Chapter 7 Scorching Body

• I WENT OUT of the bathroom and found him sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. I hesitated a few times before I sneezed as he opened his eyes.
• “Want some autograph on that?” He began to let out a foreign smile.
• “No, thanks,” I said sarcastically.
• “It’s up to you,” he said, then shrugged at me before standing up.
• “You can sleep in the other room. I’ll just take you home tomorrow.”
• “No, I’m going home now. It looks like our followers are gone,” I replied.
• He stared into my eyes for a moment before finally smiling.
• “Do you think I will do anything bad to you?” His lips curved a bit. He stepped closer to me.
• “I’ve never said that,” I said, high on my forehead, but deep inside, my muscles were shaking with nervousness.
• “Hmm . . . But that’s not what your eyes say.” He took another step. He’s too close that I could feel his scorching body on mine.
• I stood still without blinking my eyes. My heart raced, and my knees started to melt. Damn! Why does he affect me like this?!
• His hand reached up and slowly caressed the strands of my hair. He gently tucked it behind my ear.
• I could do nothing but turn a blind eye to the thought that he still had work to do. But a few moments later, nothing happened.
• I looked up quickly, and the playful smile on his lips opened up to me.
• “See?” he said while arms crossed against his chest.
• My cheek turned redder as I cleared my throat. I took a moment to adjust my posture.
• “What do you think of me? Easy to get? Besides, you are not my type!” I said sarcastically.
• “Relax. You are not my type of woman either.” He smiled at me again and turned around.
• I just rolled my eyes to hide my disappointment. But the truth was, it quickly hit my ego.
• “I’ll take you home.”
• I haven’t said anything since he turned his back on me. I was left staring at the door he left.
• ***
• I go early to work tonight.
• “Psst,” Jacky called to me, so I turned to her.
• “How are you? How many days have you been absent?” She slumped on the table after I passed her.
• “I can’t do anything. Calix is the one who wants me not to go to work,” I replied, moving to the other table to continue wiping.
• “In fairness to Calixto, very supportive, huh?” She looked at me after leaning back in her chair.
• “If it was just me, I wouldn’t want to be absent because I need money.”
• “E, why is there a payment for the days you were absent?” Her eyebrows rose as I turned around.
• “I have never heard of such a thing,” I replied and moved on to another table.
• “Hmm. Look at your payslip at the end, huh?” She laughed a little before turning her back on me.
• I was shaken to go back to work because the bar would open in a few minutes.
• “Cherry! Cherry!” I quickly turned to the voice that called to me.
• “Oh, Fernan, why are you in a hurry?”
• “There are reporters out there looking for you!”
• My forehead furrowed at what he said, then eventually, I sighed.
• “No one will let them in. Leave it to the bouncers and securities!” I turned to Calixto, who suddenly spoke next to me.
• “Yes, boss!” Then Fernan turned his back on us.
• “Good evening, Sir!” I greeted him before returning to what I was doing.
• “Is your issue with that vocalist still not over?” He spoke earnestly and stared at me intently.
• “I’m sorry. I did not know this would happen.” I bowed my head.
• He shook his head. “I will talk to his manager regarding this issue tomorrow morning. I want you to come with me to clear things up. I will also include my lawyer. The reporters can’t always be here.” He stared into my eyes, and I could not avoid it.
• “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to have any more problems. Rexon and I talked, and he said he would fix this.”
• “Then he must do. I don’t want to hear anything again from the media.” He glared stonily at me.
• “I’m really sorry, Sir.” I know he does not want to involve his name in the issue, especially since I was linked to him.
• He just nodded at me, then turned around and went straight to his office.
• ***
• Calix stayed at his office all night. He’s often the one who manages the mini bar to provide drinks, but he did not make it today.
• “Have you talked to Calixto?” Jacky leaned over me while waiting for the order I asked for.
• “Earlier,” I answered sparingly.
• “And what did he say?”
• “He said he would talk to the Logistic’s manager and take me with him tomorrow,” I said, bowing to the table.
• “I mean, did you talk about the issue between the two of you? I think Calixto is affected.”
• She was right. We hadn’t even talked about that. I still didn’t have time to apologize for that.
• “I will take it to table three and this juice, you will bring it to Calix,” she said after smiling broadly at me.
• I could do nothing when she turned around, so I just followed her with my gaze. I looked at the glass of juice that the bartender had lowered to me.
• “Thank you for this, Yul.”
• He just nodded at me when I picked it up and went straight to Calixto’s office.
• I knocked softly before I heard his voice.
• “Come in.”
• I turned the lock and peeked slightly into the open door. “Sir, here’s your juice.”
• He paused for a moment before speaking. “Come in, Cherry.” He looked back at the papers on the table.
• Upon entering, I quietly laid down what I was carrying on his desk and did not leave first. I just watched him do his works.
• A few moments later, he looked up at me, who was still in front of him.