Chapter 2 A terrible mistake

Vincent stirred in bed, feeling the warmth of someone beside him. As he opened his eyes, he saw a young woman sitting up, wrapped in the duvet, her back turned to him. He immediately remembered the events of the previous night which left him conflicted. "Guess you enjoyed yourself last night?" she asked sarcastically, still not turning to face him. Vincent smirked. "Yes, I did." He could see her tense up at his response. The sarcasm in her tone wasn't lost on him, but he wasn't about to apologize for what had happened. He hadn't planned any of this either. She had been drugged.

He'd known that much from the moment she practically threw herself at him in the men's restroom. He lay there watching her, still a bit baffled by the entire situation. This girl Celeste had been out of control, and he had no choice but to intervene before things got worse. Now, as she sat on the edge of the bed, obviously deep in thought, Vincent wondered how much she remembered. Celeste had gone to the club with her cousin Mia having a casual night out. And Mia in turn adds some aphrodisiac in her whine because their grandfather valued Celeste more than her. Celeste foolishly gulped down all the whine happily and kept on dancing to the tune But by the time she excused herself to the restroom, things had gone downhill. She'd ended up in the men's restroom, and when he saw her there, he knew something was wrong. Her behavior was erratic, and her eyes were glazed over, lost in a haze of lust and confusion. The drugs had taken hold of her fast. He hadn't wanted to get involved, but the way she had come on to him, clawing at his clothes, he knew she wasn't in her right mind. Vincent had been left with a difficult choice, he couldn't leave her to suffer through the effects of the aphrodisiac or help her in the only way he knew. He chose the latter. Now, in the cold light of day, he could see her wrestling with the aftermath. She glanced at him briefly, then quickly averted her eyes. He knew what she must be thinking. "This isn't how I imagined my morning," Vincent thought to himself, after he had been sacked by Lana all he wanted was another beautiful morning so he could get a new job, but he kept quiet. Celeste finally broke the silence. "I want to get dressed," she said, her voice cold. Vincent raised an eyebrow, sensing her discomfort but refusing to back down. "No shower?" "No," she replied sharply, biting on her lower lips harshly. Her irritation was palpable, and it amused him slightly. "Alright, go ahead then." He leaned back casually. "Get dressed." Celeste glared at him. "And you're just going to sit there and watch?" she questioned the irritation evident in her voice. Vincent chuckled. "You weren't so shy last night." She shot him a deathly stare, her voice laced with authority. "I don't want to talk about last night. Turn around or go into the bathroom for a few seconds." Vincent shrugged and turned his back to her, listening as she fumbled around the room, picking up her scattered clothes. He could tell she was angry, not just at him, but at the entire situation. Maybe even at herself. But what had happened wasn't his fault, and he wasn't about to feel guilty for helping her. He heard the rustle of fabric as she slid her clothes back on, but before she could finish, a loud knock sounded at the door. "I know you're in there! Open the door!" a voice called out, loud and demanding. Celeste froze, her face hardening instantly. She let out a bitter laugh, one that surprised Vincent. He turned to see her fists clenched tightly, her whole demeanor shifting from frustration to something darker. Vincent watched her curiously, wondering who was at the door and why their presence had rattled her so much. "Who's that?" he asked, though he doubted she'd answer. Celeste didn't respond, her eyes now locked on the door, her laugh having faded into silence. The tension in the room thickened, and Vincent's curiosity grew. Something was off, and whoever was at the door seemed to be at the center of it. "Why don't you marry me!?" Celeste declared, finally opening her mouth. She closed her eyes bitterly and bit on her lower lips in distress. "Marry you!" I think the aphrodisiac from last night still has some effect on your body, Vincent mocked. With a sarcastic smile. Whoever it was, they had stirred something in Celeste, something that made Vincent want to find out more. He quickly got dressed and walked towards the door. "Don't!" Celeste screamed. But it was already too late as Vincent opened the door widely. Mia barged into the room with tons of reporters pushing Vincent by the side. "Ha..ha..ha stupid you!" Everyone sees the prestigious daughter of "The Brooks" caught in bed with a barman. "What a shameless freak" Mia yelled, facing all the reporters. "You!!" what nonsense are you doing!?" bringing tons of reporters here. "Do you want to spoil my entire life!?" Even after drugging me and putting me in this situation you still never want to back down Celeste yelled as hot tears gushed out of her eyes. "You disgusting slut!" you still want to slander me in front of everyone by shedding crocodile tears even after your secrets are revealed. Mia sneered. She walked closer to Celeste and dragged her hair in rage. Celeste didn't have the time to fight back instead she held her top closely so as not to expose her upper body. "The brooks!" Vincent said in his head, they are one of the most prestigious families in Washington and they have two promising daughters who are likely to be the next chairwomen of the Brooks they are; Celeste Brooks and Mia Brooks. Now he remembered why Celeste's face seemed familiar; he had seen her once when he went to the Brooks inauguration party with his grandmother. He rushed in between them and pushed Mia away pulling Celeste in his embrace. "Don't touch my woman!" he roared, causing everyone to shiver in fear.