The affair

CHAPTER 4

I managed to leave the Cafe shop and went home. I was so demoralized on getting home. I explained everything to Beth with tears in my eyes.

"It's okay Emilia. Just forget about your feelings for Walter and move on"

"How on earth could he act that way?"

"Should we go out and have some drinks?" Beth asked.

"Yes I need to clear my head, let's go.", I told Beth.

"Are you sure you can go out like this?" she asked me.

"Yes I can".

We got ready, and took a cab to Midtown Bar.

Everyone was busy dancing and drinking and I thought to myself, this was what I needed.

I went to the bartender, "Hey, some tequila please. Beth? What do you care for?".

"Same drink".

The bartender gave as we ordered. I took the first shot , it got to my brain. I ordered another shot, yea, I feel better. I got on the dance floor,I loved how I was feeling. I took more shots of tequila and continued dancing. Soon I felt like throwing up so I went outside, I felt uneasy, my head was spinning but not so serious. I took my phone to call Beth cause I couldn't go back inside the bar, so I pressed the dial button and made a call the phone rang and there was an answer, I didn't know what I was saying but I heard the voice ask where I was and I gave my location, while I was still waiting outside a guy I didn't know, walked closer to me, I know I was drunk but I got still see clearly, he was trying to harass me while I pulled away and the next thing I saw was a punch on the guys face, I turned to my right to see who punched him, it wasn't someone I was expecting maybe I wasn't seeing clearly because of the alcohol I took, I tried harder to see who it was, though the face was looking a bit familiar, he held me by the hand I drag me away from where I was standing, when we got to the light, his face became clearer, it was Walter.

What was he doing here? For a minute I felt like it was a dream, is Walter actually standing in front of me? Yes he was. He carried me in his hand and took me to where his car was parked, I could no longer feel my legs, I felt a bit weak, then he opened the door and placed me on the front passengers seat, I couldn't say anything, I was just thinking to myself, how did Walter find me here, was he also in the bar, did he track me down here? I was still trying to figure it out but I couldn't. I don't remember what happened next.

Walter's POV

After paying the bills for the coffee we had ordered, I stood up and left Emilia at The Cafe shop without giving her a reason. I actually had no reason, I just wanted her to feel she wasn't my kind of girl. I wanted to see her reaction.

I was surprised to get a call from her around 11pm. She was calling because of how I left her at The Cafe Shop, I don't owe her an explanation I said to myself. For a second thought, I picked, let me hear what she has to say, the place was noisy, I could barely hear her, I asked "where are you Emilia"

The only thing I heard from her was that she was at a Midtown bar. What could she be doing there by this time?

She was speaking gibberish. I thought to myself she was drunk. I quickly picked up my car keys, turned on my GPs and drove to her location.

Getting there, I tried calling back but her line wasn't reachable, turning to my left, I saw a guy trying to harass a lady and she was hesitant and from the voice I knew it was Emilia. I quickly rushed to her rescue and gave the stupid guy a nice punch.

"Are you okay?" She just stood there smiling and looking at me. I carried her to my car since she found it difficult to move. I opened the door and placed her in the front seat beside me. I had intentions of booking a hotel room for her but what would it say about my reputation? Tomorrow morning the news paper headlines would read "Walter Green took a drunk girl to an hotel". I couldn't give them that opportunity and I didn't want to take a total stranger to my house but I was left with no other option, it's either I see myself in the front pages of the newspaper or I take her to my house. I drove her to my house for Safety reasons since I couldn't take her to her place which I had no Idea of. On our way to my house she slept off in the car. I drove into my premises and parked just in front of my house, I didn't bother to park in the garage. I came out of the car then I opened the door where she was seated and carried her. She smelled like alcohol. What kind of stress was this girl putting me through? Was I her nanny? She was already asleep, at this point my complaint was unnecessary.

I carried her upstairs to my room. I opened the bathroom door and turned on the shower to help her clean up and also change to a new cloth because she had soiled herself with vomit from the alcohol she took. When I was done I took her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed and then I covered her with the duvet. She was fast asleep. I watched her as she slept for a while and I went back to my computer to continue working. After I was done with work I laid down on the couch to sleep. The next morning, I woke up before her. I went downstairs to the kitchen to make her some coffee to help with the alcohol she took last night. I knew she would wake up with a serious headache.

I went back into the room, she was awake but the curtains were down so she struggled to see me, I drew the curtains open. She looked shocked to see me from her expression, she raised the duvet to see if we had made out last night, I just kept staring at her. When she was done, I handed her the coffee I had made. She took it, she couldn't look at my face.

Was she shy or what?