Chapter 6 Put On Your Clothes

The phone rang again and startled Shirley out of her sleep. The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with Isaac's cold gaze. The confusion on her face dissipated as she looked around the room and the memories started to come back to her.

Flushing a bit upon catching herself staring at him, Shirley lowered her head quickly to prevent him from reading the emotions that leaked from her eyes. As it turned out, everything that had happened last night was real, even though she had a hard time accepting the truth after she woke up. Feelings of shame, regret, remorse and anxiety slowly crept over her as she thought of her sister. 'What am I going to do?' she wondered.

"What are you doing here?" Isaac's voice rose in temper.

"I was so drunk..." Shirley's heart sank as she didn't know how to answer his question. It must have been a crazy night.

Isaac sighed helplessly when he noticed that she was flustered. Finally, he picked up the phone and answered the call. "What?" The call was from his friend, Wilson.

The moment Wilson heard Isaac's exasperated voice, he couldn't help feel sorry for Zachary. At this point, death would be an easy way out for Zachary.

"Isaac, listen to me very carefully. Everyone's talking about what happened to you last night. I heard that every reporter in A City is waiting for you outside the Charm Club." Wilson actually just wanted to ask, "Why didn't you shut the door, bro?" However, considering the seriousness of the situation, he decided it would be best not to say that to Isaac.

Isaac responded quickly, grabbing the bath towel from the floor and wrapping it around his waist. He walked to the window with extreme caution and peeked through the curtains to have a look. When he saw the reporters swarming like bees outside the club, a displeased grunt escaped his mouth. "Who did this?"

"Bro, it wasn't us. You know very well that we wouldn't dare. Honestly!"

"Tell that bastard Zac to come here right now!" Isaac spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with anger.

"I'm afraid he has left for Japan just a few hours ago."

"He left the country? Good. Tell him, if he comes back to A City, I'll cut his hand off." Isaac kicked the chair in front of him angrily. Shirley screamed, frightened by his dramatic outburst, as if she was the chair Isaac had just kicked over.

As soon as Wilson heard her scream, he asked, "Is that really Shirley?"

Isaac was bristling in anger at Wilson's comment and he roared in anger. "Fuck off!"

Bang! Frustrated, he threw his phone to the floor, smashing it into pieces.

Meanwhile, Shirley, who couldn't even look him in the eye assumed that he wanted her to leave, so she stood up in a hurry and jumped out of the bed with nothing but a blanket wrapped around her body. However, right after taking the first step, she fell to the floor, not realizing how weak her legs were from last night.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Isaac saw her on the floor the moment he turned around.

Shirley's voice trembled in fear as she had never seen him so angry. "I...I'm sorry, Isaac. I'll be leaving now."

"Leave? Are you crazy? You can't leave now! Do you think the reporters are just going to let you walk away that easily?" Isaac's anger dissipated when he saw her cowering in fear. He recalled how she begged and struggled last night. 'Damn it! What have I done?' he cursed inwardly.

"Reporters? Why are there reporters?" Shirley shot him an incredulous stare. How did the reporters know? The moment she realized that her mother and sister might have already known about what happened, her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

Shirley was lost in her own thoughts, when the doorbell rang and startled her. However, Isaac didn't seem surprised, almost as if he had been expecting it. Whoever it was, it couldn't have been the reporters as this club was still under Zachary's influence. But then, how did the reporters find out about what happened last night? Who was responsible for this fiasco? Needless to say, if Isaac ever found out who orchestrated this, he would certainly make that person pay a high price.

Just before he walked over to the door, he turned around to look at Shirley and said, "Put your clothes on!"

It wasn't until the man's voice rang in her ears that Shirley broke out of her thoughts. She scrambled to gather her clothes from the floor and ran to hide in the bathroom.