My Bartender Husband is a CEO

Chapter 4

**POV Brianna**

I woke up. My eyes fluttered anxiously. I touched my head, which felt heavy, like a massive rock was crushing it.

“Oh God, my head hurts so much,” I complained.

As my consciousness returned, fragments of memories of leaving the hotel ballroom where my engagement party with Garth was held, ending up at a nightclub, and getting heavily drunk began to surface.

However, my attention was diverted when I felt something heavy on my stomach. My eyes widened, seeing a muscular man's arm.

I was even more shocked when I realized there was a man sleeping soundly next to me.

“Oh, s**t!”

I truly felt a wave of bad luck wash over me with the current situation. Why did I have to end up sleeping with this man?

I lifted the blanket covering my naked body and his, then tried to slide off the bed. But my movement was halted.

“Ouch!”

I screamed quite loudly as I felt pain around my groin, like a burning fire.

My movements and screams woke the man beside me. With his eyes still blinking, he lifted his face and looked at me.

I froze upon recognizing his face. Fragments of memory replayed in my head.

“Would you like to order a drink here?”

“I need something to calm my mind. I want to forget my pain.”

“I understand. I’ll mix it right away.”

I was shocked again upon seeing his face. I closed my eyes, recalling that he was the bartender at the nightclub I visited last night.

“Are you awake?” he asked, extending his hand.

“Don't touch me, damn it!” I immediately shook off his hand.

“Hey, Girl... What's wrong with you? Your demeanor is so different from last night,” he said which made me scrunch my forehead.

My face cracked at his words. I saw that he didn't have the slightest guilt after what he did to me. I was sure he had taken advantage of my drunken state.

I couldn't wrap my head around this situation. After last night I saw my lover making love with my best friend, and now I just ended up making love with a strange man.

“How can you ask with your innocent face, huh?” I asked with my index finger pointed at his face. “Don't you know that I've never even had s*x with my lover, but you, a stranger, just took her away from me, you bastard!”

I pointed my palm toward his cheek. His face turned tense. He used the other hand to wipe his cheek, which was probably hot from my slap.

I saw him change his lying position to sitting. Her hand slowly removed my index finger. "Of course I don't know. What do you mean by talking like that anyway? It's as if you're saying that I'm a s****l predator who targets young women."

“Isn't that the truth?” I wouldn't back down. “You took advantage of my heavily drunk state.”

The man got up from the bed without caring that his body was still bare. He reached for his cell phone lying on the floor among our scattered clothes, then walked back towards me.

“We did have s*x, but you were the one who provoked me first.” He handed his cell phone to me. “I recorded your behavior on purpose so I would have proof.”

I was shocked to see my own craziness in the video recording. “Impossible! This must be another woman who looks like me.”

The man laughed at me instead. “It seems you're still drunk, Miss. Anyway, I’m still sleepy and don't want to argue with you.”

With an annoyed look on his face, I saw him lay back down on the bed and pull the blanket over his body.

I thought to myself while looking at the man, ‘Alright, I admit this is all my fault. But don't expect me to say it out loud to you.’

I got off the bed and grabbed my clothes scattered on the floor. Ignoring the pain in my groin, all that mattered was getting out of this room quickly.

‘He seems like a poor bartender. Maybe I should give him compensation money. At least he’ll keep his mouth shut,’ I thought.

I grabbed my shoulder bag and took out all the cash inside. I didn’t know how much, but it was quite a lot.

“Hey, you!” I called to the man who now appeared to have his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes and turned to me with an annoyed look. “What?”

He looked me up and down. Luckily by this time I had put all my clothes back on.

With a cocky attitude, I threw the bills onto the bed.

“Hey, what are you doing?” he asked surprised as the money fell like rain onto the bed.

"That's my compensation money. You'd better not tell anyone about this incident. You must be a poor man working as a bartender. That money is enough to make your life a lot better,” I said haughtily, with a condescending look at him.

I saw the man stare at me intently. He stared at the cash that was now scattered on the bed. He raised one eyebrow.

“Ok, thank you for the money, Miss,” he said with an annoying smirk on his lips. "You look different, unlike most women. I hope someday we'll meet again."

I instantly sneered. “Not even in your dreams.”

After that I left the man who kept asking me what my name was, but I didn't mention my name at all.

***

I got out of the taxi that stopped right in front of my house. I looked at the large house with a blank expression.

All the events that happened to me since last night seemed to have turned my world upside down.

“Garth called me a spoiled and insensitive girl,” I muttered, feeling like my heart was in pieces. “Alright, starting today, the spoiled Brianna is dead.”

I stepped through the large gate. My forehead furrowed when I saw two cars belonging to the Foster family in the yard of my family’s house.

“What are they doing here?”

I immediately entered my house. A housekeeper named Xander approached me.

“Miss Brianna, you’re finally home. Where have you been?” he asked with a worried face. “Your parents and brother have been looking for you all night.”

I stayed silent. It was impossible to answer that I spent the night in a room with a stranger and had s*x with him.

“Why are the Foster family’s cars in the yard? What are they doing here?” I asked Xander, ignoring his earlier question.

I saw Xander, who had always cared for me, looking left and right before answering my question.

“They’ve made another agreement, Miss. But I don’t know what their agreement is. All I know is that you and Mr. Foster will be getting married soon.”