Unexpected Love

Chapter 2: The Search

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"Mr. Leo, throw your hand around my neck. I'm having a little difficulty with your weight." I begged but got no response. He was far gone already.

He was drunk and drenched in alcohol, which was oozing through all of his body. What was more annoying was how the driver stood, staring at me instead of lending a hand. I dare not complain.

I managed to force him into the car and summoned the driver to start the car.

The car stench of Leo's strong masculine scent made the situation worse. I covered my nose with my two fingers and left my mouth wide open, gasping for air, but Mr. Leo was intoxicated.

Turning on the car's AC was not a good idea, so I rolled down the window for fresh air.

I painfully bit my lower lip in disgust as he dropped his head on my chest while Jack, who's too sure, slowly pulled them away from me and placed them on the car seats.

I looked in the front mirror, and my eyes met with those of the drivers. He was staring at me and driving at the same time. I muttered a curse under my breath. I was silently praying he wouldn't plunge us into an incoming vehicle because I clearly didn't know what he was staring at.

I struggled to pull him away from me.

The 45-minute ride from the grand hotel to his home was the longest ever.

I helped him up the stairs and the elevator. Unfortunately for me, the housemaids were all asleep, but I had the keys to his room.

I snatched it out of his pocket and made my way into his room. I plunged him right onto his bed, but before then, there was a heavy downpour that messed me up from my chest to my toe.

He threw up on me.

I made my way to the bathroom to find something to help myself with. This man doesn't deserve any of these, but I'll do it anyway.

I don't have a choice. Anything to get what I want.

I dipped the small towel I obtained from the restroom into a bowl of water and gradually rubbed the vomit onto my cleavage until the process was complete.

I gradually removed his shoes, and while in the process of removing his shirts, he drew me closer to him and married my lips with his.

That moment was unbelievable for me, but I didn't want it to stop. I wanted more. I melted like a pack of ice. I gave in, and we savored the moment for the rest of the night.

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The vibration I felt woke me from sleep. I slept on my phone. I checked the time; it was 3 a.m.

“The File!”

I quickly jumped out of bed. My body was bare. I wore a few pieces of clothing I could lay my hands on: my bra and pants.

I stared around the room in search of a counter where I could find something that looked like file storage, but found none.

On the left side of the room was a door that I didn't know where it led to. I tiptoed to the door and slowly turned the door knob, but it was locked.

The environment was one of graveyard silence. It made me shudder. As I made my way to the keys, I suddenly felt a wall gecko crawl from my back to my neck. “Bloody hell,” I shivered.

Alas! I stretched my hand to get to my back but discovered it was my curls. I heaved.

I yanked off a curl of my hair, which fell on my shoulder. I was fidgety, like one who saw a snake.

I took the keys and slid the key into the key hole, turning gradually till it stopped. I pushed the door, but it refused to open.

“The wrong key,” I thought.

I continued trying as many keys as possible in the bunch till I got to one that successfully opened the door.

I made my way into the room. It was his private office with wooden materials used as decor; from the walls to the laptop covers to the chairs, everything had wooden aesthetics.

I tiptoed close to the table, which was filled with stationery and newspapers, but realized searching there was futile.

I didn't go further.

On my far right there were lots of counters stacking up on each other. Beside the counter were wooden drawers. I forcefully pulled out the first drawer, but it refused to open. I tried the second one and got the same outcome. I made my way to the door, yanking off the key from the key hole to search for the drawer key in the bunch, which I later found.

I took the key to the drawer, panting and breathing fast because the recovery was taking longer than I expected.

I held the handle and forcefully pulled it, but the hand broke off instead. The drawer had not been opened for a while, which made pulling the drawer hard. The sides of the drawer were rusty.

The first file I came across boldly had ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ written on it. I opened the file gradually, staring at every single paper I flipped through, but it was nowhere near what I wanted.

While I made my way to the second drawer, I noticed the ruffling of sheets; Mr. Leo was probably awake. I peed on myself, instantly begging God to spare me this one chance.

I hurriedly organized the file and put it back. I tiptoed to the door and took a glance through the keyhole, but Mr. Leo was still fast asleep.

I made my way back to the drawer to search for the file; fortunately for me, there it was!. I took the file and arranged it exactly as I found it.

I went back to the bedroom dressed up in my clothes; it was 4:59 a.m. I rushed out and headed home but was stopped by the guards, who created a scene.

“Let her go,”

It was Mr. Leo addressing them from upstairs. He had woken up.