Chapter 3

• Melissa
• His arms folded. “Tell me.”
• I opened my mouth to say something but I stopped myself. “Never mind.”
• I recognize him from the photos of him and Gerald and the news... I once read one with the headline; Meet one of the youngest single billionaires. “Maybe I’m wrong.”
• He looked mildly irritated at my attitude.
• “Uh-” I quipped. “I should just go.” I stood to my feet and held the stool for support. I know this is a big mistake but I proceed to act like I have everything in control, which leads to me stumbling.
• He caught me and wrapped an arm around my waist before dragging me up.
• His eyes darted to me as I tried to push from his hold. His muscular arm caught me before I could land on the floor and for that; I’m grateful. I barely have a good salary to fix my tooth if it chips.
• “You’ve done enough,” I told him. “You should...get back to your..” hiccup “..party now while I—“
• “Do what?” he asked and braced a forearm to the wall just beside me. “Get harassed and fall into some drunk guy who wants to take advantage of you?”
• I tried to shift back. “I just want to have fun.”
• He leaned closer and I grasped. “What..are you doing?”
• His eyes stared at me as though he was searching for something.
• “Is there something on my face?”
• “No.” his voice gave off some alpha male energy and even though that doesn’t make sense, I just think of it. “But from what I see in your eyes, you’ve had too much to drink and that amounts to enough fun in my books. So get up and let’s get you home.”
• What??
• I know for a fact that this man; Marcus Hills does not know who I am. A commoner who is crazily in love with his son but cannot let him do anything for her because she fears that it may make her look desperate for his money.
• Maybe that’s one of my numerous flaws aside from acting on impulse. I tried to imagine a quick scenario where this sexy man isn’t my boyfriend’s father but I’m cut short with his dry voice.
• “I do not enjoy repeating myself,” he announced and I looked at his face. His eyes looked so beautiful like the ocean and the dark intensity of his stare pierced me. “Where do you live?”
• My brain went blank so I just pointed to my purse. He didn’t need an explanation before he grabbed my card and checked the address.
• “Right,” he muttered. “Now let’s go.”
• ******
• “You live here?”
• I tried to brush off the shame coursing through me as I looked at him lazily. When I saw his face, I figured he wasn’t being judgemental but careful not to get into the wrong house.
• “Yes,” I whispered and his arms held my waist in a tight grip. He helped me to the door and then paused. “You are home.”
• I opened my eyes and realized it. His shirt was now loosely unbuttoned and his chest was on showcase. I pushed my hands to his chest and my fingers curled at the feel of his bare chest. He looked at me and my brain told me he was waiting for me to go inside because he was not coming with me.
• “Uh—you are not coming in?”
• “I’d rather watch you go inside and make sure you lock your door.”
• I frowned. “What if it’s not safe inside? Don’t you think you should also make sure no one is inside?” I know it’s such a stupid question and nearly impossible but I can’t seem to brush the thoughts of.
• He cocked an eyebrow and I just shake my head? “Never mind. It’s just the alcohol.”
• “You have a point,” he said and leaned forward to open the door. He walked inside with his hands still on my waist.
• When he grabbed a chair and carefully placed me on it, I scowled. “Am I supposed to sleep on a chair?”
• “It’s easier if I have to help you take these off.” I followed his hands and realized he was pointing at my shoes.
• I nodded and watched as he adjusted himself across from me. He sat and pulled my foot onto his lap. I watched how his face looked so engrossed in taking off my shoes. He took them off and hurled them to the floor before he directed his attention back at me. “What?”
• I smiled a little too big. “Are you always like this?”
• His eyes raised lazily to me. “Sexy or kind?” his whole face lightened up with pride. It’s like this man knows what he is and he doesn’t need anyone to say it.
• “Both,” I replied. “But mostly the kind part. You saved me from that pervert who was trying to kiss me and you brought me home. I don’t know what this means to you but it’s so much and I appreciate your gesture.” I raised my hand to his shirt. “You also gave me a good show of your hot body.”
• “You’re so drunk,” he said. “I’ll help you to the bed and leave now. I hope you feel all the headache tomorrow so the hangover reminds you not to drink so much.”
• He scooped me up and the moment he lowered his stance to drop me on the bed, I felt his hot breath on my face.
• “Here you go.” His eyes went down to my thighs and I felt an electricity jolt when his hands came in contact with my skin. I felt a cover next and it was my fluffy bedspread. “And maybe you should try wearing something not-so-sexy next time. Goodnight.”
• The thoughts of having Marcus Hills in my bed suddenly filled my mind and more than ever, a strong urge to play the game of revenge came flying.
• I grabbed his wrist before he could leave and muttered, “Wait—You can sleep over.”
• His eyes narrowed as his fingers roamed back to me. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking?”