Chapter 19

SILVANA

A low groan escaped my lips as I opened my eyes, but a gripping pain in my head hit me. Shutting my eyes back, I took my hand to my head to massage the pain away. It only did little. I slowly opened my eyes, gazing around as I tried to fathom where I was. The room was familiar, but it was not mine. I had been here before. It was...James’ room.

I gasped loudly as I came to a realization. What the hell am I doing here?! Staring down at my body, my eyes went wide when I saw I was putting on a baggy t-shirt and shorts. Did something happen?

Sprinting up from the bed, I tried to recall what happened as I walked to the door. I remember meeting James and his friend at the club, going to the restroom, and meeting a rough-looking guy, then..what else?

I paused on the doorknob as I tried to recall what happened next, but no matter how I tried, nothing came. Finally turning the doorknob, the door opened and I walked out of the room. My eyes traveled through the few realistic paintings on the wall as I went down the stairs. I didn't notice they were here when I first came here, but they were beautiful. He is probably a fan of paintings.

"You are awake." I looked down at James, who was standing in front of a door, with a smile on his face.

"Good morning." I mumbled, looking away from him nervously. The thought that we did something was killing me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, coming to stand in front of me as I walked down the last stairs. Clearing my throat, I looked up at him boldly, even though I was faltering from shame inside. But I had to know.

"Did anything happen last night?" I watched as his eyebrows raised...in confusion?

"What do you mean?"

Sighing, I looked away. Does he want me to spell it out or what? I'm dying of shame already!

"Are you okay?" Putting on a smile, I faced him back and began gesturing with my hands. "What I mean is, did something intimate happen between us?"

He laughed out, causing me to frown. Is he playing with me right now?!

"You..."

"Nothing happened."

"Huh?" I stopped talking and he chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't believe you assumed that."

"Then why am I dressed like this?!" I yelled, pointing at my body.

"You really don't remember anything?"

My brows furrowed. "Is there something I'm supposed to remember?"

"Well, you got drunk and puked on me, staining your clothes in the process." My eyes widened as I stared at him. He must be joking. How could I...

"And..."

"And what?" I leaned in curiously. I probably did something more.

"Nothing. Come, breakfast is ready." He smiled and began walking away. My brows furrowed as I slowly followed him to his dining room.

My mouth formed an 'O' shape at the sight of the dishes there. What's this? A feast?

"Have a seat." I looked at the chair he drew out for me, and sat on it, mumbling a 'thank you'

My eyes traveled through the various dishes, and I smiled. From the steak to the pepperoni pasta, then the chicken. They were all my favorites.

"Don't you have a maid?" I questioned when he started serving.

"I have one. She is in the kitchen."

I nodded at his reply, and soon he finished serving. As I quickly picked up a fork and scooped the pasta, a question suddenly popped into my head. I faced him. "Who changed my clothes?"

"I did, why?"

"Hey!" I yelled, dropping the fork loudly. "Why will you do that?"

"Why act like I've not seen everything before?" He asked with a smirk. My face became flushed with embarrassment as I stared at him.

"You are a pervert!"

"Chill. She changed it, not me." He motioned to the kitchen door. I looked at it to see a woman in her forties.

"Morning Miss."

"Good morning." I mumbled and glared at James, who chuckled.

The woman walked away, but my eyes were still on James, who was now eating. Annoying! I huffed and began eating.

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"Here. I dry-cleaned it already." I was about to leave the house with James when the woman who I found out her name was Mrs Claire came to give me the clothes I messed up yesterday.

"Thank you very much." Smiling at her, I collected the paper bag.

"Get home safe." I nodded with a smile and went after James who was already walking out.

We got to the car and he immediately zoomed off. I took my phone and switched it on.

There was a message from Karen asking if I was okay. I huffed as I read it. What a question to ask after abandoning me even though she forced me to go to the club. Nevertheless, I typed a reply saying I was okay before sending it.

Looking up from the phone, my eyes met with James, who was staring at me through the rearview mirror.

"Is there something on my face?"

"I saw the articles."

"Articles?" My mind went to the article The Gastons corp. posted together with us, and I rolled my eyes.

"It's nothing."

"Yeah, it's nothing. You look cute in that, by the way."

My face heated up as I stared at his smile through the mirror. I shook my head, looking away from him to stare out of the window.

I bit my lip and touched my cheek, which was turning up. It's probably red right now. I made sure to stare out of the window till we got to my house.

"Thanks for the ride. I will return the clothes to you."

"You don't need to." I stopped to look at him. He smiled.

Without saying anything, I got out of the car and shut the door before rushing towards the house. Shutting the door loudly, I exhaled and rested on it. James...what is he trying to do?