Chapter 8 EIGHT

Loretta woke up in a room she wasn't familiar with, her head was throbbing hard, which made her winced in pain. She was still feeling tipsy, but she couldn't sleep again, not until she tried to remember how she had gotten here.

"Miss Loretta," There was a frown on her face when she heard that familiar voice, she was filled with rage and disgust as he was the reason for her two weeks suspension. She turned to him, there was a smirk on his face which seemed to irritate her.

"You devil," She hissed angrily, she hated him for ruining her mission that night. All she could feel right now towards him were anger and irritation, to make matters worse, he had a smirk on his face which she wished she could slap away.

"Devil?" He asked and chuckled, then he started to approach her. He bent over to her and continued. "Is this how you repay me for bringing you to safety?" He asked.

"Repay the fucking hell! Get the hell out of here right now!" She snapped angrily, but he didn't move an inch from where he was, instead he climbed on the bed and pushed her to lie on the bed then climbed on her.

Loretta was alerted at what he was about to do, she pushed him away, but he was too strong for her. He started unbuckling his trousers, Loretta was scared and tried to fight with him.

"Please don't do this," She murmured as a drop of tear fell from her eyes. Ethan stopped what he was doing and laughed at her.

"I didn't have any intention of doing anything to you, if I wanted to have sex with you, I'd have done that since last night," He said, Loretta knew that what he was saying was the truth, and she thanked him for not touching her last night in her drunken state.

"Why did you climb me then?" She asked. Ethan shook his head and climbed down from her.

"An hangover soup was prepared for you while you were asleep," he said as he began to walk towards the door, Loretta quickly sat on the bed.

"I'm also leaving," She said, Ethan frowned and went out of the room. "Where the hell are you going?" She asked and tried to stand up but fell back on the bed, she punched the bed and glared at the door.

She managed to stand up and went over to the table where the hangover soup was on, she sat on the chair and slowly drank the soup. When she was done, she stood up and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were swollen and dark, she hissed in regrets. The bartender was the cause of this.

"I'll break his arms when next I visit there,"She promised herself, and took off her clothes. She turned on the shower and started bathing, the water was cold as it poured on her light skin.

When she was done, she tied herself with the towel that was hung in the bathroom, she then smiled at herself and came out of the bathroom. She couldn't wear her clothes, so she went into the wardrobe that was in the room to take any cloth that could size her.

All the clothes in there were male clothes, Tshirts and pants, she slapped her forehead and took a Tshirt, she put it on her body to check if it was her size, but it was too short for her. She put the shirt back into the wardrobe and began to search for which would size her.

After a while, she found one which was the perfect size for her. She wore it and laughed at herself, the Tshirt was below her knee.

"Manageable," She murmured, just as she was about to leave, she realized that she was wearing nothing underneath. She then searched again in the wardrobe, she took one of his boxers and wore it.

It fell from her waist and she laughed in disbelief. "So his waist is more than mine," She said and removed it then took another one which also fell from her waist, after a long time of searching, she finally gave up and closed the wardrobe. After she was done, she went over to the mirror, there was a comb on the dressing table. She took it and started combing her hair, then let it fall on her shoulder.

She then went over to the lamp stand where she had seen her phone before, it had been switched off. She switched it on and unlocked the phone. She thought of calling Clara, so she could tell Clara about her ordeal, she was shocked when she saw Clara's missed calls.

"That bastard!" She growled, no doubt Ethan must have been the one to switch off her phone. Just as she was about to call back Clara, the door opened and Ethan got in. Loretta shot him a glare as he walked in.

"I assume you're now comfortable," He said and sat on the chair.

"Did you switch off my phone?" Loretta asked as she tried to control her anger, Ethan shrugged and nodded.

"I did switch it off, is there a problem?" He asked as he admitted the truth.

"You're getting on my nerves, Ethan ," Loretta said through gritted teeth. "Why did you switch it off?" She asked again.

"Why?" He asked back and scoffed. "It was disturbing my peace," He replied. Loretta was red with anger, she stood up from the bed and rushed towards him, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and glared daggers at him.

"Don't joke with me Ethan , who gave you the permission to touch my phone?!?" She yelled, Ethan stared at her without a word. Then his gaze travelled around her body, suddenly, a mischievous smile spread around his lips.

"Who gave you the permission to wear my clothes?" He asked as his gaze turned to a lustful one, Loretta swallowed hard and was unable to say anything.