Chapter 9 -Can you gossip about my life tomorrow?
1001 Words
What is happening with the handsome population of men on earth? If they’re not broken-hearted and wanting to become priests like Micah, they end up liking men like Marlowe who also likes handsome men. The rest turn out to be jerks and womanizers.
“Can you just gossip about my life tomorrow? I’m really tired,” Micah moaned.
Alondra inhaled sharply and turned to the man. He still looked intimidating even with his eyes closed. What more if she worked for him? That is—if he would still allow her to work for him after all the trouble that happened.
“We’re almost there, Your Highness,” Tracy answered with a smile.
Alondra stayed quiet, trying to feel out the atmosphere inside the elevator. Micah’s face was serious, and his lips were tightly pressed together. It seemed like he didn’t want to stay with her under the same roof. She didn’t like that feeling—the feeling of being unwanted by people, especially her boss.
“Whether you stay here or not, I don’t really care. I just want a decent sleep tonight. If you don’t trust me, then ask Tracy to put some security outside the guest room—to make sure I can’t get in and r**e you,” he said sarcastically.
The corner of Micah’s lips curved slightly. He was practically telling her she was too ambitious to even think he might have any interest in her.
“No need for that, Sir,” Alondra said, then shut her lips. She knew where her place was. Her co-workers already told her it’s the women who chase after Micah, not the other way around.
“Are you sure you’re going to spend the night here? I can book you a hotel room or an inn to stay at. You could also rent an apartelle. Just pay me back when you have the money,” Tracy said, concern evident on her face.
“I’m okay here, Ma’am. I can manage.” Alondra forced a smile. Besides, everything was clear to her now. Micah was too tired to even think of doing something inappropriate. She even had her way with him earlier. He didn’t seem to have interest in women, even when they stripped n***d in front of him.
“Tracy, go home. We’ve bothered you too much. Your child needs you. And you, Miss Enriquez, should sleep too. You still have work early tomorrow. I don’t tolerate my employees’ laziness and tardiness. It’s up to you if you want to stay long in my company.” Then he went inside the master bedroom.
Alondra was aghast. He was going to be her boss! Even now, she couldn’t breathe properly, knowing they would be spending the whole night in the same house. He looked dominant and too bossy. What more if they worked together in the office every day, every minute?
It’s as good as cutting up my wrists. What if he finds faults in me? He might get back at me because of what I did to his “Jun-jun.”
“Hmp! Bossy! Don’t mind him. If he nags at you, just stay quiet. Let it go in one ear and out the other. Don’t take it to heart. Even before he was heartbroken over Bella, he was really dominating.”
“Yes, thank you, Ma’am.”
One night. Just one night. Tomorrow, she would start looking for an apartment to live in. The thought of living with Micah in the same house made her breathless.
She was about to enter the guest room when she heard a loud noise inside the master bedroom. She suddenly remembered that Micah was still nauseous from drinking. He also had jet lag and was tired from the trip. Plus, she had hit him on the head with a wooden stick. Could he have finally collapsed?
She hurriedly ran to the other room. Micah was leaning on the bathroom door, wearing nothing but white pajamas. His eyes were shut tightly, as if in pain.
“Sir, what happened?” Feminine toiletries were scattered across the floor—lotion, cream, shampoo, and perfume.
“Bella’s toiletries are still here. I don’t need those. I need a headache tablet. Why isn’t there one here?” he hissed.
“I have medicine, Sir. Please lie down for a while,” she said, then helped him onto his bed.
He must have fallen on the floor badly. Alondra felt guilty because it was her fault he was having a headache. She rummaged through her bag. Her mom always told her to bring medicine for headaches, fever, and stomachaches everywhere she goes. She also brought him a biscuit in case he wanted to eat before taking the medicine.
When she came back to the room, he was holding his head and trying to stand. “Sir, I have your medicine, but please eat this biscuit first so it’ll be more effective. And you may not have eaten anything yet.”
“I want tea.”
“Huh?” What did he say?
“If you’re going to feed me a biscuit, I want to have it with tea. Besides, it lessens headaches. That’s what Bella used to give me whenever I had headaches.”
“Tea. There’s tea in the cupboard.”
Alondra went out and headed to the kitchen to look for tea. After a couple of minutes, she came back with hot tea in hand. She saw him silently eating his biscuit. She placed the tea on the bedside table.
“Sir, please drink this so your headache will disappear. I really am sorry for what happened. I didn’t get to ask who you are because you accused me of being a harlot. It slipped my mind that I was changing my clothes when I heard the noise. So I hope you just forget what you saw.”
“I didn’t see anything,” he said in a cold voice, then sipped his tea.
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