CEO's Cat Lady [Complete]

Chapter 2

Amy didn't know how she did it, but she was able to get out of the bed without waking Chris up. It was not easy as his arms were wrapped around her waist and his muscular leg draped over hers. With her head pounding and whole body sore (especially down under), she carefully and quietly put away Chris' body parts then blindly searched for her discarded clothes.

She stole a look at the alarm clock at the night table beside the bed. It was 3:59 AM. Good. That meant she could still go out without anybody noticing. She didn't want to face anyone right now. She wouldn't want to take their company bus with everyone back to Manila because that also meant that she would be seeing Chris and that would be hella awkward. That meant she must use the Harley-Davidson that she kept in the resort.

It had been a few weeks since she last used it and she was thankful that she had it as an option. Taking only her backpack with her, she set out at the dark of the dawn. As she walked to the shed where she kept the vehicle, she saw the old caretaker of the resort.

"Good morning, Ma'am Amy. You're going out so early?"

"Good morning to you to Uncle Tom," she greeted back. "If anyone looks for me, please tell them I had to go back to Manila early."

"Got it, Ma'am. Am I going to prepare your motorcycle?"

"Yes, please. Thank you."

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Ten minutes after, Amy was strolling down the deserted National Highway with her helmet on. She was on the middle of the road when she spotted someone blocking the road about five meters away. Feeling suspicious about it, she simply readied the pocket taser that always hang on her jeans. As she always traveled alone, she made it a priority to always protect herself from anyone who might try to assault her on the highway.

As she neared whoever it was, she saw that it was a tall man wearing a disheveled polo shirt and slacks. This one was gotta be from the city, she thought. She wondered what kind of misfortune could have had befallen the guy, but she knew that she should still remain vigilant because he was still a stranger and she was a woman travelling alone.

She stopped a few distance away from the said guy. He made to step closer but she stopped him.

"Stay where you are! If you come closer, I would have to tase you!" She informed the man.

"I'm not a dangerous guy, woman." The man's monotone voice chided her. She still wouldn't lower her guard though.

"Yeah, whatever. I don't care. Stay there! Why are you blocking the road anyway?"

The man answered while he stayed where he was. "My car broke down, my phone had zero battery, there's no near house or establishment I can ask help for, and on top of that, it even rained hard on me. Now, can I ask you to lend me a phone so that I can contact my secretary or better yet, bring me to the closest gasoline or towing station so that I can finally move my car?"

He spoke continuously without breaking a breath in flat voice that Amy had to force herself not to gape at him.

"Oh. Okay." She fished out her phone out of her jacket that she wore to combat the morning breeze earlier and pressed its open button while still keeping an eye on the guy in front of her. To her disappointment, it would not open.

"f**k," she muttered lowly. "I forgot to charge my phone last night." She smiled sheepishly at the guy.

"So what do we do?" The man tilted his head into her direction, his face stony with just a hint of annoyance.

Amy released a big sigh. "Welp. That leaves us no option but to take you to the nearest gasoline station. That would be 20 minutes away from here. But first…" She stared at him hard, hoping he would get what she meant.

The man blinked as an indifferent expression flooded his face. "What?"

"Uhmm… I don't think you should ride with me with those wet clothes on. You'll get a nasty case of cold."

"So?"

"A-and well, it's not really presentable at all, especially when you talk to the police officer stationed out there."

The mysterious man then shrugged his shoulders. "So what do you propose to do?"

"Wear this jacket on." Amy then peeled off hers and tossed it to the man. The leather jacket would fit him just fine. It was sizes too big on hers anyway.

However, the man just stood there silently while holding her jacket with his left hand. Amy raised her eyebrow in question. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

He assumed an unimpressed look in response. "Are you sure you want me to wear this jacket?"

"Yeah?" She angled her body to face the man properly.

"Because you have just exposed your bare n*****s to me," the man answered straight while his gaze leveled to her small chest.

Her eyes widened in panic and she hastily looked down to confirm what the man said. Damn it… he was right. She did not realize that she had left her bra in the room with her haste, and now she stood in front of a stranger with her n*****s very visibly hard from the cold under the thin white shirt she wore.

"Errr…" she was out of words as she fought to fight the blush that threatened to appear on her face. "I-I'm sure you can handle the cold. Let me have my jacket back."

The man clucked his tongue before he tossed it back to her. He then waited for her further instructions.

"Okay," she said as she finished putting on her jacket back. "Climb behind me and make sure to hold on to something. I don't have a spare helmet with me so you'll be sure to crack your skull open if you fall off."

The man did what she said, but he surprised her when he went on to wrap his arms around her waist. Gaping as she swiveled to face him, he just told her in his monotone:

"You said to hold on to something."

She did not want to prolong the talk anymore so she just sighed and wore her helmet again. She then restarted the engine, but in doing so, she unwittingly put pressure somewhere between her legs. Ouch, she inwardly grimaced.

The man behind must have had felt her briefly stiffen. "What's the matter?" He asked.

She brushed off the uncomfortable feeling and answered the man without looking back at him. "Nothing."

She speed up on the lonely highway, the man behind her holding on for dear life.

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It was the blinding light coming from the window that woke Chris up. As he shielded his eyes with his arm, the memories from last night came rushing into his mind. He abruptly sat up. Wait… this wasn't his room. When he looked down upon himself, he was stark naked, but alone.

He inspected the empty side beside him, which, judging by the crumpled sheets, was definitely occupied last night. There was dried blood stain left on the bedding. He did sleep with his boss. f**k.

He got up and hastily put on his clothes so that he could search for his boss, and maybe, talk to her. He didn't know what to tell her, but common courtesy told him that he must face the consequences of his drunken actions. However, he did not find her around the room, and when he went outside the room, he encountered the caretaker of the resort whom he asked. The old man told him that Ms. Amy went back to Manila about two hours ago. Dejected, he went back to his boss' room.

He supposed he should be thankful that he wouldn't have had to face her this morning, but he was not that kind of guy. He did not run away from his problems. He weakly sat again on the bed they shared and looked down, thinking of his next steps when he saw his boss again on Monday next week. However, as he did so, something black caught the corner of his eye on the floor. He bent down to pick whatever it was, and when it emerged, he did not know how to feel… it was Ms. Amy's bra.

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"You need to pay Php 2000 for the tow fee," the policeman sitting in the help desk in the gasoline station told them after talking with someone in his radio.

The mysterious guy who needed Amy's help finally showed a crack in his stony face as he glanced at her with a hint of worry. She, however, merely waited for what he would say.

"I don't have my wallet here with me. I left it inside the car when I locked it." He informed her in his characteristic monotone.

Amy considered what he told her with her logical mind. If that was the problem, then this guy would surely not be able to have his car pulled out of the road. Since she was already helping the guy, then Amy supposed that taking it a bit further would not be too bad. Once this was done and over with, then she could finally go on her own merry way.

"Don't worry. I'll pay for it." She said as she begun to dig her own wallet from the pocket of her jeans. She then counted down her bills and handed it to the policeman who went on to write a receipt for her, where she was asked to sign her name. Amy did it fast and handed the receipt to the silent man.

"Here, hold this one. It's your car anyway, not mine. I'll be going now," Amy told him.

"How do I contact you so I can pay you back?" The man asked her as he looked straight to her eyes.

Amy shook her head. "Nah, it's nothing." She then started to walk away and towards her motorbike. "I'll be going now, bye."

She then mounted the vehicle, wore her helmet, restarted the engine, and finally, took off, leaving the man standing in the gasoline station and staring at her back.

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He did not move from his position at all until he finally lost sight of the woman's form. He had only talked with her for such a short while, but he must admit: he found her a very curious creature. He looked down at the receipt where the woman signed on her name– Amethyst Flores, it said. He looked back again at the corner where this particular Amethyst Flores disappeared to, folded the receipt neatly, and went back to check in with the procedure being done to tow his car.