At Lucy's Room
After the hotel maid dropped them off and opened the door to her room. Martin came in and laid her down in bed. She looks like she's sleeping.
Because his jacket and T-shirt were dirty, he went to the bathroom for a little while to clean up the rest of the vomit.
Click.
Lucy went into the bathroom. But that's not what shocked him but because she slowly opened her dress. F*ck.
He quickly held Lucy's arm.
"Hey, what's going on? I want to take a shower. Ah, James? Why are you still here?" Lucy said with a confused look.
He rolled his eyes. She's so drunk. Indeed.
"You can take a shower after I'm gone, okay?" Martin said.
She glances at Martin's body and instantly realizes that in front of her it's not James at all.
"You? What are you doing here?" Lucy said she saw herself still dressed. Thankfully.
"Good, you're awake. But why did you wake up after seeing my body?" Said Martin with an amused look.
"Uh..No, I'm not. I didn't see your body. Jeez, can you put your clothes on? You're making me very uncomfortable." She said nervously.
"My shirt and jacket are dirty because of your vomit. I don't want to wear it. Do you have any clothes that I can wear?" He said.
"Of course I don't have any. You can just put that T-shirt on again." She said.
"You are so ungrateful, woman. I've already taken you home. Then you threw up on my T-shirt. And now, do I have to go home shirtless? Oh, my f*cking god." He said.
"Thank you so much for driving me. And I'm sorry I threw up on your shirt. Are you satisfied? Now you're out of my room. I want to go to bed."
He rolled his eyes and went out of her room annoyed.
"Hey! Bring your clothes too." She shouted.
"Throw it away." He said right before closing the door.
She sighed.
Good, it's early in the morning, but he's already made my drowsiness disappear. She thought.
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At the restaurant
Lucy POV
"Lucy. Are you feeling better? Did you sleep well? Do you remember something?" Asked James enthusiastically.
"So you're the one who asked that guy to take me home? Oh, my God. James. He's a stranger. You wouldn't know what he could do to me." I said with a disbelief look.
How could she do that to me?
"Listen to me first. It was too late yesterday when we left the bar. There's no taxi passing by at all. Then you're drunk too.
It just so happens that Mr. Hicks is there. He offered me a ride. So I have no other choice, do I? You should get some rest, too. " She said.
"And you accepted his offer? I can't believe this is happening. How can you trust him so much? You know, he was in my bathroom last night shirtless. " I said.
I don't know what he's going to do when I'm unconscious from a hangover. I almost took my dress off. Ugh! Stupid!.
"Wow. You're so lucky to see his body. He must be very hot. And he's our CEO." She said with excitement.
"Really?! James. Remember you're married. How can you think of another man?" I said with a sigh.
She just has that stupid grin. I think she's crazy.
Wait a second. She said that he is our CEO?
"Who do you mean by our CEO? Don't tell me he's..." I said with anticipation.
"Yes, he is Martin Hicks. CEO of Bizlist Entertainment and Modeling, Inc. A millionaire in his 20s." She said proudly.
What the hell! He's my boss? This is crazy. And... I've been disrespectful to him.
What if he fires me?!. No, no, no. Maybe he doesn't know me, does he?
But in yesterday's shoot, we met. He must have known I was one his models.
Crap! Oh God, Why does it have to be like this?
"Lucy? Hello? Do you hear me? Don't tell me. You don't know who he is?" Said James.
I just saw her in horror and attempt to shake my head.
"Really? You have been kidding me. He's frecking popular. On one occasion, he was a model too. Where have you been, Lucy?" She said.
Oh, sorry! I don't fool around with men. I just know some man models.
I rolled my eyes.
"Stop talking about him. I'm hungry. Can you order some food? Remember, you are the one who took me to lunch." I said playfully.
"Yeah, right." She said with that stupid grin.
"After this do you have an event? I'm bored at the hotel. We haven't been out for a walk since, have we? We're in Paris. Lots of nice places we can go." I said.
"No, I don't. I want to go for a walk, too. Well, even if this is where my husband came from. But I haven't been here in a long time. Don't worry, I know some good places. You're going to love it." Said James happily.
"Nice. Should we go now? " I said feeling excited.
"Yes, sure." She said in agreement.