Chapter 46: I'm screwed
Amaris' POV
There was a huge part of me that wanted to blame Mia for all of this but deep down I knew that it was also my fault. I was the one who agreed to go clubbing with her in the first place and now I had to face the consequences. I tried to piece together the events of the previous night, but my memory still remained blurry and the only thing I could remember was grinding against a stranger's crotch in the middle of a club and seeing Caleb appear out of nowhere. I couldn't even remember the stranger's name when we had a whole conversation. I should've just stuck to my rule and drunk only two glasses then none of this would've happened.
I also asked Mia if she saw anything but she said the only thing she remembered was Caleb scaring the stranger away and telling her to mind her own business when she tried to plead with him. She said she would have told me more if Caleb didn't yank me away to one of the private lounge rooms. God, who knows what I did in there? Whatever I did in there, I did under the influence of alcohol but ofcourse my boss wouldn't give a fuck if I was drunk or freaking sober. Whatever....this was for the better right, he was probably going to fire me after I lied to him and went clubbing with Mia, after seeing his secretary dancing in the middle of a club grinding against a stranger in a very revealing dress.
My cheeks heated up as I imagined Caleb's reaction when he saw me in that dress. I didn't know how but Mia ended up convincing me to wear it to the club.
You can't wear that. It looks too plain, you need to wear something sexy.
"I really need to start making my own decision." I said out loud as I pulled over into the parking lot. With my fingers still wrapped around the steering, I let out a loud sigh. "Guess I have to put up with that jerk now." I let out another pent up sigh as I leaned back on my chair as my hands flew to my face. A part of me wished I could stay in my car all day but the other part knew that was no running from Caleb.
A few loud sighs and low groans later, I finally got out of my car. Sadly. I didn't go to Caleb's office immediately instead I waited for him to come to mine like he always did but surprisingly this time he didn't come for a second there. I thought he didn't come to work but I asked Chloe and she said she had seen him come in later this morning. "Oh so now he's trying to make me feel guilty." My lips twisted into a frown.
"Who?" Chloe cocked her brow as her fingers froze over her keyboard. I was so annoyed that I didn't even realize that I had said that outloud.
"Oh...don't mind me, I'm just...." I paused searching for the right word to use as Chloe stared at me with a confused look on her face. "...I think I'll go now." I pointed towards the elevator as she flashed a weird smile my way. Great. Now I've spooked Chloe.
It's not like I was scared of Caleb, it was just.....I expected him to lash out, to be mad, furious. But instead he was just quiet....which was definitely not scary but...
"Not only do you lie to your own boss to go clubbing but now you don't even respect him enough to let him use his own elevator." I stiffened, muttering silent prayers to myself as I slowly turned around to find Caleb leaning in the corner, a few feets away from me. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even realize when I had stepped into his private elevator. Oh Gosh...what was I going to say to him now.
"Oh Mr. Thorne....about Saturday. I...." He held his hand up silencing me as he pushed himself off the wall.
"I don't want to hear it." He clasped his hands behind him hovering over me as he peered at me. "Whatever excuse you have....doesn't change the fact that you lied to me." I instinctively stepped back as he moved forward. "Do you know the implications of your actions?" I wasn't sure if it was his voice or the cold metal that hit my back that sent shivers down my spine but right now it didn't matter. I just needed to get myself out of this elevator, if not I was going to black out. I wasn't the type that liked tight spaces, as a matter of fact I was claustrophobic.
Normally being in an elevator didn't scare me....this place was big enough for at least six people and we were just two but the broad man standing in front of me had cornered me and I was suddenly finding it hard to breathe. "W...what are you talking about?" I stuttered.
"You were drunk..." He drawled. "...in the middle of a club." His temples pulsed as my chest heaved. "What if one of our business associates were in that club, Miss Carter? What if they were there watching you being irresponsible and reckless." He then planted one of his arms on the wall beside me. If I was going to be honest with myself, he was making sense. McCall's midnight lounge was one of the high ranked elite clubs in the city. It was only normal for rich business men to meet up there. "Do you know what they'll be thinking?" He lifted a brow but he didn't wait for me to answer before he spoke again. "Let me tell you what they'll be thinking." He dropped his arm to his side, turning away from me as he moved in small strides to the other side of the elevator and I simply seized the population to catch my breath.
"They'll think that I let an imprudent, careless, irresponsible woman work for me and...."
"Mr. Thorne." I drawled cutting him off. I was already sick of hearing him talk and my breathing was calm now. I knew I was in the wrong but that didn't mean I'll let him lecture me like I was a three year old. "I was in a club. At night. The chances of your business associates being in the same club with me were slim but there is no fucking way they were going to recognise me. Especially when the hall was that dark. And come on...." I rolled my eyes. "Just because I work for you doesn't mean I can't live my life anymore." My lips twisted into a frown.
Just then the elevator doors slid open and as expected no one was on the other side. "Did you just....interrupt me?" He asked, his voice strained with rage as my eyes darted between him and the open doors. He then moved towards the door, giving the door closed button a firm press causing the doors to slide shut. He then spun around, facing me. I'm screwed. "I asked you a question." I'm definitely screwed.
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