CHAPTER 4: UNEXPECTED

“Ahh... yeah, fu... ck.”

“Oh... yes! Right there!”

My eyes snapped open. I blinked into the dark room, confused.

“Ah! Harder!”

I sat up fast, rubbing my face. Across my room, I could hear the sound of wet slaps and moans.

“Ahhh! Harder baby, ye..ssss harder."

I tied my robe around my waist, marching outside to the living room. I yanked the door open an inch. Through the crack, I could see Mia on our couch wrapped up with some guy with broad shoulders I had never seen in my life.

“Mia!” I hissed loudly.

The guy kept drilling in her, and it made me furious.

"Mia!” I yelled.

“Oh my gosh, Cam!" She kicked the guy off, covering herself with a blanket, her hair a wild mess. The guy looked at me embarrassment, before covering his naked butt.

"Cam, umm are you awake?”

“Am I awake?" I asked harshly. Seems he fucked her brains off.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s two in the morning, Mia! Who even is this?!”

“This is Jason from the gym!” Mia said defensively, waving a hand. “We hit it off at the juice bar!”

“I don't care where you met Jason!” I groaned, rubbing my burning temples. “I have to wake up in two hours to deal with a billionaire psychopath!”

Jason cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh... I can go”

“No, stay!” Mia told him, before looking back at me with a pout. “Cammy, come on, don't be a party pooper. My room was messy, and the couch felt nostalgic.”

“You’re on our shared couch!” I gasped. “Use your own room! Or better yet, put some pants on!”

“Well, maybe if you had a guy over once in a while, you wouldn't be so grumpy at two in the morning,” Mia teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I hate you so much,” I snapped.

I walked out, slamming my room door shut, grabbed my pillow, and stuffed it over my face. But even through the feathers, the squeaking couch and muffled moans kept leaking through the door.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep a single second for the rest of the night.

When my alarm went off at 4:15 AM, I felt like a corpse. My eyes were bloodshot, my body felt heavy, and my brain was total mush.

I stumbled out of bed, glaring through the cracked door at Mia, who was now fast asleep on the couch, snoring softly like an innocent angel while Jason was nowhere to be seen. I wanted to dump a bucket of ice water on her head, but I didn't have time.

My body was running on pure adrenaline when I got to work. Silvan was already at his office. I dropped my bag on my desk and walked into his office.

Silvan was sitting at his desk, wearing a dark navy suit that looked utterly flawless. He was reading through a passport and a stack of travel documents. When he looked up at me, his sharp gray eyes instantly took in my pale skin and the dark circles under my eyes.

“You look drained Miss Camille,” he said, his voice deep and raspy in the early morning.

“Good morning, Mr. Alder,” I muttered, “I had... a noisy roommate.”

Silvan tilted his head, looking at me intently. “A noisy roommate? That must be interesting.”

Great sarcasm at five in the morning. I didn't have the energy for him today.

“Yeah. She had a very loud guest over,” I blurted out before my sleep-deprived brain could stop me.

Silvan froze. His silver pen stopped mid-air. He looked at me for three long seconds, his gray eyes narrowing in pure amusement.

“Is that so?” he asked softly.

“Yes. It was highly disruptive,” I said, clearing my throat fast. “Anyway, what do you need me to do before your flight?”

He closed his passport with a soft click and stood up. He walked around his huge desk, stopping right in front of me.

Up close, he smelled so good, I felt offended.

“First,” Silvan said, reaching out his long fingers, “I need my assistant to look somewhat conscious.”

Before I could move, his hand reached up. His warm, thumb lightly brushing against the sensitive skin right under my eye, tracing the dark shadow there.

My entire body went completely still. An electric shock shot straight down my spine, pooling low in my stomach. My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, my knees felt weak.

Silvan's steel-gray eyes darkened as he looked down at my face, his thumb lingering against my skin a little too long. The physical tension between us grew so thick and hot it felt like the air conditioner in the room stopped working.

“You're so soft, Camille,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerous, dark baritone that made my toes curl inside my shoes.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look right into his dangerous eyes. “You'd be surprised how tough I can be, Mr. Alder.”

Silvan let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated right through my chest. He slowly pulled his hand back, his thumb trailing down my jawline before dropping to his side.

“We'll see,” he murmured, turning away.

“Sir?” I called, making him turn to me. “Am I not traveling with you?”

He smiled lightly. “No. This is an emergency board meeting, so you're staying here to handle things in the office.”

Just then, Reto walked in carrying two black leather bags.

“I'll be back by Friday night, Camille,” he said softly, looking at me one last time. “Try to get some sleep. I'd hate for my favorite assistant to collapse before I even get the chance to break her.”

He turned around and walked out, with Reto trailing right behind him.