I slowly came to my senses, my head pounding with pain. I blinked my eyes a few times, struggling to catch sight of my environment. When my vision cleared, I found myself staring up at a white bed canopy. I sat up in a daze, my mind filled with questions. Why in the world was there a canopy in my room? And where was I? This place was completely unfamiliar to me. Confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together how I ended up here.
I found myself nestled in a grand king size bed, draped in clean white sheets. The entire room from floor to ceiling was adorned in a pure white hue, creating an otherworldly atmosphere. A sense of wonder surrounded me as I pondered, "Could this be heaven?" In that moment, a figure emerged from the door, clad in garments as white as snow. With a gentle smile, she moved smoothly and graced towards me radiating an aura of calmness. I couldn't help but ask, "Did I pass away yesterday?" Her laughter filled the air before she replied, "No ma'am, the young master brought you home."
Ah, the young master! Who could he be? I tried so hard to recollect what went down yesterday but ny memory is failing me. All I could recall were those tearful fellows on the floor. Then, out of nowhere, I heard footsteps approaching. I turned my gaze towards the door, and there he was, a sight to behold. His appearance was nothing short of breathtaking.
He gazed at me empty of any emotion which really caught my attention as something quite strange and out of the ordinary. He was already dressed, ready to embark on his workday and had set aside a file on the table,before walking to meet me . "You know, you really shouldn't drink that much," he stated firmly, his voice commanding and authoritative compelling me to agree and promise to refrain from excessive drinking. "I... I..." my voice wavered, getting stuck in my throat, leaving me unsure of how to reply. It was the first time someone had such a profound influence over me, igniting an overwhelming desire to comply with his every word.
"You passed out last night, so I brought you home. I couldn't just leave you out there on the streets," he explained, gracefully making his way towards the door. As he turned to meet my gaze, I couldn't help but wonder about the oversized shirt I was wearing, which covered most of my body. "And..." I trailed off, pointing to myself, seeking an answer. He calmly replied, assuring me that his maids had kindly changed me into one of his shirts. He added that once I finished bathing, my clothes had already been dry cleaned and were waiting for me in the bathroom. With those words, he abruptly closed the door leaving me with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.
I was totally shocked you know? Like, why would he do something nice and then act like a jerk in the end? It was messing with my head. But I didn't wanna dwell on it, I just needed to get out of here ASAP. So, I got up from the bed and that's when I discovered that he left the file behind. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath as I quickly rushed out the door. This was the least I could do for him after he saved me from those guys yesterday and even brought me home after I fell unconscious. Truth is, he was a gentle man. I really didn't want anybody to see me in his shirt so I had to quickly give this file to him and rush back to the room.
I made my way downstairs and oh my goodness, let me just say, this house was absolutely breathtaking! I mean, this guy must be crazy rich to live in such luxury. I couldn't help but want to take my time to soak in every little detail but I quickly shook myself out of it. I needed to stay focused and get out of here quickly. As I approached the entrance to the living room, I noticed him engrossed in his phone. And Damn, he was drop-dead gorgeous. My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't help but want to stand there and just admire him in broad daylight. What on earth was happening to me?
"You forgot your file," I said, handing it over to him. He just nodded and took it without even saying thank you. I wanted to scold him for his lack of manners but then I realized I hadn't thanked him either for all the help he had given me.
Just as I was about to say something, a familiar voice called out from the side, "Boss, I found the file in your study room. Here it is." I turned to look and, lo and behold, it was Luke the cheater. I wanted to ask him what he was doing there, but he beat me to it.
"What are you doing here?" Luke said, his voice filled with disgust as he frowned and walked towards me.
I was so tempted to yell at him to get out of my face when suddenly another voice echoed from the entrance of the door. I turned my gaze and there stood a middle-aged man, in his late sixties. He had aura of elegance,refinement and wealth about him despite his age. Who was he? My thoughts were soon answered when I heard him say, "Dad." It hit me then that I didn't even know his name and yet he had already helped me twice. Oh, how rude of me! I really need to work on my manners.
"Benjamin, what's happening here?" his father questioned, his voice filled with curiosity as he surveyed the scene before him. I found myself wearing Benjamin's shirt, standing uncomfortably close to my ex. It was a situation that needed some serious explaining. I glanced at Benjamin who seemed frustrated rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was about to speak when Lucas interjected bitterness dripping from his words, "She's just a nobody who got lost and was about to leave."
I couldn't help but scoff at Lucas, his audacity was infuriating. The nerve of him to spew such nonsense. He was nothing more than a cheating low-quality individual. The urge to slap him surged through me but I resisted, not wanting to escalate the situation any further.
My gaze shifted towards Benjamin who observed the entire scene with an air of calm detachment. I could feel his eyes on me, sensing the discomfort that consumed me.
With a sigh, Benjamin finally spoke, directing his attention towards Lucas. "How dare you speak to my fiancée in such a disrespectful manner?" His words carried a firmness that demanded respect.