Entangled

Chapter Four of Entangled

CHAPTER 4

Rose

The warmth of the early morning sun and the excited chatter of birds woke me up from my slumber, and I rolled over, luxuriating in the feel of the softest sheets I've ever felt in my life under my skin.

Even the sheets smelled like…

Sin, chocolate, s*x, and sandalwood.

My eyes bolted open and I sat up straight in panic.

The sheets fell from my naked body, baring my breasts to the sun.

I instantly snatched it up, only for my progress to be stopped by a heavy weight, weighing down the cloth.

My eyes widened in horror when I saw the strange man lying down with his eyes closed next to me, snoring peacefully.

I scrambled out of the bed in shock, not caring that I was half naked and however, that was on the other side of the clear, floor-to-ceiling windows could see my bare ass cheeks.

I was too busy trying to rack my brain for a memory of who this strange dude was but anything from the previous night was a blur.

I tried to take a step further but I nearly fell flat on my face from the sudden headache that pounded through my skull, threatening to break it down the middle.

Speaking of the previous night, I managed to squint through my half-closed eyelids, searching for my bag, purse, shoes…anything.

I snagged a discarded bathrobe off the floor, wrapping it around my body while I stumbled into the bathroom.

The harsh white lights were terrible on my head, making me wince as I tried to splash water on my face.

I was even more horrified by my expression in the mirror. My mascara had run over, giving me raccoon eyes- not in a sexy way- and my hair was stringy and damp. I even smelled faintly of liquor.

Jesus H Christ, what the hell happened to me last night?

I got answers when I emerged from the bathroom taking another door that led to the living area, seeing three empty wine bottles as well as whipped cream, cheese, a half-empty Ores packet, and rose petals.

No wonder last night was a blank.

I finally managed to locate my phone buried in between couches, which was buzzing like crazy.

It was Lauren.

“Oh, my God! Do you want to give me a heart attack?!” She screamed into the phone, making my head throb. “I've been trying to reach you all night but you weren't picking up. I was so worried.”

Twinges of guilt crept up my body. “I'm sorry. It turns out I was s**t-faced drunk.”

I'm just glad you're okay.” She blew out a breath of relief. “So, are you coming back anytime soon so you can get ready?”

“Ready for what?” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

Lauren scoffs disbelievingly. “You're joking, right? Please don't tell me you forgot that you have your interview/ job to start today.”

I freeze, slapping the heel of my palm on my forehead. “Crap, I forgot!”

I immediately searched around for my clothes, jumping into them as I spoke on the phone.

I heard a thump sound from the other room, and panic set in.

I desperately wanted to avoid an awkward morning-after situation, so I did the only thing a girl in my situation could do.

I bolted.

Dashed right out of his apartment, into another world of luxury and gleaming gold floors.

Just how drunk was I yesterday, because nothing seemed familiar as I walked past.

Thankfully, the doorman was occupied with much more pressing things to look my way, so I slipped out into the street unnoticed.

It took me twenty minutes to hail a cab and direct it towards Lauren's apartment.

Checking the time, I had less than an hour to dress, freshen, and head over to my new job at Kings Industries.

The interview was just a formality to get familiar with HR before I was assigned to my workspace.

“Finally! I've been waiting.” Lauren received me with open arms, before rapidly drawing back and holding her breath.

“Do I stink that bad?” I sniffed at my armpits. “I thought-”

“No time.” She pushed me into the bathroom, yelling from behind closed doors. “I made breakfast to-go, and brought out a set of outfits for you to choose from.”

My heart swelled with love. “Have I told you how much I love you recently?”

“Just shower!” She yelled.

I chuckled, obeying her command. In less than ten minutes, I was out feeling like a new human being.

I scarfed down half of my breakfast, popping in two aspirins and I randomly selected outfits before I dashed out the door again.

The whole morning went by so fast, it made my heart spin.

I pushed in the massive doors of the King Industries building, a pep in my step.

The receptionist was a bubbly, petite blond girl with her hair packed into a tight bun. “How may I help you?”

“I'm here for my job.” At the lady's blank face, I got the hint and searched through my purse for the rumpled-up mail delivered to me, sliding it on the counter. “Here.”

She cautiously opened it up, reading the contents. “You'll need to meet with Ms. Bee. First door down the right.”

I followed her directions, meeting a door half ajar.

I knocked once, the movements making the door swing open. “Hi.”

A stern-looking middle-aged woman sat down behind a huge desk, glasses perched on her nose. The plaque on her desk read 'Madame'

Those cold eyes moved up and down my body.

“Who're you?”

“I'm Rose Hill. I was sent an acceptance letter and was told to show up here today.”

A spark of recognition in her eyes. “Ah, yes. Please sit.”

I did as instructed, folding my hands primly on my lap while I waited.

“It was stated here that you've got experience as a marketing executive and an assistant?” Madame asked, those pale eyes all too knowing.

“Yes.”

“It's settled then. You'll be the person assistant/ secretary to the boss, Bishop King.” She stated, watching me for a reaction but I was at a loss.

I think…

Why did that name sound familiar?