CHAPTER TWO

DANIEL'S POV.

That's it, I'm done with shagging faceless girls. I stared at the butt naked lady laying comfortably, sound asleep on my bed and  cursed myself. How could I fall for it again? I'd promised myself no hooking up until my mum was out of the city, but look at me now standing naked above a lady I don't even remember picking up. I should stop taking too much alcohol.

I tapped the girl on the leg and she slowly stirred awake. "Hey. You need to leave right now, I'm sorry."

She blinked a few times before starring at my naked lower half with a now hungry look in her eyes. "Why? Did I do something wrong?"

She and I know she was only here because of the money. I crossed my arms and gave her my most serious look, having to ignore the fact that she was gloriously naked. "We're done here, so you need to leave right now."

She crawled off the bed and came to stand in front of me, her eyes hooded and seductive but I wasn't falling for it. "Say you want me to leave with your eyes on me."

I peeled her class away from my shoulder and pinned my gaze on her eyes. "You need to leave now."

I was kind of expecting what she did next. She slapped me square in the cheek and pushed on my chest before taking all her items and running out of the room. I wondered though, why women felt they had the right to hit men when it was an abominable thing if it were the opposite?

I unsurprisingly didn't care about what she just did, what I did care about was my stupid body's reaction to what she just did. I needed to get a grip on my womanising before it ruined me.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my mind. It was my personal assistant, Clara who was apparently so excited to get me a housekeeper, so she'd finally have to stop doing housekeeping things for me. I don't blame her though, I know I'm a mess, which makes my house a mess most of the time too.

"What's up, Clara?"

"Good morning sir. I've spoken with the housekeeper and she'd be coming on Monday for the interview."

Oh. "Yeah, that's good. "

It took thirty awkward seconds before she responded. "Have you had breakfast sir or should I send some over?"

I frowned. I didn't think about how much I'd treated Clara like my maid until she'd brought up the topic of hiring one. I've learnt my lesson now, no more making her do my house chores. "There's no need for that Clara. I'll make my own breakfast."

I could feel her smile from the phone. "Oh. Okay sir, that reminds me, Mr Schumann is here waiting for you to come."

What the fuck is Schumann doing at my office? "Why? When did he arrive and why wasn't that the first thing you told me?"

"He said he wanted to speak to you when I'd asked and he just arrived about three minutes before I called you. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner sir."

I felt like a jerk once again, but I couldn't apologize to her. "Okay, just try to entertain him until I get there. "

"Okay sir," she says. I cut the call when she doesn't say anything more and dump my phone on the king-sized bed.

Schumann is my best friend but the guy really knew how to piss me off. Ever since I asked him to partner with my company for a project, he'd been acting like an asshole. Coming to my office at early hours, making decisions behind me and messing with my head, all because he knew I needed the partnership—what sort of friend does that?

Why are our friends always assholes? I don't understand.

After a two minutes rush shower, I got dressed in my usual business-casual look and skipped breakfast to make it as fast as possible. Once I reach the company, I ignored all the fake greetings I got from the employees and just rushed to my office. I know they don't really like me, there's no need for unnecessary familiarities.

I gave Clara a wink when I passed her desk and she pointed towards my office with a blush on her face(I'd never quit flirting with her even though it's unprofessional).  I pursed my lips and swung the door open.

Schumann stared at me with an unimpressed scowl on his face. "Dude really? You're coming to work this late?"

I took a seat and rubbed my forehead. "I know it's late but do you really expect me to make it here at 9am every morning without being late once?"

Schumann raised his eyebrow in question. "Don't you expect your employees to be here at 8? So why can't you?"

I huffed. "But it's my company, am I not allowed to come late?"

Schumann's face was deadpan as he said, "you were inside a chick lemme guess?"

Is he a socerer? "I was in the night, but I had a hangover so I I had to be late. I'm sorry," I frowned after I said that. "Eww. I'm not apologizing to you for anything. You're not my boss."

His stern look finally cracked and he chuckled. "Dude. You're the most irresponsible shit I've ever seen. How could you get drunk and shag a chick the day before we're to submit the final proposal."

Same reason why I was so angry at myself earlier. "I think I have a problem man. A drinking problem and a woman problem."

Schumann laughs. "I think we established that since college. You need a break though, from sex I mean. You could really get herpes or something and I don't wanna have to take care of you if that happens."

I swatted him with a book, which rose a chuckle from him. "When can we go see this guy? My head is so fucked."

Getting up, Schumann went over to the printer and brought out some papers. "We have about twenty minutes to get ready. Get your dumb ass ready. Your company needs this deal."

His words sobered me up and for the twenty minutes we went over the proposal before we were ready to go.

We were on our way to the garage which was few minutes away from the company when someone bumped into me. It happened so fast, I couldn't catch the person until I saw her fall flat to the ground with the contents of her old bag splayed around her.

"Oh shit," Schumann said, holding out his hand which she accepted. "So sorry," he helped her pick up her belongings while I thanked God for things not escalating until she opened her mouth.

"Thank you, but you," she pointed at me with embarrassment in her eyes. Some people were staring which got on my nerves. "You can't even apologize!"

I resisted the urge to scoff. "I'm sorry lady. You should look where you're going next time and maybe not be in such a hurry." I wasn't being a jerk really, she was just overreacting.

Her eyes doubled in size and she looked between me and Schumann. "Yes I was in a hurry, I admit and I'm sorry for bumping into you but you have no right to speak with such a tone to me. It's obvious you aren't sorry."

I didn't have time for the drama, but I couldn't hold back, not when people were staring. "Are you doing this for me to get interested in you? Because it seems to me that you were just going around looking for a man to pick a fight with. Bad for you, I don't like rude girls." Schumann gave me a look that said I took it too far and I just rolled my eyes. This lady was obviously crazy, her appearance said so too. Her cheap faded blue jeans and plain white t-shirt also made it obvious she was broke or just too lazy to make herself look presentable.

I felt kind of sorry for her with the look she was giving me. Her big doe eyes looked so pityfull and despite the fierce energy she was trying to exude, I was seeing right through it. She looked at my face for a long time that it got awkward, but after that she bowed her head to Schumann and walked off.

I couldn't help it, my eyes trailed after her until she got into the shopping mall across our company building, leaving me slack-jawed. What a weird lady.

People moved on without saying anything and I felt my body relax. I hated crowds and situations like that.

"Dude," Schumann laughed, placing a fist over his mouth. "What the fuck just happened between you and that girl?"

I laughed too, just to bring myself out of shock. "I don't know."

"That was like some scene from a movie I just watched—" I punched him in the stomach. He continued giggling about it until we reached our destination.