The Boss is in Love with a Commonner

CHAPTER 2:CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE

CHELSEA P.O.V

As I stepped into the dimly lit bar, a sense of relief washed over me. It was the perfect place to find solace and collect my thoughts. The crowd was sparse, which suited me just fine. I made my way to the bar counter and ordered a watermelon drink, craving its refreshing taste to soothe my troubled mind.

Sitting alone, I took small sips of the drink, my mind consumed by the betrayal I had recently discovered. Memories of the once joyful times I had spent with Jake, now tainted by his affair with my so-called friend, Nora, weighed heavily on me. The hurt and anger bubbled up inside, threatening to spill over. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't contain them any longer.

With a heavy heart, I rested my head on the cool counter, letting my emotions pour out in silent tears. It felt as if the world around me had blurred into insignificance, until a voice pierced through the haze of my despair.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a man in the bar, seemingly intrigued by my distress.

He kept on staring but at this point of my life, I care less.

The stranger later approached the bar and sat beside me, surprising me with a drink. He had ordered 2 glass watermelon drink, hoping to offer some respite from my pain. Confusion mingled with gratitude as I looked at him, unsure of his intentions.

"I didn't ask for this," I said, my voice choked with tears, speaking to the bartender, but the stranger clarified that he had bought the drink for me.

His calm demeanor and nonchalant sip from his own glass intrigued me further.

"Thank you, sir," I managed to say, using my sleeve to wipe away my tears and compose myself.

"Looks like you've had a rough day. Care to share?" the stranger inquired, his gaze fixed on me, undeterred by my initial resistance.

I mustered a weak smile, attempting to mask the turmoil inside me.

"It's nothing, really. I'll be fine," I replied, hoping to avoid any further conversation. Pouring out my life's story to a stranger was not on my agenda.

"My name is Javier Montes," he introduced himself, catching me off guard.

"So now we're not strangers anymore. You can start talking." he said

His directness caught me off guard, leaving me speechless for a moment.

Who was this man, so persistent and assertive? I pondered, unsure if I wanted to indulge him.

Taking a sip from the drink he had bought for me, I found comfort in the silence that enveloped us.

"You should speak up," Javier urged, his tone firm. "I didn't leave my seat over there just to listen to silence."

I shot him an irritated glance, my patience wearing thin.

"And I didn't ask you to come here, did I?"

I retorted sharply, my frustration getting the better of me.

His audacity both annoyed and intrigued me, but before I could make my escape, a sudden dizziness swept over me. I placed a hand on my forehead, attempting to steady myself, but it was futile. The room seemed to spin, and my vision blurred.

Concerned, the bartender asked, "Are you okay, miss?"

"I'm... okay," I replied, my words slurring as I struggled to stand. However, my legs gave way, and just as I braced myself for the impending fall, strong arms caught me. It was Mr Javier, steady and reliable.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, and then blanked out

A CONFUSED MORNING

CHELSEA P.O.V

I woke up in the morning with a slight headache, feeling disoriented and unsure of what to do next. As I stepped out of the refreshing shower, my attention was immediately drawn to a flowery gown placed neatly on a chair, accompanied by a plane ticket. Confusion flooded my mind as I reached for the ticket, noticing that the departure time was 10 PM. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was already 9 PM. Without fully comprehending what was happening, I hastily slipped into the dress, surprised to find that it fit perfectly.

After quickly styling my hair, I tidied up the hotel room as I usually would. As I prepared to leave, I noticed a wristwatch on the bedside table, puzzling over how it found its way into my room. It triggered a rush of fragmented memories from the previous night, leaving me in a state of panic.

"Oh my God, what really happened?" I exclaimed, anxiety coursing through my veins.

Trying to gather my thoughts, I hurriedly grabbed my belongings and rushed out of the hotel room, returning the key to the receptionist.

Everything seemed to conspire against me as I struggled to find a cab to the airport. Time was slipping away, and my heart raced with each passing moment.

Finally, I managed to hail a cab and sped towards the airport, my mind still reeling with confusion.

As I reached the airline counter, I presented my ticket, relieved to have made it in time. But to my astonishment, the flight attendant instructed me to follow her to the first-class compartment. I couldn't help but be dumbfounded, wondering if there was some mistake. Yet, the evidence was right before my eyes—I was indeed meant to be in first class.

With a mix of disbelief and excitement, I followed the first-class attendant into a realm of luxury I had never experienced before.

As I settled into my seat, I couldn't help but gaze in awe at the opulence surrounding me. It was a whole new world, unlike anything I had ever known.

Lost in my thoughts, staring out of the window, I was suddenly brought back to reality by a flight attendant offering me a drink. The service cart held an array of beverages and snacks, each more enticing than the last.

"Um, I think I'll have that one," I said, pointing to a beautifully presented wine.

"I don't think you would, it contains alcohol," a voice behind me interjected.

Surprised, I turned to see Mr. Javier, once again crossing my path. Embarrassment washed over me as memories of my previous embarrassing encounters flooded back.

"Ma'am, would you like something else?" the flight attendant asked, breaking the silence.

"Get her a non-alcoholic watermelon with pineapple juice," Mr. Javier instructed, his gaze fixed on the magazine he was reading.

Could this day get any worse? And why was he acting so superior, as if he knew everything about me? The flight attendant poured the juice into my glass, leaving the rest in my custody. An uneasy silence filled the first-class cabin, with only Mr. Javier and me present.

Feeling a mix of curiosity, regret, and the need to apologize, I cleared my throat and turned to face him, hoping to capture his full attention.

"Thank you so much for the ticket, the dress, and, um, for last night," I stammered, lowering my voice when referring to the events of the previous evening.

He didn't respond immediately but offered me a half-smile.

"Um, I hope I didn't do anything stupid or say anything wrong," I thought, my curiosity about the details of the previous night consuming me.

CHELSEA POV:

I couldn't shake off the feeling of anxiety that consumed me. "I hope I didn't do anything stupid or say anything wrong," I murmured, unable to resist the urge to voice my concerns.

"If by stupid you mean vomiting on me, calling me Jade constantly, crying, and having nightmares of your dad and Jake, then you did a lot of stupid things," he responded bluntly.

His words struck me like a dagger to the heart. The mere mention of my dad and Jake brought back a flood of painful memories. I turned my gaze away, my once eager expression now replaced by a quiet resignation. I didn't feel like talking anymore.

JAVIERS POV:

As I observed her, the curiosity that flickered in her beautiful brown eyes transformed into profound sadness at the mention of Jake and her dad. There was a story there, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was. Lost in my own thoughts, I absently stared at the magazine in my hands.

Suddenly, she approached me, placing something on the table nearby. It was my Rolex wristwatch—the one I had mistakenly left in her room. It was an expensive piece, and I had already purchased a replacement when I realized it was missing. Most women would have kept it for themselves or perhaps sold it for profit. But here she was, returning it to me without hesitation.

She went back to her seat, and I couldn't ignore the conflicting emotions within me. Part of me yearned to know her story, to understand the pain behind her eyes, while another part of me inexplicably cared.