His Name
1237 Words
“And I’m supposed to believe someone who’s b****y drunk?” The man quipped.
“Well at least I’m not afraid of getting drunk.” Alice downed the scotch, the liquid burning on her throat, her lips forming into a smirk, “You’re scared of being drunk.” She stared into his dark eyes lighting up in mirth. She frowned at him. “What?”
“You admitted to being drunk.” he chuckled.
“Whatever.” She looked away from the stupid man. Man, she hardly noticed the contradiction.
The said man sighed, a small smile forming on his lips before he took a careful sip of his drink, “You know, for someone who’s currently facing such a dilemma, you seem to have a lot of wisdom behind that exterior of yours.”
“Huh?” Alice blinked before she burst into laughter and slammed the small glass on the table. “You’re mad.”
“How come?” The man lifted a dark brow. If anything, she seemed to be the one who was mad at the way he looked at her. Maybe she was.
“You can’t be spouting nonsense of what you think I am.” She wiped a non-existent tear and calmed her shaking body, “We’re strangers and you don’t even know my name.” Could he get the hint? Why was she not saying it outright?!
“Well then Miss, you were also saying disapproving statements just a moment ago too you know?” He chuckled. It's either he missed the signal completely or he's playing with her.
She tilted her head, “Like what?” her head throbbed.
He sighed, she was indeed wasted or had a bad memory- “You called me a pussy.”
“Well that’s because you are!” She giggled and reached over for the bottle of scotch.
The man reached out to it and pulled it away, “Nu uh. I think you’ve had enough of it.”
Alice’s cheeks puffed as she stared at him, willing the bottle to end up in her hands. Sadly it did not, “Well then Mr…. at least entertain me.”
“Why should I?”
“You’ve invited me, and all we’ve been- well all I’ve been doing is downing drinks.” She crossed her arms over her chest, “You’re just looking at me in silence, are you a perv?” Alice watched the man’s brows smudge together, “Or maybe you need something from me?”
The man blinked his eyes, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
“Well, that’s not a stretch.” He answered as her jaw dropped.
“Hey! I’m not easy to get okay?” Alice’s face reddened. It was more b****y red than it could have been since she started drinking. The man was hot, really hot… and maybe she would have given him an exception, but that would be going against her- ack her head really hurt!
“The latter part.” He corrected as he tucked the bottle behind him. “I am not someone who’d take advantage of someone inebriated.”
“Good for you then.” The woman mumbled underneath her breath.
“Are you not curious on what I need from you?”
“Well yes, but I don’t really think I can give you anything except my body.”
“Well I’m not an illegal organ collector.”
“Did you really just say that?”
An 'innocent' smile formed on the man’s lips as he nodded.
“Ugh, give me more to drink.” She leaned forward to reach for the bottle behind him. It could have been his a*s instead but she promised Lizzie she wouldn’t paw a male. She’d stick through her word.
The man stopped her by the shoulders, “Now, now miss, I’d want to talk with someone sober.”
“I’m lucid man, I’m lucid.” She sniffed a waft of perfume as he held her back with ease. He smelled like the fresh ocean breeze, gentle and free. “Ah, you smell really good. What’s your perfume?”
The man shook his head, a lopsided smile on his face. “I feel like you should eat something.”
“NO!” Alice pulled away and hugged herself, “I’m gonna puke if I eat.” The thought of food made her want to vomit already.
“Well then, let’s get you some water.” The man lifted a hand to call for the waiter.
After a couple of minutes…
Alice felt more alive and with a throbbing head at that. The man in front of her however seemed barely troubled at all.
“Okay, I’m feeling kind of sober now.” She studied his face, he seemed flawless- not a single blemish or scar, it was as if his face was chiselled by the gods- if that actually made any sense. He probably was extremely fussy, went to an amazing dermatologist or both.
“Good to hear, shall we discuss what I require from you now?” He asked her a question, but the only answered seemed to be a yes.
Well, she wasn’t one to be pushed around.
“No, I want two things.” She stared at his dark grey eyes that levelled with her gaze. He gave her a curt nod and said nothing. “First, I want a glass of scotch.” Man, did that liquid burn through her throat, but nevertheless she wanted to go for another one. She needed it for the second request.
The man’s face showed no signs of disagreement, he pulled the bottle without any hesitation and poured the drink into a glass, pushing it towards her direction.
She greedily reached for it but held it within her hand, “Secondly, I want introductions.” Now his visage showed some surprise, his eyes widening for a moment. She’d relish that brief reaction.
“Introductions?”
“Proper introductions.”
“Very well, good morning my lady.” He held a hand on his chest and bowed his head a bit, a generous gesture.
“Ugh? It’s morning already-?” she stopped midway as she flinched at his irritated gaze at her. “Oops sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” He offered a plain smile, his mood still obvious with the rigidness of his body. This was bad but she’d just shut up and listen to him.
“I would like to introduce myself as Harold.” He held out a hand and she reached back. The man, Harold gave her a firm handshake. She thought she would have been kissed by the hand but she was wrong. “It is a pleasure to meet you…”
“Alice Smith.” She managed a smile, holding back a flinch. Boy, some people were not gentle at all.
She finally had his name, Harold? Quite unlikely.
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