Chapter 3 Midnight visitor

(Randall's POV)

Francis' words kept echoing in my head.

Did I end up with Patricia just like that inexplicably? Because of an absurd gamble?

Impatient, I tugged on my tie, leaned back on the sofa, and closed my eyes.

Ethan reminded aloud, "It was getting late, do you want to go back?"

He seemed to be waiting for me to say my next destination.

But I haven't opened my mouth or my eyes.

After a long silence, the sound of Ethan's phone call broke the silence in the box.

"Mister Rayfiel is drunk. Would you please come to the BON club ?The box number is 203."

Obviously, Ethan called Patricia.

I quietly waited for her response on the other end of the phone. The box was so quiet that her voice could clearly come out from the phone-

"Ethan, you made the wrong call. I have already resigned, and I took sick leave today. There are many capable secretaries in the secretarial department, and there are even more who can be on call at any time. You can contact others."

Immediately afterwards, a cold busy tone came from the phone, and she hung up.

Ethan looked back at me with some helplessness.

Patricia had never lost her temper since she became my secretary.

She cared a great deal about precisely the same things that mattered to me. Even the occasional bad taste in bed, she's always only 100% cooperative.

She was such a good and inoffensive person who was close to a robot. It seemed that Patricia never have a temper, and even a little boring in the long-term relationship.

However, she just hung up Ethan's phone directly.

I putted on a grave expression " She is getting bolder, huh? "

Ethan asked tentatively, "Do I need to call another secretary?"

I glanced at him impatiently.

Ethan was acting stupid more often today.

The staff of Rayfiel Company's secretarial department were known in the industry for their excellent work ability and appearance.

After Patricia became my secret lover, a few people subconsciously assumed that I would continue to pick a new lover from the secretariat.

In fact, I had never kept a dubious relationship with any other woman.

Ethan didn't speak anymore. It seemed that he had given up on the illusion that I could end this boring drinking party sooner.

Time passed by, and when I finally decided to leave, there was a knock on the door of the box.

I subconsciously thought, could it be Patricia?

Ethan immediately went over and opened the door.

The lights in the box were dim, so I couldn't see clearly, but at first glance I recognized that the woman at the door was not Patricia.

The woman walked in slowly. Ethan was stunned, and asked her, "Why are you here?"

I finally saw the woman's face.

I called out her name, "Alina?"

A surprised smile appeared on Alina's face, "Yes. It was me."

Alina was one of the female secretaries in the secretarial department. My impression of her was that she was the only colleague who would have lunch with Patricia.

Alina stepped forward and said cautiously, "Mister Rayfiel, Patricia said you were drunk and asked me to take you back."

I asked coldly, "Did she let you come?"

Alina nodded subconsciously.

Drunkenness and anger surged up, and my patience ran out.

"Get out."

Alina was startled, her shoulders trembled slightly and she froze in place.

Ethan was speechless, "Are you Mister Rayfiel's secretary, or Miss Hawn's secretary? Do what she asks you to do?"

Alina was incoherent, "I...I..."

Ethan waved his hand, "It was enough.. You had better go back."

Ethan turned his head and looked at me carefully, "I'll take you back."

This time, I didn't even bother to give him a look.

(Patricia's POV)

I was sleeping at Jennifer's house when Ethan called me.

After the inspection, I went back to her house with the keys Jennifer gave me. Today Jennifer was going to the hospital to work the night shift and won't be back until the next morning.

I was alone at Jennifer's house, enjoying a rare peace of mind.

For the past four years, I had hardly had any alone time.

Randall was a true workaholic. As his personal secretary, I was often forced to work overtime, and I spent the rest of my rest time in bed with him.

Now I seemed to have just found myself.

After lunch, I felt a little sleepy. Jennifer once told me that sleepiness and gluttony are normal reactions of pregnant women, so I didn't need to worry too much.

If I hadn't been awakened by a phone call, I would have slept until the next morning.

I picked up the phone in a daze, until I heard the male voice on the opposite side, and I woke up instantly.

I was a little puzzled: "Ethan, It was so late, what was the matter with you?"

Ethan was silent for a moment, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone, "Mister Rayfiel is drunk..."

I reacted quickly. Although the caller was Ethan, he had Randall's tacit approval.

I couldn't help laughing sarcastically.

Randall wanted to break up, we did. And he didn't even say a word to me in person, Ethan handled it the whole time. And now, he ordered Ethan to call me back in less than a day?

I had a good temper, but I was not really without a little temper.

I lay lazily under the covers and politely declined this unreasonable request. Then, he hung up the phone immediately, without any hesitation.

Did the famous Mister Rayfiel need a secretary to pick up?

Then I would call a secretary for him right away.

I took out my phone and called Alina directly.

She lived near the BON club and had long coveted the position of Randall's personal secretary, showing a strong interest.

"Calling me so late, you'd better be really urgent."

Alina yawned, her tone not very good.

In the past few years at the Rayfiel Company, Alina has also helped me a little bit.

Although our personalities didn't get along well and we couldn't become good friends in private, It was still okay to give her some favors.

"Mister Rayfiel got drunk at the BON club and needs a female secretary to pick him up."

"Sorry?"

"Do you need me to repeat it? Tonight, Mister Rayfiel needs a female secretary."

Alina was silent for a moment, "Understood, I'll go over immediately."

Apparently, she took my cues.

Before hanging up the phone, Alina asked with some schadenfreude, "Patricia, is your relationship with Mister Rayfiel really over?"

Although I had accepted this fact, I still felt bad when I heard these words coming out of someone else's mouth.

"Yes. Alina. I dumped him. Are you satisfied with the answer?"

In fact, Alina didn't really care whether I broke up with Randall or he dumped me.

I guess after Alina hung up the phone, she should dress up and go to meet Randall in a hurry.

I lost sleep after being woken up by Ethan's call, so I just got up and got something to eat.

There was half of the pizza Jennifer left in the fridge yesterday, and I put it in the microwave to warm it up.

Recently I felt hungry all the time, but I couldn't eat much.

While I was waiting for my pizza,phone kept ringing.

Over the years with Randall, I met many people from all walks of life. ​​

This morning, I took the time to sell the house, car and some brand-name bags second-hand. Because the price was much lower than the market price, the agent sent me a message to inform me that many of them had already been sold.

The villa where I usually dated with Randall was also wanted by a buyer. The agent asked me to interview tomorrow and show the buyer the house.

I took the pizza out of the microwave, and while eating the pizza, I replied to the agent's message, discussing the specific time to meet tomorrow.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Could it be that Jennifer left work early?

"Jennifer? Is that you?"

I got up and opened the door, but there was no one at the door.

I frowned, and just as I was about to close the door, a hand suddenly stretched out beside me, grabbed my wrist, and pulled it hard.

"what!"

Unprepared, I was dragged out directly, screamed, and my whole body was dragged into the man's arms.

I looked up in panic, only to see the man's familiar chin. The tip of the nose smelled a clean and fresh smell that belonged to that man.

It was him? !

Why did Randall come here all of a sudden?

Before I could ask any questions, the next second, I was carried into the house.

Randall closed the door with a backhand, and dry hump me against the back of the door.

My lips were rudely blocked by him. His kisses tasted like bourbon and margaritas.

The next thing I know, my hands were clasped by him and raised above my head. His other hand took my hair and made me look up and kiss even harder.

What the hell was he trying to do!

Our teeth met, and the tip of his tongue stuck in. Desire spreads through my body like a bomb, and my blood boils.

Resisting the urge to kiss him back, I gasped and pleaded, "Let me go."

Then, I turned my face away and tried not to look at him.

Randall took my chin, twisted my face back, fixed it, and forced me to look at him.

His tie was torn off, and the buttons on his neckline were also unbuttoned, exposing his collarbone. The hormones of this man were bursting, and there was an indescribable sexiness on his body, which was enough to fascinate every woman who saw him.

"Patricia, why are you escaping from me?"

He called my name softly over and over again, and then his fingers drilled into my clothes skillfully. He quickly found the button of my underwear and untied it.

In an instant, I woke up from my desire.

The next second, there was a resounding slap as I struck Randall violently across the face.

The movement from him stopped instantly.

He looked down at me, and his expression still calm.

It was just the coldness in those eyes that seems to freeze me into ice.