Alpha’s Plus-Size Sweetheart

07: Drunk

Turning around to realize it was just Kane, I breathed out a sigh of relief, but that didn’t quell my heart from beating fast from fright. I mean how could he sneak up on me like that and ask me that out of the blue?

“I was at a friend’s. I’m sorry I stayed out late,” I said as I passed along the floor, careful not to match a broken glass that could hurt me.

However, as soon as I went out of that place, I met Kane still standing at the door of the kitchen looking at me like I a committed a huge crime. I honestly didn’t know none of his workers were expected to stay out late. Mrs. Gertrude didn’t talk to me about that. I guess I’ll have to adhere to it now. I sighed.

I went into the storage room to get a sweeper to clean the floor. However, I went to put on the light, so I could properly see what I was doing. However, I still met Kane at the door.

With the lights on now, I could clearly see Kane’s expression. It was cold.

“I didn’t tag you as that kind of girl,” he said, his tone devoid of emotions. But even if the alcohol in my system was kicking off, I knew he had another meaning to what he said.

Stopping, I turned to look back at him.

“Some small attention, you decide to go home with him,” Kane laughed mirthlessly, shaking his head at me like I was a little girl who was caught stealing some candies.

What was he talking about? I was beyond confused.

“I have no idea who or what you are talking about,” I said, begging my brain to stop interpreting his messages. Kane was a very complex person, so it was better he gave an explanation before I jumped to conclusions.

He walked into the kitchen, stopping by the counter. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants. Without looking at me, I watched him take a bottle of water from the counter as he drank, and I realized then that his hair was wet, making him more enticing.

“You know what I mean. And I won’t tolerate such behavior from you while you work under me.”

“What behavior? Staying out late?” I mused, “Like I said, I'm sorry. I don’t mean to stay out late. It just happened…”

He cut me short,” If you want to fool around with other men, I advise you to quit your job,” he dropped the bottle on the counter and turned to leave.

I stared at him in shock. It was exactly what my brain interpreted. And I flipped. How dare he label me a slut?

“You have no right to tell me what I spend my time on or what I do with my life!” I snapped at him, and he paused in his steps.

Turning around, he looked at me, angry. There was this unmistakable glint in his eyes to tell me he didn’t like my tone.

But I was done being kind to him. How dare he call me names? I had been a good girl since the last ugly episode with Derek. I don’t know if it was the alcohol in my system that made me braver. But I felt bolder as I stared unflinching into his eyes.

“And even if I decide to w***e around, it’s none of your damn business! I'm just a maid in your house. You don’t own me. Neither do I belong to you. And last, I remember, all of your servants are not permitted to spend the night out. So why me huh?”

Kane balled his fists, but it didn’t scare me at that moment. I am done with everyone telling me what I am or what I ought to do.

“If you want me to leave and quit my job, fine! I will. But I’ll just let you know, I wasn’t with any boys. I had a very shitty night and spent my night with my best friend. I come home, and you make it worse by telling me what I’m not or how I ought to live my life.”

“Summer,” Kane warned as I ran my mouth. His voice sent a chill through me. But my brain wasn’t connected to my mouth at that point. I knew I was digging a grave for myself. But my mouth couldn’t realize that.

“Don’t Summer me. Now I know the reason you’re without friends. You’re a big asshole who is super proud and thinks so highly of himself.“

“Summer,“ Kane warned again as he turned to fully face me.

I heaved out panting from my rant, still furious that he called me a w***e just because I stayed out late. How f*****g dare him?!

Picking up the sweeper, I swept up the glass and emptied it in the waste bin, still aware of Kane’s scorching gaze on me. Well, f**k him and his opinion and his fine-ass face!

“And even if I decide to spend the night out with a man, it’s none of your f*****g business! It’s my life and I will live it as I choose to!” I spat when I was about three feet from him and I walked past him in anger.

Getting to my room, I was still mad that he could talk that way to me. Was that the reason he asked me to come home? Making sure I didn’t violate any rules, I got out the paper Mrs Gertrude gave me detailing the dos and don'ts of this house.

It stated that one can choose to spend the night out if he or she pleases so long isn’t her shift for the night. After rereading it and finding out my night was cut short unnecessarily. Another bout of anger ran through me. Stupid boss!

Pulling off my dress and taking a shower, I barely managed to make it to bed before I fell into a deep dreamless sleep. The alcohol made me so dizzy I couldn’t keep my eyes open after my body hit the bed.

Waking up nauseous hours later from a very bad hangover, I rushed into the bathroom, emptying all the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I needed a cold bath as I couldn’t get my head to stop banging relentlessly. It was hours later when I awoke again I felt better and, checking the time on my phone, I realized my battery was dead. I had forgotten to plug in the charger last night.

Getting up, I plugged it in and waited for a few minutes for it to boot. But while waiting, I took my bath and freshened up. There were three messages from Derek and two from Aide. I smiled but I also felt uneasy. I hadn’t been with any man aside from Derek. So I was afraid I’d do something off. There were two missed calls from Xena. So I decided to call her back.

At the first ring, she picked up her phone, sounding like she had just been run over by a truck.

“I feel like I’m dying,” she slurred and I winced. Xena was someone who couldn’t handle her alcohol well. And knowing her, I knew she still drank some more wine when I left yesterday.

“You’ll be fine, Zee. Get a cold bath and sleep. You’ll wake up better,” I advised.

“What can I do without you?” She sobbed dramatically.

“So how did last night go with Kane?” She asked, and I shrugged, trying to remember the events of last night.

“It was okay, I guess,” suddenly all the memories came rushing back and I stilled.

Oh s**t! No, I didn’t talk back at Kane. I didn’t warn him to stay the f**k away from me.

“Summer?” Xena called, but I ended the call and threw my phone on the bed.

Praying to the moon goddess to save me, I ran to the kitchen hoping to find Mrs Gertrude, who would help me beg Kane to forgive me. I hoped she was in the house. Because at this time of the day, at noon, she always goes home. And if she isn't around, I will be in deeper trouble.