Chapter 6 6

The next morning, I woke up to see myself in bed with Adrian lying right next to me. I couldn't believe how this happened. My head felt so heavy. I was having a migraine. I held my head and winced a little. I got out of bed, realizing what had just happened. We had a one-night stand! This can't be happening to me right now? How did I let this happen? I was so drunk that I didn't know what was about to happen. I blame this on alcohol. I shouldn't have had anything to drink.

I quickly got changed. I need to leave this room before he notices it. I don't know how to react when I get to the office. I picked up my bag and left immediately.

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When I got home, the first thing I did was take a bath. I still don't know how I let that happen. I can't even remember how it happened. The last thing I remember was me helping him into the car and then taking him to his house. I was also drunk, but I could still drive. I shook the thought away. I need to get dressed for work. I'll act like nothing happened. Yes, that's what I'm going to do. I'll go to that office and pretend nothing happened. It's best for me. I can't leave that job now that I need it more than anything ever.

I got out and changed into new corporate wear. I wore pants today. I combed my hair and applied a little balm to my lip. What am I doing? My subconscious asked. I'm not trying to impress him in any way.

I headed out of my room without having breakfast. I was late already.

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Surprisingly, he was in the office. Maybe he was still sleeping the same way I left him. I shook the thought away. I'll act like nothing happened, I said mentally to myself. I won't give him something to talk about. I arranged his desk and prepped before he came in. I grew tired of waiting. The coffee I made for him was almost getting cold. I decided to drink it. I yawned loudly. I really need some rest. I feel so tired because I didn't have enough sleep last night. My head was aching badly, but I was stubborn, so I still came to work.

I went to lie on the couch, hoping to take a nap before he comes in. It'll be a quick one, I promised myself.

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"Olivia!... wake up!" I heard a familiar voice say. I thought I was dreaming, but then the voice yelled my name louder, and I snapped my eyes open. I realized I'd been sleeping. Asher was standing above me. I jumped up at the shock. I swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize I slept off."

He gave me a long look, then said, "Why did you get on my couch with your filthy shoes on?" I gasped at the insult. Did he just insult my shoes? These are designer shoes. If there's anything I'm good at doing, it's getting good shoes. I love good shoes. I bit my lips before I could say something that would vex him. "I'm sorry, sir," I said, like I wasn't mad that he just insulted my shoes.

"Now get back to work," he said and headed to sit in his chair.

Wait! Did he forget that something happened between us last night? The fact that he was acting like nothing happened makes me wonder if he was pretending or he actually forgot. I won't be the one to raise that issue. He should at least say something about it, but he didn't.

I headed back to work.

I checked my wristwatch and saw that I had been sleeping for three hours. Did he just come in? I saw another cup of coffee on his desk. Did he make that while I was sleeping? Why do I even care?! I shook the thought and continued my work. I can feel his eyes on me, but I acted like I didn't care.

A few hours later, work was over. I took permission to leave, but he shook his head, insisting that I add another hour. Why would he want me to stay back when I was done with work? I have only a few hours to catch the bus. I can't miss the last bus.

"Please, sir, I need to head home. I might miss the last bus," I said to him as a matter of fact.

"I'll drop you home," he insisted.

Ok, what's wrong with him? Why act like we are fighting one minute and the next minute he wants to act like we are cool? I must have shown the confusion on my face before he said, "I want you to stay here with me for a while."

"What...what do you mean?" I asked, folding my arms.

"I remember what happened last night, and I don't want it to leave this room. Keep it to yourself."

I scoffed. "I don't intend to tell anyone."

"Good. I'm engaged, and I wouldn't want my fiancée to find out."

I scoffed, disappointed in myself. "Don't act like I caused this. You are the cause. If you had let me go home, I wouldn't have stayed there and drunk with you. You are the reason because you wanted me to stay behind, and then you offered me a drink, which made me tipsy."

He cocked a brow. "Now it's my fault?"

"You know what? I don't want to be reminded. If you are worried about your fiancée knowing, you have nothing to worry about because I don't intend on telling anyone about what happened," I said as a matter of fact.

"If you may excuse me, I need to leave. I have other important things to do." I picked up my bag and left.

I was angry because now he is trying to use his engagement to stop the conversation. It's fine. If this is what he wants, then fine.