CHAPTER 13- GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 13- GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER

NATHANIA's POV

Shocks! I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way. Every time I recall what happened last night, my heart continues to pound and my cheeks remains red! I didn't get kissed or anything, but I did get a gaze! I'll never forget his expression!

I took a deep breath before entering Warren's office the next morning. I can do it, as if what happened last night didn't happen. That's supposed to be fine with me, but wait— nothing happened last night, right? Why am I feeling this way when we didn't even kiss? It's annoying!

"Why are you still here?" My eyes widened as I heard Warren's deep voice behind me. I shut my eyes. What will he think of it? That I'm uncomfortable to be there? Gosh!

I cleared my throat before turning to face him, nervously. I gave him a sweet smile, but I'm not sure if it was obvious that he was nervous.

"U-uhm, I think I remember something... I-I thought I left my phone at home... I-It's in my bag." Even though I tried hard not to stutter, I still did.

"Ah, I thought you remembered what happened last night." Damn! I simply turned around and pushed his office door open.

I could feel my viscosity now that I am sweating. Arghhh! Why is he acting in this manner? Is he on the verge of going insane? Because if he does, I'll accompany him to a mental institution!

WARREN's POV

Nathania was not her usual self today, as she was singing while working. She was simply quiet, and when she finished her tasks, she went to her desk. What's the matter with her? Is it because of what happened last night?

With a shake of my head, I expressed my dissatisfaction. Whatever made me do that, I have no idea. I let out a long sigh.

After some time had passed, she was still silent and acted as if she doesn’t have energy whenever someone was on the phone. tsk tsk.

I'll try to irritate her.

"Hey Nathania, could you please turn off the air conditioning because it's freezing in here?" I gave her a quick order to follow, and she complied immediately. When I looked at her, she simply returned to her seat and sat down again.

I called her again ten minutes later.

"Hey, could you please turn on the f*ckin' air conditioning because it's godd*mn hot?" I'm trying to hold back my laughter because I can tell she's annoyed, but she's hiding it behind a fake smile.

She sat back in her chair after turning on the air conditioner.

"I'd like to drink some orange juice; could you get some for me?" I requested teasingly. I could almost hear her sigh from her seat right next to mine, so I did my very best to keep my laughter to myself.

Upon seeing her come out, I couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably. She didn't show it, but her annoyance with me was evident. Nathania Sarmiento, I shook my head. I'm not sure why I like what you're showing me.

When she arrived, she was carrying a glass of orange juice. When she handed it to me, I chuckled and thanked her in jest for her kindness. I drank the orange juice she had brought, and before she could sit down, I ordered her again.

"It doesn't taste very good; please give me some milk instead." I pretended to be disgusted as I said this. Even with her back turned, it was clear that she was irritated because she gripped the cellphone she was carrying tightly.

Before she walked out the door, she let out a long sigh.

"Arghhhhh!!!!!!!!" She screams in frustration as she walks out of the office, which makes me laugh too tirelessly.

NATHANIA's POV

There are probably a zillion bad prayers going on in my head at the same time as I'm mixing the milk for Warren. I understand he's my boss, but argh! Is he annoying me?!  He wanted me to  turn off the air conditioner first, then turned it back on after a few minutes, but now this? He said he wanted orange juice, but it wasn't tasty, so he settled for milk. Is he insane?!

I sighed as I walked into Warren's office. I'm irritated, but I don't want to complain to him because he's still my boss, and I owe him a debt of gratitude.

I'm just grateful because those who wanted to talk to him and set up a meeting with him called one after the other, so I spent the entire day doing just that.

When he told me to go home at five o'clock, I quickly arranged myself and my belongings. When I was arranging things, I felt his eyes on me, but I didn't bother to show him that I'm uncomfortable.

"Cook some food, please."

"Okay." I replied sparingly.

"Don't go to sleep just yet, by the way. Wait for me to get home. I won't be here for long either."

"All right," I said again, cautiously.

"Seriously? Is everything all right?"

"Yes, sir." I heard him sigh.

"All right, you can go." I simply nodded before turning around.

"Bye, sir," I said softly as I stepped out the door. When I came out, I trampled because I was annoyed. That man always confuses me. He's doing lot's of things  without considering the impact it will have on me.

Why did he look at me like that last night? Doesn't he already have a girlfriend? Gahd! I really need to start saving money so that I can find a new place to live. I don't want to seriously damage other people's relationships.

When I got home, I went straight upstairs to get dressed. What else could have gone through that person's mind, and I should have waited for him? You'llI'm afraid he'll  have to do something unusual again later. I only wore pajamas and a t-shirt because I was afraid that if I wore the ones I normally wore to sleep, he'd think I am trying to seduce him, so I'll change later when I go up.

I went downstairs and prepared a meal for the two of us. Maybe he's not picky about food, right?

After that, I went upstairs to double-check what was written in my notebook and saved on Warren's iPad schedule. I don't want Warren to cause any problems with the schedule because I'm afraid of getting harsh tongue lashing words later.. Add that it's not just significant stakeholders who want to meet him.

Warren was standing right in the door when I arrived. Our eyes met but I avoided right away.

"Change your clothes first before we eat." I didn't even bother looking at him when I said it. "You can also sleep upstairs until six o'clock. It's too early to eat dinner."

"I'll just respond to some emails and then go down." I nodded, and then I heard him go upstairs.

I sometimes feel sorry for Warren because of the amount of work he does and he's unable to rest properly, but most of the time I'm irritated because of him even more because I don't understand attitude.. But sometimes I wonder why he has to work when he is so wealthy?  Why didn't he just marry and have a family? After all, I believe he is of sufficient age to do that.

Warren came downstairs after what seemed like an hour and we ate right away. We ate in silence, with only the clinking of spoons and forks breaking the silence.

"Here." Having cleaned the utensils for our meals, I turned to face him when he said that. He placed an expensive bottle of a well-known brand of wine on the counter. I tilted my brow at him. "Let's have a drink."

"We still have work to do tomorrow." I stated. What else could this person have in mind and enjoy drinking? Gosh! He kissed me the first and last time I accompanied him drinking by the pool!

That is not something I want to happen again!

“Nathania, it's not intoxicating." I shook my head.

"If you want to drink, I'll let you, but I won't." When he pulled out two shot glasses, I secretly trampled in annoyance.

"A thousand dollars extra will be added to your first paycheck as my gift to you". I took a big gulp. I-im not hallucinating, right?  "Deal?" He said that as he sipped the wine from the shot glass in front of me, his gaze never left mine.

For the second time, I gulped.

"B-but only a little because I have a job —-"

"Right here..." He handed me the shot glass containing the wine. I-I'm not sure consenting was the best move on my part, eh? But because... it's a shame if I refuse; it's also an additional salary.

I gulped again, my gaze fixed on the shot glass in my hand. I drank it all in one go, with my eyes closed. Sh*t! The disgusting taste! Because of this, I'm extremely hesitant to consume alcoholic drinks.

"Woah!" I exclaimed. "Is it good? I even bought it in France," he asserted, referring specifically to the wine. He refilled his shot glass with wine and drank it.

He handed me the shot glass with the liquor, which I immediately drank.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Then, you know what? They all look at me as if they're going to eat me alive! Gosh! I'm terrified of your employees!" I directly said, drinking some more liquor.

I'm not sure how many bottles of wine we drank or how we ended up in the living room, but we did sit on the floor and drink some of it.

"Really? What do you think about me firing them? So you're not going to be uncomfortable?" Shaking my head, I slapped him on the arm.

"You're absurd! I'm just telling you that they're like that when I'm with you and your guards, but I didn't say I wanted them fired." He gave a nod. "Wait a minute..." I turned to face him. "I know you're the boss, and I shouldn't bother you, but * hik * tell me, how old are you?" Before I drank again, I asked. He also drank the wine straight from the bottle because he was fed up with pouring it into the shot glass and so he did it that way.

"I'm twenty-seven years old." I gave a nod.

"Where are your parents?" He asked abruptly, so I stopped nodding.

I was stunned for a long time, staring at him.

What about my family?

As soon as my eyes started to water, I snatched the bottle of wine he was drinking away from him. I ate them one by one. I drank it in one go.

"They're in j-jail..." I started. "Because they were imprisoned, I was responsible for caring for and * hik * raising my siblings." My eyes welled up and tears streamed down my cheeks. "Wait, why am I crying?!?" I wiped away the tears that were dripping from my eyes with my hands. "I-I'm sorry, I-it's just the firt time that I'm telling this to other people —- w-why did you asked me?!?  I smacked his shoulder firmly.

"F*ck, you can just talk and not be violent!" I threw a pillow at him. "Stop doing it." Hahahahahaha! I'm laughing at the way he looks now. He is blushing now because he's so drunk.

"Hahahahahahahahha!"

"Oh, for real? You want to play, don't you?"

"Hey! Put me down!!" I was taken aback when he abruptly lifted me up and placed me on the sofa. He came over to me.

"Hahahahahahahaha, you're crazy.  Let's * hik * get that done!" I'm talking about alcohol.

For a few minutes, he kept staring at me, and I had to fight him off. While he was still staring at me, he took off his white long-sleeve polo shirt.

When I looked down, I was shocked to see such defined abs. He has six abs —- w-why am I even counting?!

I was taken aback when he suddenly appeared on top of me. His breath was so fragrant that I could smell it.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked.

I took a deep breath when he began kissing me behind my ear, all the way to my neck, which gave me an intense sensation. I grabbed his arms to push, but he suddenly licked my neck with his hot tongue, so instead of pushing, I buried my nails in his arm.

"Uhmm... " I tried to restrain myself, but my mouth betrayed me. As a result of him performing a miracle on both sides of my neck, a weak growl came out of my mouth. He bites, licks, and kisses it, which drives me insane. "Ahhh.."

He moved his hands down my arm and into my chest, kissing me tenderly. He is now holding and gently squeezing my left breast. S-sh*t.  It's wrong, it's terribly wrong, but why...

Why does it feel so right?

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