CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

DALLAS



“When are you coming back?” the text read.

The whole club seem to fade into the background as I stared, no, glared at my phone screen.

You've got to be kidding me.

He hadn't called or text since I got left New York and now… this?

It's not like I cared if he checked in on me or not. He bought me a ticket. Everything that happened after that shouldn't really matter to me.

I mean, the fact that he left me on his bed, soaked with my own juice because of his words and actions, doesn't mean he had to communicate with me, right?

It's not really that big of a deal that he rubbed his hardness on my throbbing pussy, and I totally shouldn't make a fuss about it. Totally.

Fuck him!

I made sure to open the text so he'll know I read it, then set my phone on the table.

I'm not petty. And I'm definitely not mad at him. Why would I be mad? I don't have the right to be mad. It's not like I'm his girlfriend or fiancee.

This seething rage inside me must be because of the alcohol. I've definitely had a lot to drink today.

I downed the content of the glass in one go and felt a burning sensation at the back of my throat. But even that didn't do anything to the rage. I'm just so sick of his twisted games.

The phone lit up the second time and I opened the text.

“Are you ignoring me?”

I typed random letters so it'll show three dots on his side, then I deleted it and locked my phone screen.

God, what is happening to me?

I always enjoy provoking Oliver for absolutely no reason. It's always nice to see his mask slip away sometime. But this is the first time I didn't enjoy annoying him. I was genuinely pissed at him.

He disappears for a whole week, comes back with a first class ticket to my best friend's wedding, then he disappears again before I could say a proper goodbye. And now he is asking when I'm coming back?

Technically, he has a genuine excuse for asking that. He is my boss and he is just simply asking me when I'll be returning to work. But I refuse to be reasonable right now. I'm letting the alcohol control my thoughts.

Once again, fuck him in the grandest way ever!

I downed another glass of champagne. I was feeling a little tipsy, but unlike Lisa, I was still a bit aware of my surroundings. Ari is the only one that's perfectly sober among the three of us. At least one of us decided to be mature.

Another text came into my phone and I picked it up.

“Dangerous grounds, little monkey.”

Just as I was about to set my phone down, a call came in. The asshole was calling me. Well, he is so wrong if he thinks I'll answer the phone.

“You saved someone's contact with ‘the devil's incarnate'?” Lisa asked drunkenly, her face so close to me. I would have flinched if I hadn't been so drunk.

“Seriously, you've got to stop sneaking up on me like that.” I whispered into her ears.

“Who is that?” she whispered back

I didn't give her an answer and simply sipped my drink. That's my fourth glass. Or fifth? I lost count. All I know is that I could feel the alcohol in my system.

“Oh, I know who it is. It's your hot boss, isn’t it?” She said, her eyes lit up in excitement.

Ari's brows furrowed as she stared at us in confusion.

“She's drunk.” I whispered to her.

“I heard that. And I'm not drunk. Not even a little bit.”

She tried to stand up but her legs wobbled, she fell right back into the couch.

“Ari, her boss is sooooo hotttt…” she slurped her words.

My phone rang the second time. I decided to answer it when it became obvious he wouldn't stop calling.

“I need to take this.”

I rose from the couch and wobbled slightly before gaining my balance. I walked out of the club before answering the call.

“What do you want?” I said sharply.

I swear, my alcohol intake is going to get me in so much trouble one off these days.

“Wow, someone sounds aggressive.” He chuckled.

I hate how hearing his voice brought tingles all over my body. I gritted my teeth together.

“I'm not coming back anytime soon. I'll stay in Korea for a loonggg time…”

I missed a step and was about to land on the concrete floor when a strong hand pulled me back and shoved me into a hard surface. A hard chest. The heavy scent of musk immediately hit my nostrils and I inhaled sharply.

“I don't think so, little monkey.” he said in his annoyingly, attractive deep voice. His breath caressed my skin, giving me a tingling sensation.

Did I mention how much I hate how much is presence affect me?

I wrapped my arm around his neck and hugged him tightly. I took a deep breath of his sharp scent. I wanted to remain in that position forever. He is really here.

Then it suddenly hit me. I shoved him back with all of my strength but he only took a few steps back.

I squinted my eyes to make sure I didn't just hug a random stranger, thinking he is Oliver. But it's really him.

Oliver is here. In Seoul. Thousands of miles away from New York. At a nightclub of all places. Or did I develop a superpower and accidentally teleport to New York?

“You? What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice laced with surprise.

“My little monkey has refused to come home. Have you seen her, perhaps?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I'm not joking. Seriously, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I came to see someone. But she doesn't seem very happy to see me.” he clicked his tongue, his expression darkening like the other day.

“You came here to force me to go home with you? The wedding hasn’t even happened yet. There is no way I’m leaving.”

He sighed.
“I’m not asking you to leave today.”

Tears stung at the corner of my eyes as I stared at him.

“Fuck you!” I yelled.

His jaws ticked and his expression hardened as he stared at me. I could tell he was really pissed, but I couldn’t care less. I was frustrated and drunk, and so determined to get everything off my chest tonight.

I might as well be signing my death certificate because I moved closer to him and started hitting his chest. I’m definitely going to regret this when I’m sober.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!! Fuck you!!!”

Surprisingly, Oliver stayed put and accepted all the hits without flinching. I didn’t exactly hit him enough to hurt him though.

“You know, a girl has needs. You should stop making me wet if you’re not going to fuck me.” I lowered my voice.

His facial expression softened as he stared at me, but he didn’t interrupt my embarrassing speech. Asshole.

“I understand that you don’t feel the same and you’re merely touching me because of our agreement.” I whispered into his ear.

“But I’m just sooooo frustrated.”

He held me firmly to prevent me from slumping to the ground.

I felt nausea rose up my throat and my face twitched. Oliver seem to notice the change in my demeanor, his brows furrowed.

“Is something wrong?”

“I’m gonna… puke…”

I rushed away from him as fast as I could in my heels, and threw up near a trash can. Oliver caught up to me in a few strides. He rubbed soothing circles on my bare back.

“Oh God,”

My head banged as I tried to steady myself.

Oliver swept me off my feet, his grip was firm, but not tight enough to hurt me. He started walking away to god-knows-where. I didn’t have the energy to protest so I just snuggled closer to him.

“I reek of puke. You’re not gonna touch me now, huh?” I mumbled.

His dark chuckle was the last thing I heard before I slowly drifted to sleep. I felt one emotions the entire time. Safe.