One Night Stand with Her Obsessed Billionaire Boss

CHAPTER SIX: THE MAN WHO HELD ON

LIORAÉ

“Here.” Soren handed me a first-aid box. I took it from him as he sat carefully next to me. I dropped it on the coffee table, opening it and carefully rummaging through the contents of the box.

I took out an ointment and some Q-tips alongside bandages. I turned to him, and his steady eyes on me made me shift in my seat. I cleared my throat, trying to figure out what my next action was supposed to be.

“Can you please stop looking at me like that, sir?” I murmured, looking down, still feeling his eyes burning holes into my skin.

“Like how?” His voice was steady and slow, as if he was truly trying to decipher what my words meant.

“Like that,” I murmured, unable to truly explain what that meant. I just knew I did not like the way he stared at me. I pulled his hand and checked out the wound on his knuckles.

“That must hurt,” I said as I first wiped down the blood on them gently until the surface was cleaned up. I pressed the ointment out onto the Q-tip and rubbed it over the wounds. I was not sure if I was doing well because he was not reacting, and even though I did not look up, I could feel his gaze on me.

Once I was finished cleaning up the wound. I finally looked up. I gulped loudly and looked around the room.

“I cleaned up the wound, so I will take my leave now.” I tried to get up, but as soon as I stood up, he pulled me down so that I almost landed on his lap.

“Mr Vale!” I gaped as I shifted away, creating a reasonable gap between us.

“Where are you off to?”

“Home”

“Are you going to leave me hurt here?” he asked, pulling a puppy face. He almost had me convinced. I cleared my throat and shook off the feeling that hovered over my shoulders from his look.

“I cleaned up your wound, and it is not anything serious; you should be okay,” I said, trying to dismiss the conversation. Why was I even having this in the first place?

“I got hurt because of you,” he added, like I were not aware of the fact. I felt words bubbling in my chest, but none of them were going to make sense in this situation.

I would have been really hurt if he had witnessed that man trying to get me to sleep with him and just turned a blind eye, yet his actions of saving me made me feel like I had been boxed into a corner.

“What else do you want me to do?” I asked even though I felt like I was stepping into a pit of my own free will.

His lips curled as soon as the question left my mouth. “Are you going to do it?” he asked and ended with a snicker.

I gulped and nodded. It was better to accept and get whatever this was over with. The faster I paid off my debt to him, the faster I got out of here.

“You can’t take your words back,” he said, and silence descended. I opened my mouth to refuse the offer because of the sudden, eerie feeling that crept up my back, but he already beat me to speaking.

“Stay here tonight and make sure that I am fine,” he finished, and I shook my head.

“I…I…I…poss…possibly can’t,” I managed to stutter, trying to get up and find a way out of there. His hand enclosed mine and pressed against my wrist. “Mr Vale, I can’t,” I said with a headshake.

He leaned in, his breath fanning my cheeks with how close he was, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. “Soren,” he corrected, like that was the key to saving the world from its ruin.

“You are my boss, and I can’t be found at your home.”

“You are my assistant,” he said, like that was some magical word and it should solve all the world’s problems. I swallowed, feeling his cologne leave a trail down my throat. “If anyone has an issue with how you work, then you can tell them to take it up with me,” he finished and then got up for the first time that night.

His hand wrapped against the first-aid box, and the other on my wrist. “You would stay here tonight and take care of me.”

“Is that part of my responsibilities?” I asked. I knew the answer to that question, but I wished he would say yes so it would at least make me feel better.

“If I say yes, would you feel a bit more at ease?” I nodded, and he smiled as if he was mocking me before the words slipped out of his mouth. “Okay then, yes!”

He did not wait for me to say anything more before he pulled me out of the living room and deeper into the mansion. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but no matter what I did, his grip tightened against my hands.

He pushed open a door and stepped in before pulling me in. His hand found the switch on the wall, and he pressed it. The dark room came alive with dim lights shining against the very neatly arranged room.

What was this place? Why were we here? The questions spun around in my mind, but his voice cut them off at once.

“You will sleep here.”

“Sleep here?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Oh, sir, I do not need to sleep if I am taking care of you all night.” I was here to work, and I was not going to allow anything he said to get to my head. This was work and nothing more.

“You have to sleep.”

“Then is…”

“You sure have a lot to say, don’t you?” He cut me off, and the trail of words got lost in my brain. “Just rest.” He pushed me deeper into the room.

I stood still as I waited for him to leave or do something else. “I am waiting. Aren’t you going to climb into bed?”

“Aren’t you going to bed?”

“Not until I have seen you go to bed.” He pointed to the bed, and I shook my head.

“I can’t possibly, sir; I have to change and…” I wrapped my head over my body; the memory of that night and how his hands trailed against my body crept up into my mind like a memory I could not forget.

“I have seen it all; you can change in front of me.” He was too calm to be saying something like that.

“Mr Vale…”

“Soren, and this is going to be the last time I correct you,” he said, like a warning. I gulped and tried the name against my tongue again, feeling my heart ready to leap out of my chest.

“Soren,” I tried once more, and it felt like something I was born to say, yet my heart beating against my chest was an indication that it was wrong. “Can I at least get something comfortable to change into? Maybe an old t-shirt?”

He spun at once, leaving me in the fairly lit room; he came back a few moments later with a bundle of shirts in hand. Considering how much bigger he was than I, the one I picked out of the pile ended up being a short gown for me, stopping right underneath my bum.

I hurried to the bathroom, changing into it before I stepped out to face him. “Come on,” he said. I watched as his eyes followed me as I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my body.

“Are you going to stand there and watch me sleep?” He shook his head.

“I just want you to get in bed before I leave,” he replied, and I nodded. The faster way to get him out of here was to say what he wanted.

As I closed my eyes in bed, I felt his hand pull up the blanket to my neck. I wanted to look at him once again, but I feared that something I had not bargained for was going to happen. Of course, my life was that messed up because I surely did not have that kind of luck ever in my life.

The man I thought I was having a one-night stand with had to be my boss. I felt his hand brush my hair gently, and my breath caught in my throat as I tried to ignore the burning feeling of his fingertips against my skin.

‘Maybe you need to quit, Lioraé,’ my mind screamed at me. I was so sure that this was nothing I couldn't handle.

“Good night,” I heard him finally murmur. He moved, the light in the room going off, and then the door closed after him just a moment later.

I hurried into a sitting position, the darkness of the room overwhelming me at once. Was I growing into something else? Because why did his weird attitude make me feel safer than I have ever been?

My phone buzzed with messages, and when I looked down at it, my mom was sending messages, angry that I had not shown up for dinner that night with Evan, and now she was embarrassed.

I threw myself back onto the bed, my head bouncing off the pillow. “How the hell am I going to explain this?” I murmured to myself as I shut my eyes, trying to at least catch a moment of sleep.