Falling Red

9

♤ I drink to forget the world not to get him closer to me ♤

♦ V E R O N I C A ♦

I sigh and snuggle more in my soft and cozy pillow. I lazily rub my eyes and blink before lying back on the pillow when a groan escape from my mouth. My head is bursting with pain as if someone is hammering in my head. Jesus, what did I do the last night? The distorted images of my happening night fill my mind—bar, drinks, dance and then . . .

"I never saw someone so comfortable in other's bed." A series of hot breaths fall into my ears and I frown in my sleep. When do I have a male in the room?

"Mia!" I shout in annoyance. At least at the weekend let me enjoy my peaceful sleep. "Take the hell out your hooker from my room." I cover my face with a pillow. I hate it when these guys barge in my room after eating her up.

"Get up." A hand clutches my arm and instantly my reflex to protect myself takes in. My eyes snap open as I swing the pillow at the person's face. "Fu*k, Red."

Fu*k Red? Red? Fu*k! I jerk up and sat on the bed only to see a fuming Alex glaring at me. I cower back. I did not do it deliberately. Over the years, vigilance has become a part of me. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Your room?" he snaps, outraged before turning back and walking away, "Open your eyes and look around."

As*hole. I mentally roll my eyes. I stretch out my limbs, yawns before taking in everything around me. Deep sh*t. Why the hell everything inside my room resembles Alex's penthouse? I throw the blanket and hurry off the bed. Why am I here? Moreover, why the hell I am in his shirt again? Great achievement, Veronica. You end up in his bed twice in the most miserable way.

"Wait, Alex." I toss my messy hair over my shoulder, wrap the blanket around my body and run out the room following Alex in the living room. "Why am I here anyway? Did you change my clothes last night?" Last time the clothes were sticky and wet but what about last night? I do not remember any reason to pull me out of my dress unless . . . My eyes narrow at the thought.

"You do not remember?" He sits on the couch, leans on the backrest and then cross his legs, giving her a non interested look. He has a plain white T-shirt and a black trousers on and appears so . . . domestic unlike his businessman style.

"Remember what?" Is there something that I should remember? I force myself to think harder but the headache does not let me.

Why it has to be him? Fu*king God of Hell, can't you send someone else to pick me up for the night? Why him? Why!

He scoffs, almost amused as his naughty gaze meets mine and I get the strong feeling that he is going to say something nasty. "Last night you were . . ."

My heart thuds against my chest. I bite down on the inside of my lips and try to not show my anxious expression. Was I very bad? "What?"

"Very wild." He clicks his tongue, looking up at me with a serious expression. Oh Jesus, what did I do last night? "You were so drunk that you did not know what you were doing, and when I help you to get you back to your apartment, you jumped on me like a wild kitten and after that . . ." he trails, spreading his hands out in obvious.

My shoulders relax as I release my breath that I was holding till now. I snort and take a seat beside him, leaving one hand distance between us. "Who the hell think you are that I will jump on you like that? Dream on." Narcissistic. "But why were you there at first place? Are you stalking me?"

He turns his face towards me before twisting his lips at a side. "Stalking you? Do I not have any business other than that? Instead, you should thank me for saving your a*s from a horny dog in heat."

"You almost killed him," I correct him. "Further, how dare you kiss me? That was gross."

However, the s*x goddess in me has woken up from sleep and nudge me against my words. I press her down. For God's sake he is my boss. If others in the hotel get to know this then what reputation will be left? He will be termed at my sugardaddy. Everyone will think that he had deliberately promoted me to Manager's position.

His brows perk up at the nickname 'sugardaddy'. "Oh, Red, trust me you really do not want to see the sugardaddy in me." My cheeks burn red while the s*x goddess whom I have suppressed, purrs. He tilts his head to look at me and the mischievous boyish charm glint in his each action. I have a hard time to control my heart, like this he looks younger and more enthusiastic. "In addition to your question, first, it is already bad enough that I did not kill him," he speaks while taking out one finger and then makes it two, "Second, you were dying to be kissed like a high school virg*n."

Whatever. "That does not change a thing. You are my boss and this should not have happened between us," I glare at him. Do I need to put a banner of I-do-not-want-to-see-you-Alex around me?

He runs his fingers through his hair as if he is controlling himself to snap at me. "You damned woman, you can let a douchebag kiss you but not me."

I pat my hands against my thighs before standing up and securing the blanket around me. "This is the main point, he is not my boss whom I face every day of the week. Do you have a habit of saving every employee who works for you? No, right?" I let out a tired breath out, "Look, I want to make it clear that there will never be, never ever, anything between us. Where is my dress? I need to leave. I had promised Mia to go for shopping today."

"Why are you so damn stubborn, Red." He looks at me. No scratch it. He glares at me with his clenched jaws. "John will arrange the clothes. You are accompanying me to a breakfast meeting."

I glance down at him with puzzled eyes. "What it has to do to me? Call Freya. She is your secretary not me," I hiss.

He picks up the business magazine placed on the table and ignores my protest. He flips the first page and mutters without looking at me, "You believe if I say you will be out of the hotel the next day?"

Threat. It is a pure outrageous threat. This frustrating man is blaming me for being stubborn and what he is? An obstinate and pig-headed jerk.

"Fine," I grit through my teeth. I need this job.