The Boss in New York

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight:

"This drink is soooooo goooooood," I slurred while dancing to the beat of electric dance music.

Jasmine giggled. "Telll meeee ab-abouuuut i-iit."

Someone grabbed her waist. He looked half cast and I must say, he was charming.

"Want to dance with me?" He asked with a European accent. Ugh, that lucky bastard.

She winked at me and went with the guy. That bastard left me alone!

Without a care in the world, I danced and danced to the beat of the various music while I drank and drank. I didn't care about the world right now and I know I'm going to regret this the next morning.

I went to the toilet and did my business. I looked at myself on the vandilized mirror and smiled. I did look like s**t but I felt happy. I needed another drink.

I fixed my hair into a sleek ponytail and tugged on my red cocktail dress Jasmine has chosen me. I must say, I looked hot.

I got out of the toilet and made my way towards the bar. It was crowded but when men saw me, they immediately made way for me to walk through and I sat on the bar stool.

"What would the lovely lady want?" The bartender asked. He had dirty greasy brown curly hair and an acne covered face.

I looked at him and smiled. "Alize with lemonade, please."

He looked surprised and just nodded. "Coming right up."

My drink finally arrived and I took two large gulps. He looked surprised.

"Want to tell me what happened?" He asked.

I kept my smile. "I don't talk to strangers."

Someone tapped my shoulder. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing in this club?" That voice sounded so familiar.

I gulped and turned around, my smile still not faded. It was Brendan. Crap! I grinned. "Oh, it's you!"

"Kristine?" He looked surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"To have fun, silly!" I giggled. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm with my friends - "

"Awesome." I took another large gulp of my drink and I felt that burning sensation on my throat.

"You're drunk," He stated.

I looked at him up and down, going near him and playing with his coat. "And you're wearing too many clothes."

He sighed. "Kristine, please don't," He groaned.

"Why not?" I whispered in his ear and I lightly nibbled on it.

He groaned and lightly pushed me away.

I looked at him and his melting blue eyes showed worry with a hint of lust. Why?

I gasped. "You're not rejecting me, are you?" I started to sob.

He quickly hugged me and caressed my hair. "Please don't cry. I don't want to take advantage of you."

I sobbed. "Fine," I pushed him away. "By that way. I'll just find someone else who will agree to my needs," I huffed and stormed to the middle of the dance floor, dancing sexier than before.

I felt a guy wrap their arm around me. "Hey, sexy," He purred. "Wanna dance?"

I looked at his blue eyes. His blue eyes weren't as alluring as Brendan's but they were filled with so much lust.

We danced and danced - more like grinding - and I could feel someone's stare on my back. Must be Brendan.

"Do you want to get out of here, babe?" He whispered in my ear.

I nodded in delight. I started walking with him but I felt another warmer hand grab my free hand.

"You're not going anywhere," He ordered. I turned around and saw Brendan.

"Dude, she's mine," The unknown guy said. "Back off."

"Yeah, Brendan, I'm his," I hissed.

Brendan rolled his eyes and turned to look at the guy. "Do you even know her name?"

"Why does it matter? She's only a slut," The guy answered.

I gasped and that made Brendan mad. In a split of a second, Brendan's fist made contact with the guy's jaw.

"Dude, what the hell?" He exclaimed.

"Don't you ever talk about Kristine that way," Brendan threatened.

The guy laughed bitterly. "Yeah, you can have the slut. There are many fish in the sea."

I stood there stunned.

"Shut the f**k up before I punch you again," Brendan said venomously.

The guy smirked. "Make me."

And then it happened. Brendan's fist made another contact with the guy's face and that's when I blacked out.

~

When I woke up, I had the world's biggest headache ever. I covered my face with the soft duvet and protected my eyes from the bright sunshine and made myself comfortable on the soft bed.

"Good morning, sunshine," Someone whispered beside me.

And that's when realization struck me. My eyes shot open in a flash and I wasn't in my room. I panicked. I looked at the person next to me and I groaned.

"Why am I here?" I demanded.

"There's a painkiller beside you," He said.

I turned around and quickly grabbed the painkiller. Getting up with the duvet with me, I sat up and winced in pain and drank the painkiller along with the water.

I made myself comfortable on the bed again, lying on my back.

"Why am I here?" I asked him again.

He looked amused. "You don't remember, do you?"

I put my hand on my head and tried to remember. It was very painful but it worked thankfully - kind of. "All I remember is Jasmine ditched me, I went to the toilet, and I saw you for like a second and that's it."

He smirked. I quickly looked underneath the duvet covers and thank God I was still in my cocktail dress. I looked at his bare shoulders and back to his eyes.

"Nothing happened, right?" I asked him, double checking. For all I know, after he's taken advantage of me he would've put my clothes back to make it look like we never had s*x.

He shook his head. "Nothing."

I looked at his beautiful sculptured face and I saw a little bruise underneath his eye.

I touched it and I felt a tingling sensation on the tips of my finger. "What happened?" I whispered.

He took my hands in his and kissed the tip of my fingers.

"You really don't remember, do you?"

I nodded sadly. He trailed his finger lightly to my ear, nose, cheek, jaw, and lips, leaving a trail of tingles along.

"I got into a fight last night," He stated.

"What, why?" I gasped.

"Well, let's just say someone wanted to take advantage of you," He said.

I frowned. "I'm really sorry!"

And then a flashback came into my mind. 'You can have the slut. There are many fish in the sea.' I frowned even more and tears tried to escape my eyes.

"Shh," He cooed, "It's okay. I'm not hurt."

"Am I really a slut?" I whispered, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

He lightly gasped. "So you do remember?"

"Not everything but I remember him telling me that I'm only a slut and about there are many fish in the sea," I told him.

He looked intently into my eyes and said, "Kristine, you are not a slut. You are the most elegant, beautiful girl in the world and you are nowhere near a slut."

I burst into tears and rested my head on his chest. Those words made me too emotional. That's the first time anyone has ever told me that and it felt nice that I'm actually hearing it. I'm not seeking for attention but it just feels soothing.

"Thank you," I whispered and cuddled with him.

It has been probably an hour and I don't understand why he's being so nice to me. I also don't know why I feel slightly attached to him. But it feels good. It feels right.

"Don't you have work?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "I took the day off just to spend it with you."

I gasped. "You didn't have to do that!"

He shrugged. "I thought you may need me for answers."

I smiled at him. That was very thoughtful of him. "Thank you."

He smiled - a real smile! "You're welcome."

My stomach growled. He chuckled.

"You're hungry," He stated.

I blushed and nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

I shrugged. "It just happened."

He chuckled. "Do you want lunch?" He asked.

I nodded. "What time is it in the first place?"

He looked at his phone. "2:15."

I gasped. "Oh wow. It's late"

He chuckled. "No shit."

I gave him a playful glare and slapped his chest.

He chuckled and shuffled to stand up. I pouted a little bit but thankfully he couldn't see as his bare back was facing me. Oh God. When he stood up, he was only in his boxers, he faced me and stretched. Oh God. I gulped and his 6 pack was calling me. I wanted to run my fingers along it and make love to it right here, right now.

He chuckled and clicked his fingers. "A picture lasts longer."

I made a sour face. "In your dreams, Johnson."

"Oh, we're in a last name basis now? I like it," He winked.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, slightly losing my balance but regaining it quickly.

I looked at him and he was looking at my chest. My breasts were kind of slipping out of the dress and my bra made it look bigger.

I snapped my fingers at him. "Eyes up here," I said, pointing at my face.

He blushed and walked out of the door. Did he just really blush? I must admit, it was cute on him. I followed him out of the door as soon as I got my heels on.

The only thing I could hear in the house was my shoes clicking against the marbled floor and the sizzling of the frying pan from the kitchen. The house is a penthouse in one of the most luxurious hotels in New York, of course. It was HUGE! It was beautiful. The view was amazing.

I went to the kitchen and saw Brendan sitting down on the island stool, happily sipping his coffee and reading his newspaper.

I sat beside him. I noticed that there was a girl who was making breakfast. She looked at me and I smiled at her. She did nothing. What a snob!

"So what are you doing today?" I asked Brendan.

He shrugged. "Do you have any plans for the day?"

I playfully glared at him. "As I've quitted my job, no, I don't have anything else better to do."

He looked at me. "Go out with me."

I was slightly taken back. "Wh-what?"

He shook his head. "I said, go out with me."

"On a date?" I squeaked.

"Yes, on a date, hunny."

"Oh, um, I - I - " I inhaled and smiled. "I would love to."

He grinned. "Great." He kissed my cheek and I shivered. "Bailey has cooked us pancakes and bacon and egg."

I nodded. "Awesome."

Bailey gave us our plate filled with food. "Coffee?" She asked in a high pitched voice.

I shook my head. "I don't drink coffee."

"But why did Josh give you caramel coffee?" Brendan asked confused.

I looked at him strangely. "How did you know?" I asked him slowly.

"I saw him and I saw the label," He shrugged.

That made more sense. "I only like Caramel coffee. Normal coffee makes me vomit. I live my life in frappuccinos," I grinned.

"Caramel?" He asked, chuckling.

"With cream and no coffee," I grinned, taking a bite out of my food. It wasn't the best but I sure as hell could make something better. "I can make you breakfast better than this," I whispered in his ear, giggling.

He smiled and shook his head. "I would be the judge of that."

I smiled and laughed. I liked this Brendan. He wasn't the cold and arrogant Brendan I knew. This Brendan is the Brendan who people actually love and admire. And I love this Brendan. Wait, what?