Chapter 2 2.

"You two are not taking this seriously. I need to talk to Mr. Knightly then," Ethan glares at me and Josh.

"No, no, sir! Please, we can, uh, we can sort this out?" I say, trying my best puppy eyes.

"It's not our personal matter that we could sort out. You are not..."

"I can babysit your daughter!" I cut in.

He frowns at me. "Babysit?"

I nod, glancing at Josh, who looks confused. "Well, you can have your alone time with your beloved wife while I babysit Sarah for a day." I shrug.

He narrows his eyes. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"What? No."

Of course I am.

He thinks for a second. "Okay then. Only this time, I am letting you two both go!"

I sigh in relief, muttering a quiet "yes."

"Now go. Shoo away." Ethan walks into his cabin, leaving us here.

I squealed. "Thank God we were saved from getting fired!" I look at Josh.

"You really can handle that little monster?" He raises his eyebrow.

"She can't be that bad," I smile.

"Oh, she is," he nods, pursing his lips.

He puts his hand on my shoulder. "Good luck with that," and walks away.

I can handle her.

I shrug.

---

I type away on my laptop, focusing my eyes on it, biting my lip, then taking my cup and sipping coffee.

"Oh my God," Emma starts, saying.

I glance at her, still typing. "What is it, Emma?"

"Mike Knightly's son is returning here after many years, and people are saying he doesn't like to talk at all. Some say he is allergic to people," she tells me the tea of the day.

"What's the name of the arrogant man then?" I smirk.

"Shh!" She gives me the eye. "If that donkey Ethan hears you, he will fire your ass." She looks around to make sure he doesn't hear her.

"What is the gentleman's name?" I ask with a smile, trying my best not to curse.

"Oliver Knightly," she says.

Oliver.

"Why is he even returning here then?" I ask.

"I don't know, but he was in Italy a few years back. Rumors say he used to be the CEO here, but because of some personal matters, his dad, AKA Mike Knightly, told him to shift there. Now he's returning."

My mouth forms an 'O' shape as I nod.

"Hey, and I wanted to ask... there's this party Nathan is throwing. It's his birthday," she says.

Oh, I forgot his birthday. Nah, man. He always remembers mine like he's been counting the days until it arrives.

Even when it's 4 months away, he starts telling me how many days are left. I always awkwardly smile at him.

Emma says he's obsessed with me. I don't see where?

Or maybe...

"I can't see. I am blind. Bliiiind. Bliiind."

I walk up to Nathan, where he's sipping his coffee.

"Oh, hi Nathan. Happy Birthday." I smile at him.

He grins widely, blinking at me. "Chloe... thanks."

"Mhm, I just got to know that you're throwing this birthday party." I nod toward Emma.

He looks there for a second, then nods and smiles. "Yes, I would love it if you could join. And please do, or else I could reschedule."

"No, I'm gonna join." I take out my phone and turn it towards him. "Please write the address and timing."

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"I am not wearing that shit, Emma!" I look at her with an unbelievable look.

"What? It'll look so good on you!" She throws her arms above her head.

I shake my head at her.

No way I'm wearing that see-through skin dress. Never happening.

She groans and closes her cupboard. "Fine. Wear whatever suits you more, which that also, "

"I am not wearing that, Emma," I say sternly.

Choosing between my dresses, I pick the black elegant one that hugs my body perfectly. It comes down to my knees.

Doing a little bit of makeup, I wear my heels and black earrings.

I turn toward Emma, who looks smoking hot in that skirt and tank top.

"Woah, girl! Go off," I say, looking at her.

She grins, squealing. "And you go off the bridge. You look amazing! I don't even know if that sentence has any meaning, but it fits," she shrugs and comes to hug me tightly.

We get into my car. Emma connects her Bluetooth and starts playing songs.

"Glock in my lap,

Everywhere I am strapped,

Most these rappers cap, I ain't giving dap,

Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap, "

She practically shouts the lyrics, doing dance moves in the car.

I laugh at her as I drive toward the club, checking the location on my phone.

We reach there in 15 minutes, and I park my car by the side.

Walking toward the club, I see Nathan standing there. He's wearing a blue T-shirt with dark blue jeans. He waves at us.

"Hi girlies," he says, turning toward me. "You look amazing," he looks at me.

I smile. "Thank you, Nathan."

"Hey! I'm also standing here." Emma points at herself, then twirls around.

He looks at her for some time, then nods. "You look... okay."

Which earns a slap from Emma on his shoulder.

"Ow, ow! I meant, you look gorgeous."

She winks. "That's what I wanted to hear."

From the moment we step inside, the smell of strong alcohol hits my nose. People are dancing on the dance floor while some are at the bar.

Nathan takes us to an empty couch. We settle down. I nod my head to the song.

"Drinks?" he asks.

"Blissful Breeze," I say.

"Pink Martini," Emma says.

The drinks arrive in a while. As we grab our glasses and sit back down, I look around the club. Many people are already drunk.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom," I tell them, making my way toward the washroom.

After freshening up, I hum the song and walk back to our seats.

My eyes widen at the sight in front of me, Nathan and Emma making out. Emma is on his lap while they kiss each other.

I clear my throat, and they push each other off. Emma pushes him so hard that he falls off the couch, landing on his butt.

I purse my lips, trying so hard not to laugh. "So... you both?" I raise my eyebrows at them.

"No, no, Chloe, " Emma starts, but Nathan cuts her off.

"It's just for today," he quickly says, then glances at me. "We made a deal that we could, you know, do this just for today, and tomorrow we'll be friends again. Right, Emma?"

Emma stares at him in shock, as if she didn't even know about this.

Nathan kicks her foot slightly. She clears her throat and nods. "Yes. That is... what we surely decided."

I shrug. "Cool then. I'll be at the bar."

Taking my drink, I sip slowly as I sit on the barstool, looking at the dance floor.

The song starts playing, my all-time favorite. I grin, putting my drink on the counter and pushing through dancing bodies to reach the dance floor.

"Like a moth to a flame,

I'll pull you in, I'll pull you back to what you need initially,

It's just one call away..."

I sing,

"And you'll leave him! You are loyal to me, but this time I let you be..."

I start swaying to the song, my hands moving around my body as I dance my heart out. The chorus plays, and my hair flies around my face, then falls back as I sway.

"But does he know you call me when he sleeps?"

I jump and sing the line.

After dancing for what felt like an eternity, I breathe heavily and return to my barstool, pushing through sweaty people.

I take my drink, but before it reaches my lips, something hard bumps into me and the drink spills all over it.

I gasp, stepping back.

The man is tall and muscular, his back turned to me. He slowly turns around, and I gasp again.

He is absolutely the most handsome person I've ever seen. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones are still visible, even with the dim lights. He wears a navy blue suit, only one button fastened. His hair is styled perfectly, with two strands falling down onto his forehead.

"Excuse me?" His deep voice brings me out of my imagination. He smells expensive, his cologne surrounds me.

I look up at him, and one eyebrow is cocked.

"Y-you, can't you see where you're going?" I fold my arms over my chest.

A little frown appears on his face. He looks intimidating. "Come again?"

"You bumped into me, mister, and my drink fell all over you. Tit for tat." I shrug.

He looks at me closely, saying nothing.

"I was having my drink peacefully, well, I was about to. Right after I danced so much to 'Moth to a Flame.' Oh, I love that song, man. I could keep listening to it till the day, " I click my tongue, motioning as if I'm dead, sticking my tongue out.

"You ruined my great night," I narrow my eyes at him. "And you can't even say sorry? How rude."

He looks down at his suit. "You ruined my suit."

I roll my eyes. "Don't get your panties in a twist."

"Guys don't wear panties, if you know." He tilts his head a little.

"I'm sure you do."

Oh hell nah.

His hands slide into his pockets. He says nothing. "I'll buy you that drink again."

"You asshole. You think I'll agree to your drink, and then you expect me to warm your bed, don't you?" I glare at him.

He looks taken aback. "Excuse me, miss? That is not, "

"That is exactly what you meant, you prick! Bitch. Little dick," I huff.

Okay. You need to shut up, Chloe.

His mouth twitches a little. "Little dick?"

I clear my throat. "Yeah. Stupid," I mutter.

To my shock, he doesn't argue back. He doesn't fight me. That's what I expected.

"I'm not going to waste more time on you. Worst night for you, Thanos."

He doesn't reply. Watching me carefully, he just nods.

Weird guy.

Really weird.