring your clothes. They must be washed by now." he gave me a small smile and walked out of the room after taking some spare clothes to get changed in another room.

It was minutes later when I heard someone knocking at the door. I stood up and opened the door slightly to see how the person was. It was the maid from the morning, so it won't be wrong to assume that she was Lina. She bowed a little to me and handed me my clothes, which I happily took back. It wasn't right to disturb him more than I had already had, so I quickly stripped out of his shirt. If you ask me, I was starting to miss the musk and fresh mint scent his shirt was giving off. I just had a thing for fresh smelling natural scents. Anyway, without wasting anymore time, I wore my clothes from yesterday all the while stumbling upon my own foot and doing dance on one leg.

"That porcelain vase looked expensive. How much did it cost you?" I couldn't help but ask him when I found him downstairs chewing on his white sauce pasta.

"You don't need to worry, it's okay." he told me again, but my prideful self won't have it. I couldn't cause loss to someone and just walk away. No, that's not me.

"Please, I insist. At the very least, let me pay for it. I caused you so much trouble." he sighed as he knew I was adamant and wouldn't back down until he told me.

"41 dollars." and I was shocked to know it was this cheap. Maybe I heard it wrong.

"You mean 4100 dollars?" I questioned again just to be sure.

"Nope, It's $41 Million. It's a rare antique." those words he spoke had me tongue tied, I might or might not have choked on my own saliva. I felt as if the bed underneath me had collapsed. How could a freaking vase be so expensive? Damn it. Even selling my kidney won't be enough to pay for it. I should have taken upon his offer when he had told me not to worry about it. Me and my stupid pride. Why do I jump into such situations? I sighed, I was too frustrated.

"I am just a freelancer and I am still struggling. So, can I pay you back in installments? Please." My parents have always told me that I have big doe eyes which make me look like an innocent puppy. I was wishing for it to work on him so that he would cut me some slacks and give in. Mom and dad, I was counting on your words.

"Here, my card. Send me your account details on this number. I am really sorry and thankful." I kept my card at the dining table where he was eating and hurriedly rushed out of his mansion just in case he would decide to stop me and demand the whole amount of damage right now. I heard him call out my name, but I didn't stop until I was sure that I was out of sight. There was no doubt that the guy was rich, like filthy rich. I concluded as I glanced at the mansion from afar.

I don't know how much I have run, like a minac, but now I was panting. I hailed a taxi and closed my eyes to take some rest after telling the driver the address to my house. It was only afternoon and I already felt like I had a long day. I was on the verge of passing out with no pun intended. Whatever happened until now was too much for my hungover-in-pain brain. Maybe I should order something to stuff my stomach and then have a good rest after taking asprine. I could worry about all the mess that I had pushed myself into later, when I would be a little bit sober and sane enough to think and process my thoughts like some wise person instead of someone who had her mind all over the place.