Chapter 4

~Rage~

Looking at the woman on the couch, I glared darkly at the sight in front of me. The woman was unconsciously layed down on the floor. She dozed off immediately, lost her consciousness after hitting the tip of the table with her head. 

Heaving a sigh, I went in the kitchen to have some glass of water and get back immediately, I felt drained before upon handling this woman. 

“Who is this hot babe, Rage? Why she's with you?” Andrew asked when I came back. Finally he spoke after being silent when he picked us in the club.

I looked at him on the single couch with her girlfriend beside her. His gaze is at the woman sleeping, eyes glistened to the sight he sees. Eyeing him, I stood, blocked my body in front of him. This man even have the guts to fantasize this woman rather his girlfriend whose beside him. 

“None of your business to know, Drew.” I warned him of something. Andrew look at me amazed, brows arched, lips forming a smirk, questioning what I did.

“I'm only asking, dude. I was shocked.” Andrew defend himself but I don't mind. 

“This is the first time I will saw you be like this, Rage. You haven't do this with Lynea,” he said amused to me.  

“Don't kid around Andrew. Lynea is out of here. Don't include her on your words. I don't like it.” I said and motioned them to get out of my sight. 

They immediately followed what I want which left me and this woman peacefully sleeping, alone in the living room.

I can't believe she's so brave to get drunk and pissed me to the core but when hit the table she's to weak. I wouldn't wonder why, she has the most big mouth among all I had talked to, along with her precious foul lips that was trained to spill off some spicy beans. 

I can remember what she said that I can't erased it in my mind. I may be the person she thinks of me but being a bastard is far out of my league. 

Sitting on the center table, I looked at her the whole time. This woman is to clever of things she do. How pathetic she can be to get involved with someone she don't even knew a thing. And here I am, taking responsibility of her even she's not my obligations. 

I shooked my head and left her on the couch. I'm done taking her on the safe place. She's nothing to even gave her comfort in my house. Of all the time she has, she even planned to get drunk with me. 

But then, I heard her moaned. I would even leave her immediately if she didn't continuously groaned and a soft sobs mixed with it. Dammit. I don't know how to pamper a woman crying while sleeping. 

Her face creased as soon as pain wash all over her. She moves a bit, turn around and did a letus position on the tight space enough for her. Her face made clear on the lamp post near her. She groaned again as well as tears escaped on her eyelids. 

Looking at her intently, my eyes gaze on the hem of her shirt. It was lifted when she moves, showing her some of her skin up to her belly. I would lie if I say she don't have soft skin. 

Fuck. I cursed myself under my breath when something's growing beneath the cloth. She really is my ego, one big ego dripping and eating my whole body. Pissing me off and now making this without even doing anything.

I mentally noted to make her pay for this. Dammit. I never allowed someone taking advantage of me and this worthless woman here is wasting my time and making me hard unconsciously.

I don't have a choice but to carry and put her on the guestroom. As much as I don't want to touch her, I can't attain seeing her around while I am doing my business here.

I scooped her and walk upstairs. As her body touched mine, it made an impact on me. It even worsen when I inhaled her lavander perfume with her natural olive scent. 

The perfume seems familiar to me that it made lost my sanity for a while. I can't imagine that this no class woman can even make me like something I don't usually do.

She's not my standard for fuckin' out loud. She won't even pass on my type, so why her? She's nowhere near Lynea. But her presence screams class. 

Darn it. Before I could go insane, I dialed Andrew as soon as I put her on the bed. 

“Hey,” he spoke after three fucking rings. 

“Bring your girl in my house and tell her bring some clothes.” I ordered to him that he immediately obliged. 

Not taking any longer, someone buzzed. Soon enough, door swung open, Andrew appeared with his girl. 

I instructed Ashlee, Andrew's woman, what to do. She accepted what I said and requested us to go outside. I left already before I could even receive the brute's words.

I went back in the living room to continue what I left in the company. Facing my laptop in front of me, Andrew showed himself, sitted beside me, on the single couch. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and look at me intently. “What is this, Rage?” he suspiciously asked.

“What is it Drew?” I have to look at him between with my laptop to make him stop. He looks so serious at the same time mad.

He tilt his glass and shake a little. “What's Ms. Graceian doing here in your house?" 

I'm clueless to why he's acting strange. Does he search already about her and knew this girl? 

“You really did research about her, that fast!” I concluded easily because that's what I see. 

He was startled when he picked us then right now he is this mad. Oh boy, I don't even do something bad to that woman. Is it my fault that she has lost consciousness? She's at frickin fault to hit that innocent table ahead of her.

“I know her so I don't need to make a research to her, Rage. I'm asking what she's doing here?” 

“She's drunk, hit the table and lost consciousness,” I boredly explained, continued to type an email to one of my negotiators.

He made a face and shooked his head. “You're unbelievable dude. I asked you things yet here's what you responded.” 

I clicked the send button before facing him. “First of all, I already had said things you wanna know, Andrew. There's always things you shouldn't know even you're close to me. We're on the meeting when she drinks a lot. She's with me in the first place so I'm only taking my responsibility to her. Later, I'll trace where she lives to send her back home.”

“She's drunk because of what happened to her husband.” He said, more on to himself.

My brows raised when I heard what he said. “Husband?” I curiously asked.

Does he really knows this woman? In where place did they meet basically? And lastly, if he knows her, why Andrew said her ex was her husband and not her fiance?

“I saw Bill Marco was married so maybe they get married before they broke up.” 

I sipped on my glass, take a deep breath, and shakes my head in disbelief. “He wasn't her husband. They broke up before that article updated.” 

“How did you know?” Andrew looked at me curiously.

“Don't look at me like that. She was drunk so what do you expect with her big foul mouth she have. I wouldn't wonder if she can make an story telling about her tragic life,” I sarcastically said in which half of it meant true. 

With her foul mouth, she already did spilled some spicy beans. How pathetic she is to pay me a money someone's own. I would even accepted if she would be in dept to me. Who knows where the money came from. The more she don't want to use the asshole's money, the more I'm not glad to use it.

Before Andrew could teased at his foolish stance, Ashlee went out of the room and take the staircase.  

“She's now okay, Rage,” she informed me while going to where Andrew is. 

I nodded at her and didn't look back at what they're doing. They about to leave when Andrew turned to me and gave me smirk. “Don't crept her on bed, Rage.” he teased that I scowled him.

"As if,” I defended that made them chuckled.