CHP 5

Carmen’s POV

“What in heaven’s name was I freaking thinking?!” I asked as I paced around my living room. “This is the most unprofessional thing I have ever done, and I haven’t even worked for Chase for so long,” I lamented as I buried my face in my hands.

Still, no response.

It was almost two minutes after I had lamented, and Millie hadn’t said a word. Whereas, she sat on my sofa, scrolling through her phone.

“Millie!” I called her angrily.

And she stared at me with an indifference that really infuriated me.

“You are yelling and I have a small headache,” Millie said.

I stared at her for some minutes and wondered if my best friend had been exchanged at some point.

“Did you hear anything I have just said?” I asked her, my anger simmering to the surface.

“You kissed the hottest hockey player? I heard you,” Millie said.

My shoulders fell.

“Then why aren’t you saying anything?” I asked her.

“Because you are beating yourself up over nothing and you know I am never going to attend any of your pity-parties,” Millie said.

I sighed deeply before going to the sofa and sitting close to her.

“I shouldn’t have,” I muttered.

“Why not?” Millie asked.

“Because it is unprofessional,” I stated. “Do you know that I could get fired for this?” I asked Millie.

“Who is going to fire you?” She asked me.

I opened my mouth to give a response, but nothing seemed to be coming out.

“Who, Carmen?” Millie pressed.

I sighed heavily again.

“What if Chase says he no longer needs me after what happened?” I asked worriedly. “He has fired six managers, Millie. He tried his usual game with me but it didn’t work. Maybe this was his last stroke of test and I just failed it woefully,” I lamented deeply.

Millie stared at me blandly.

“Millie, for goodness’s sake, are you even listening to what I am saying?” I asked her.

“Yes, I am listening to you well enough, Carmen,” she answered.

Was she deliberately trying to frustrate me?

“Then why aren’t you saying anything?” I asked her.

“Who kissed who?” Millie asked.

I was a little confused at Millie’s question, but then again, in order to get some sort of real conversation from her, I would really need to answer.

“Chase kissed me,” I answered.

“Then you have nothing to be worried about,” Millie stated with certainty.

“How?” I asked her in exasperation.

She was making everything sound so easy and not complicated. She had no idea what it felt like managing the Ice King. It wasn’t the same as any other job out there. There were rules out there, and an emotional attachment should not be formed between a player and his manager. I was certain that Millie didn’t know this, otherwise she would not be so nonchalant about it, or maybe it was because she wasn’t exactly in my shoes.

“He cannot fire you when he initiated the kiss, Carmen. That is what I am trying to say,” Millie said. “If he tries it, you can actually sue him for that,” she added.

“You have been watching too many documentaries,” I sucked my teeth and said.

“No, I haven’t,” Millie said. “It’s just how it works,” she added firmly.

Still, it didn’t make me feel any better, and arguing with Millie about it was just pointless, especially as she had already determined in her heart that she was correct about her claims. 

No matter how Millie had put it, I couldn’t sue Chase Maddox.

It would be insane to do that. First of all, I would lose completely, and secondly, my career would be over. No one would ever take me seriously enough to hire me afterwards. I would even be lucky to get a job as a nanny or a babysitter. 

Why the heck was I even putting what Millie just said into consideration? How did we go from being kissed by Chase to suing him?

I freaking enjoyed every bit of it and I wished that it had gone on and on, but Chase had realized himself too quickly and asked me to get off him.

Respectfully, but without a damned apology like most gentlemen would do, but then again, that was Chase Maddox. He just wasn’t like the other men. He was far from gentle, and he was the Ice King.

“Alright,” I simply agreed with Millie.

“You should cheer up,” Millie said. “I mean, even if you get fired, you could include it in your CV that you have lived the dream of many girls in the city and actually locked lips with the Ice King,” Millie teased.

I couldn’t help the blush that stained my cheeks. It was a good thing that she went right back to scrolling through her phone after she made the statement. 

Her statement made me remember just how much I had liked that fleeting kiss, and how I had wished that we kissed longer than we had.

“You should learn to get more serious with your life,” I told Millie.

I got up to go into my bedroom, but Millie called me.

“What?” I asked her.

“Talking about cheering up,” she started suggestively. “My boyfriend is having a little party tonight. You should come,” she invited.

“No, Millie,” I instantly turned down the invitation.

“Why not?” Millie asked with disappointment. “There will be boys and booze. It will be fun,” she tried to assure me.

“That is not how I have my fun, Millie, and you know it,” I insisted.

“Please, Carmen, I really want you to meet my boyfriend, Jason, and I don’t want to go alone. I need someone, just in case,” she cajoled.

“Gosh, Millie,” I said with exasperation.

“We will be back before you know it, and I assure you that it will help you get over this mood you are having all because you kissed Chase Maddox,” Millie stated.

“Really, Millie?” I asked, rolling my eyes and she laughed.

“Just come with me, Carmen, one night is not going to kill you,” she urged.

I looked at Millie and the smile on her face, because she knew that if she ever mentioned her safety, I wouldn’t be able to say no.