The least thing Jaxtyn had expected this morning was for Chelsea to spray her face with that rubbish that left her mouth just now. Well, it is obvious that he had hired the lady for a night, but the fact that nothing had transpired between them meant that she had breached the contract, yes, she did, and that is so unacceptable by him.
"Leaving? so soon, why?" he asked staring at her as if she was possessed by a spirit to say such.
Chelsea kind of mouthed her reply but the words were far from her lips and she needed to open her mouth to talk so that she can understand him easier and better.
She chuckled finding his question funny, well, to her it was, not only had he caused her to be drunk, but he has also made her go the whole night on his terms, not having an affair with him.
"Yes, I am going to my house. It's already morning, and you hired me for the night and not otherwise, so if you don't mind, I will like to talk my leave now," Chelsea exclaimed as she started pushing herself out of the bed. She didn't go far, not when Jaxtyn was on her trail and grabbed her thigh, exerting his power lightly on it, making her stay in place.
"What do you want from me? isn't the night over already, I didn't work for you last night so I am not expecting any salary from you. If you don't mind, I will love you to release your grip on my thigh, I am leaving," Chelsea said.
It has always been normal for young ladies to leave Jaxtyn every morning of his life, they were many of them who had come and gone with him losing count the moment they had passed five, he didn't care about it them because they were present for temporal amusement, just for fun and to cause him to discharge, apart from that, there is nothing to fight for.
Unlike those unpleasant experiences, that is not the case with Chelsea, everything about her is strange. From the first time that Louis had introduced him to her, the picture he was faced with was breathtaking, she had everything in a woman he had always desired to have, especially with the looks, and her dancing pattern was one in a million, and Chelsea happens to be someone that every other man will want will to have for himself, just to wake up seeing her pretty face allowing in all its beauty.
Jaxtyn heaved a sigh, shaking his head to clear away the clouds that that shaded his mind, he needs peace, extreme peace that he didn't need any woman drama in his life right now, but here he is, trying to battle words with the lady sitting on his bed. Kind of weird, but since it is Chelsea, he is ready to let it slip between his fingers.
Jaxtyn is aware that is morning and the lady has to leave, but then, he wants her to stay, if he asks her politely, she might contemplate on accepting, but his ego is too huge to break it down for the lady in front of him. Clearing his throat lightly, he looked at Chelsea while saying,
"Ehmm! Chelsea, why don't you stay here for a while? or f you have anything to do at home?" Jaxtyn inquired.
There is no doubt that he sounded sheepish, more like he had some things to say but could not because he seemed embarrassed. Of course, he was, and bit his lower lip hard, trying to stop it from quivering.
Chelsea did not notice his movements, she barely even understood what he was trying to say, but knew that she wouldn't like to stay here for another minute. Most at times, she always left very early in the morning, but here is she, still trying to get up from the bed, and the mother of headache that stroke he minds was imaginable, Chelsea could barely pull her head correctly up, with a raised chin, trying her best to seem okay.
Jaxtyn glared at her and saw the uneasiness scripted on her face, it ached her so much to know that, and therefore, he tried wiping it off away with a question.
"Chelsea, are you alright? you don't seem okay," he demanded, his face a mask of hidden emotions.
Since Chelsea had bowed her head, she suddenly raised it, trying to catch a glimpse of him, and he did it in the perfect time, to see his face. As soon as she did, Chelsea suddenly threw her face to the floor, hiding her eyes that embodied so many emotions in them.
"I am fine, thank you for asking," she lied.
Of course, she had to lie because she did not want to broaden the discussion, they had made a lot of noise already, and if he would only allow her to go, then he will happy, and things turn back to normal.
Jaxtyn released a small provocative laughter, it was kind of annoying, especially as he knew that Chelsea had just lied to him. Her face had suddenly become white and pale, she looked sick and pale as if she wasn't alright, yet, she had the guts to lie to him. Like seriously, he is not finding this the least funny.
"I think you are fine only with your words because your body is not showing any signs of you being fine, you look sick and pale. Do you need any help, I can be of help you know that right?" he asked stirring at him with wide eyes.
Within the next seconds, Chelsea's eyes widened as she raised her hands to match her face with it. She was shocked by what had happened, and she could barely feel her face, apart from a rocky surface that seemed rough and cold.
Panicking, she tried walking out of the bed, trying to go down.