Grumpy Billionaire and his Unlucky Assistant

CHAPTER 2

My heart stopped. This is the end. I couldn't do this any longer. Everything was crumbling and all the universe could do was watch. I screamed and began throwing things around. I could not take it. As I did, the door creaked open and I felt someone grab me from behind.

"It's okay. It's okay. I got you. I got you, Kim. Calm down." It was a familiar voice. One I'd come to love hearing and missed having nearby.

I turned to face a woman with black hair and brown eyes looking at me with compassion. It was my friend, "Montana." I cried into her shoulders, grateful for the warmth it offered. She rubbed my back in circles as well, whispering assuring words.

"I didn't even think I'd meet you here but when I went to your place of work, someone told me." Montana finally said after I was done crying and had become stable.

"Yeah. It was my fault though."

"Enough of blaming yourself, Kim. I'm here for you."

"You don't have to do this, you know? You have your wedding to prepare and I'm sure that's a lot of work. I'll sort this out myself."

Montana glared at me.

"Are you crazy? We have been friends for as long as I remember and you still think I'll leave you in this state?"

"I mean..."

"I'm having a pre-wedding party coming up on the beach tonight. I think that will help you loosen up."

"No, I don't want to ruin your moment. I'm a mess."

She chuckled before pulling a strand of hair off my face.

"You're a mess because you are going to sit in your room all day. Come have fun and clear your head. I'm pretty sure, you'll get a solution soon."

And that I did. Although, there was nothing about the party that helped clear my head. Not the dance, not the speech or the games. So, I slipped out of the crowd and began walking around until I sighted a group of men having shots.

"Shots! Shots! Shots!" The others chanted as two men standing across from each other at the table downed small glasses of drinks.

"Ooooh." They cheered after a man fell. "That's the fourth man losing to you, Matthew. Who's going to be the fifth?"

"I will." I chipped in, attracting stares and murmuring from the crowd. Instead, I grabbed a glass and downed the content, groaning at the taste and burning sensation.

"Challenge accepted." Matthew muttered, a smirk on his face.

Moments later, I was downing what seemed to be the twentieth glass. I could not tell what number exactly. I had lost count. Matthew was now swaying but his male ego would not let him back down. So, I grabbed the table and picked another shot, lifting it to my lips.

But someone grabbed my wrist and yanked me away from the men.

"Hey. Who are you? Leave me alone!"

The hand was wrapped tightly around my wrist which indicated it was a male. My sense of security was spiked and I began to kick, curse and punch at him until we got to a quiet dark place and he pushed me forward.

I staggered but quickly caught myself before turning to face him, livid with anger. However, I paused. Not because I wanted to but the man looked like a goddamn angel.

His towering figure blocked the light from the party and as I looked up at him, I could note how stern and cold he looked down at me. His jaw was chiseled and strong, his lips held in a firm line and calling to be kissed. His lashes were curled, too curled for a man. He had on a tough expression that I wanted to run my fingers over his face and soften it. The man was handsome and beautiful all at once that I was forced to ask.

"Who are you?"