*NICK'S POV*
"DO YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU?" Her words resounded in my head like a bomb's ticking sound before blowing off.
"WHA.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" I asked. My voice is shaking from panic. All the alcohol in my system seemed to have been flushed out because of the sudden gush of blood to my head.
"WHATEVER IT MAY MEAN TO YOU." Emily replied. Her voice was soft and sweet. My knees and my manhood is starting to weaken due to this unexpected, but much welcomed calling.
I straightened my back and leaned it on the chair I am sitting on. This must have been the best posture I have ever done in my entire life.
After, I dusted my clothes and smelled my breath. Emily just stared at me blankly.. and she still looked cute. I don't know what has gotten into her, but I am not going to decline this golden opportunity.
I leaned forward so my face will be a little bit more closer to Emily's. She is still in the same position - crouched down with her arms resting on her knees to support her wobbly body. Slowly, our noses are
now only an inch apart.
I tilted my head to the right to get the best angle of her lips... while I cup her rosy cheeks. Almost there, taking it slow so she will feel comfortable.
"KENNETH?? YOU ARE NOT KEN! OOPS.. SORRY NICK. I COULDN'T SEE WELL." she blurted the soon as I was about to touch her lips with mine... AND did she just say the name of the guy I hate the most?? Did she really thought I was Kenneth?
I did not even notice that she was no longer wearing her glasses and I DID NOT KNOW that her eyesight was that bad. WHAT A BUMMER!
I HOPE SHE DID NOT NOTICE WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO.
"UHH.. YEAH.. YOU.. YOU ALMOST BUMPED INTO ME... THAT WAS CLOSE." I laughed it out as I scratch my not itchy head. WHO AM I KIDDING? SHE WON'T BUY THIS EXCUSE.
"Really?? I'm glad I ran into you then and not Kenneth!"
"Glad?" Now, how will I take this?
"Kenneth will scold me immediately for misplacing my glasses all the time... but after all the sermon, he will find it for me and will say sorry. Such a bad guy in a good way." She mumbles. Why am I even listening to her praising that guy?, if that can even be called praising.
"Oh okay." was all I could say and we both fell silent and things got awkward again for a couple of minutes.
"Emily... Let me help you go to to your room." Ms. Brown breaks the silence after clearing her throat.
I jolted since I did not expect her or my secretary to be back that fast.
I JUST WISH SHE DID NOT SEE WHAT HAPPENED FIVE MINUTES EARLIER.
Ms. Brown did not waste any time and she held Emily's waist so she can assist her walk properly .
Alfred also announced himself a moment later and walked hurriedly towards me. He then grabs my left arm and hanged it over his shoulder and around his nape... and we silently made our way to my rest area.
*****
I winced. My face feels hot being well basked under the bright morning sun.
"WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?" I asked myself. My temple is throbbing and I feel like vomiting. As I slide down from the bed, slightly dizzy, I suddenly remembered everything that transpired yesterday night. From the moment of our heavy drinking session to the point where I almost violated Emily's space.
I scamper around to look for my phone and realized it's already thirty five minutes past eight and our daily meeting starts at nine.. I AM TOTALLY SCREWED!
I hurriedly took out the first polo shirt my hand was able to touch from the pile of clothes inside the cabinet and paired it up with dark blue jeans. Luckily, the shirt was a white one and so I was able to let it slide. Like a swift of lightning, I changed to my clean clothes so what is only left to do is washing my face and to freshen up my breath... and so I did.
TWELVE MINUTES BEFORE NINE
I splashed some water on my hair so I will look like I just came out from the bath then rubbed some oil to help it stay shiny.
"Good Morning Sir Nick!" Alfred greeted me in the hallway.
"Good Morning to you too." I replied.
"Have you had breakfast sir?
"No. Not yet.. I think I will have to skip breakfast today."
"Then you can drink this instead." Alfreds handed be a foil that says tunic on the packaging.
"What is this for?"
"You had so much alcohol last night. That should remove your hangover sickness."
"Oh okay. What about you? Didn't you say you had to go to the office early today?"
"Mr. Greyson moved the time to 10 AM... I told you about this last night.. but I guess you forgot."
"Was I really that wasted Alfred?"
"With all due respect Sir Nick... Yes you were." and he laughed his ass off. What else did I do that I may have been not aware of?
"Wh... what did I do?" I stuttered as I end up asking the question on my head. I'm praying that it's not too embarrassing.
"Oh, Glad you asked that but... it's almost nine, aren't you getting late or something?" he smirked.. This smart-ass really. Just wait untill I get my hands on you! You'll get bruised!
I ran upstairs and when I reached the top, I catched my breath before going inside the meeting room.
Plaided my top and now I'm ready.
"Good Morning Everyone!" I say to announce my arrival.
I DID NOT GET ANY RESPONSE. AM I GETTING THE SILENT TREATMENT NOW?
"Uhmm... hello guys??" I tried to get their attention again.
"JUST SIT DOWN NICK!" Ms. Brown demanded. Her face looked like her car was just towed away.
"Al.. Alright Ms. Brown." Like a whipped dog, I obediently sat down.
Before I can even open my mouth to start a new conversation, I can hear a subtle laugh beside me. I turned to that direction and noticed Kenneth giggling.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT NICK!" He said in between his puffing. I glanced over to Ms. Brown again who's facial expression is now looking scarier than ever and then to Emily, who's blushing.
I faced palmed myself. JUST KILL ME NOW!