Chapter 24
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Me- -Loudly crying face emoji- help -Loudly crying face emoji- Henry was drunk last night and we kissed -Loudly crying face emoji-
Cherry- You kissed!!!
Charlotte- What?!!! What the f**k?!!!
Cherry- What happened? Give me the details.
Me- He was drunk and so we kissed, just so he can scream at me to get out -Loudly crying face emoji-
Charlotte- He was drunk? And you two kissed?
Cherry- He told you to get out?
Charlotte- We can't chat about this. Let's do a video call.
Me- No, I'm not sure if he's still around as I haven't gone out of my room all day, and I don't want him hearing us talk.
Cherry- Well, then type it all. Every single detail.
Charlotte- Yeah, from the beginning to the end.
After drawing in a few deep breaths, I typed in everything starting from Fila to me rushing out of his room.
Charlotte- Woah.
Cherry- His secretary likes him?
Charlotte- Duh, I mean who doesn't?
Me- He was saying something about testimony. Where's Caley? She might have an explanation for that.
Charlotte- She's gone to work, she's not as jobless as the rest of us.
Cherry- Hey, I've still got a job. I only took a pregnancy break. You two are the only jobless ones.
Charlotte- I don't need a job.
It was obvious they were just going to continue talking about their jobless situation so I dropped my phone as there were many other things to think about.
After a few minutes of sitting in bed, contemplating whether to head out and risk meeting with him or just live here forever, I finally crawled out of bed, heading to the bathroom where I took my shower.
All the while thinking about the kiss and what it meant.
What was I to say about it?
The way it had made me feel.
All it did was bring back old emotions I thought were already dead.
It just reminded me of the times I used to dream about kissing him.
Things I shouldn't even be thinking about.
Most importantly though, what should I say about him?
I got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel as I left the bathroom to my bags, searching for what to wear.
Gosh, how was I supposed to face him?
What reaction should I expect from him? What would he even say about the kiss?
Finally, I went with a black shirt with gray mini skirt, which I put on after throwing the towel and wearing a bra and underwear.
Afterwards, I went to the mirror where my hair was given a quick brush then packed to the back for comfort.
Again, still thinking about how on earth I was going to face him.
But when I was done and just stood in front of my room door, I managed to convince myself he was going to be out for work, the chances of us meeting wasn't as high as one would think.
I mean, all these while, he'd been home very rarely, so there was no use thinking he wouldn't have rushed off.
That was enough to make me open the door.
But all my thoughts were proved wrong when his room door opened, and he came out of it.
Just the sight of him made my breath hitch, especially when I noticed the black sweater he had on, topped with a gray trouser.
Oh shoot, we were dressed similarly.
What on earth?
What were the odds?
Those gorgeous green eyes of his swept past my dressing, and if he noticed, he probably didn't care, because all he did was give me a curt nod, before walking away.
What?
Nothing?
Wasn't he going to address the kiss or anything?
Had he forgotten about it? Was it possible he had been too drunk and now it was all a fog in that smart brain of his?
But then I recalled the second kiss we'd had at the party and how similarly he acted afterwards.
It was obvious then that he hadn't cared to talk about it, so maybe that was what he was doing with this.
I rushed to catch up with him, so we were walking side by side towards the living room.
He stared down at me with a raised brow. “Do you want to say something?”
My arms crossed, resting below my breast, but I didn't return his gaze. “Don't you have anything to say?”
He moved to stand in front of me, immediately halting my movement.
The extent of our closeness did something weird to my internals, which wasn't helped by his aftershave scent.
Huh… what was that?
“What?” He asked.
Taking a step back, I spoke. "Don't act like you don't recall last night's kiss.”
His uncaring expression didn't change.
“I told you the last time not to kiss me ever again and then,” I snapped in slight annoyance, “you acted like I was some cheap thing you can just do whatever you like whenever you want. What was that about?”
“I was drunk.” He said like it was that easy.
“Yeah, so?” My brows furrowed at whatever he had to say next.
“I was drunk and not thinking. You were sober and thinking.”
A gasp left me at his accusation. “Are you saying—”
Before I could continue, a knock came from the door, interrupting our conversation.
“Room service,” a male's voice called from outside, “your food has arrived.”
He went to the door, unlocking it and once it was opened, three workers sauntered in with trays of our food on their hands.
They dropped it neatly and professionally on the dining table, before leaving, closing the door behind them.
He just moved to take a seat by the head of the dining table.
Seriously?
That was just it?
He was going to tell me it was my fault and just end the conversation there?
I wanted to go shout at him and all, but decided not to.
Maybe we should just act like nothing happened.
Let's just forget about it all and blame it on the alcohol.
With a huff, I went to sit by the tail, avoiding his gaze the entire time.
“Why didn't you go to work?” My tone was a little sharp.
“I don't have anywhere to go today, but will do so tomorrow till Sunday.” He explained.
I didn't understand why he wouldn't have work to do today. That would've been best for everyone.
“We'll leave Wednesday next week.” He explained.
I actually wanted to leave.
Enough things had already happened in this weird trip.
I thought that was enough, if only I knew the more things that awaited to happen…
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