Chapter 4 OFFICE

I could see his face everywhere and it was messing with my head.

"Are you sure?" Belle furrowed her brows tapping her manicured red nails to form a beat. She knew me too well to know there was something up but I can't tell her I'm liking someone after learning of my fiance's infidelity. It doesn't make me different from him, does it?

'Knock knock'

I looked up and the door creaked open with my secretary marching in but something caught my attention a male silhouette was emerging and when it got to the door my eyes bulged.

"Stranger!"

"Drunk!"

Belle and the secretary flicked their gazes from me to the stranger. I didn't know his name and never bothered to ask with thoughts I won't see him again. He looked dapper in a grey suit with his blonde hair styled to the side, his pinkish lips were so kissable.

Shut up!

He didn't look twice these classic when I left after he fed me breakfast. How did he know I work here? I don't remember giving me the address or telling him about my status.

I was a rich girl that didn't act like one. My clothes aren't that expensive neither are the shoes from what you'll think from a billionaire heiress.

"Who's he calling a drunk?" Belle asks and I twitch my lips to the side, unable to answer her. It's a long story and something I'm too embarrassed to narrate in front of him and my secretary.

"You may leave Agnes."

"Thanks, ma'am." My secretary made a light bow and left the room, shutting the door behind her subtly while Stranger glanced around the office with astonishment before focusing his gaze on me.

Cat caught my tongue but I got to spill to kill the thick tension in the room that could be sliced with a knife. "Belle he's..."

"Don't worry you don't have to explain yourself. He's a nice gentleman and with great looks. Have fun." She picks her silver purse and waves at us before hurriedly leaving and closing the door behind us.

It was just the two of us staring at each other like a competition without the other saying a word. He looked better in a suit and it accentuated his muscular biceps and his tall figure.

He could pass for a model and he'll be off the charts. He had it all. But that isn't the case. Why is he here?

"Stranger!" We said in unison and a blush crept up to my cheek while he twisted his lips to a hidden smile. "Speak first." He urged.

"How did you get to Gracewood? I don't remember telling you about my shit."

"Won't you offer me a seat? Nice office." He compliments. Oh.. I've been caught up figuring out how he got here and didn't realise he had been standing.

"Have a seat."

He was now seated and said. "You forgot your bag. I brought it and in there your office and personal things are untouched."

"How dare you rummage through my personal things? Did you steal my belongings to bring it over to play a good samaritan because it won't work?!" It was wrong to act bitchy but I can't let my guards down. It's hard to trust anyone and not just anyone, a stranger with perfect looks won't sway me away.

He dropped my bag on the table and stood up. His calm blue eyes turned haughty and his nose flared up in anger.

"You can take a look at your things. I'm not concerned about your bag but something worth more. Have a nice day Miss Jess."

How did he know my name? Simple thing, he must have seen my passport.

"Who gave you the right to call me Jess?"

He smirked and leaned forward with his hands to the table and blew me a kiss before walking out.

Why did I feel bad for speaking to him in that tone?