The Last Ceo’s Deal

Christine

He was just silently staring at everything I did, it was so silent that it was so uncomfortable.

I needed to cook, I was tired of the expensive meals that I badly needed a homemade prepared meal.

He was against it as usual and I didn’t press further, I just let it go his way and followed Edward’s advice of not getting Into his bad side.

My countenance changed and I became moody until I I heard him sigh in frustration and dragged me out of the house to the mini mart on the island.

The ingredients weren’t enough but it was okayokay to prepare a meal.

I cooked, washed the plates, cleaned up the messed up part of the kitchen and all Fanuel could do was stare.

Why was he staring at me like that!

Like.. like he wants…. Jeez Christine, in your wildest dreams.

I shoved every delusional thought at the back of my head and concentrated.

We ate the meal quietly and drifted to sleep later on.

I glance at the wall clock. It’s a few minutes to midnight. I climb out of bed and open the closet quietly, very quietly.

I fish out a pair of jeans and I quickly tug them on. I leave my phone on the dresser before I creep out of our hotel room, careful not to awaken Fanuel. I’ll just get some fresh air and be back before he wakes up.

The corridor is deserted but again, it’s almost midnight. I walk to the elevator and quickly punch the button to the ground floor. I lean on the cold wall of the lift and stare at my pale reflection. I look like a ghost in an oversized T-shirt and blue jeans.

Downstairs, the reception is deserted and a new girl is behind the desk. I guess miss flirt’s shift is over and I almost wish that she never shows up the next day. I really don’t want her all over my husband.

At Least for now.

I almost roll my eyes; who am I kidding? Fanuel doesn’t even like me yet I’m here playing a jealous wife.

Get a grip Christine.

There’s music coming from the bar and I hastily head there. I need a distraction from the nightmares and insomnia and my new husband. I walk through the revolving doors and step inside.

It’s not crowded. It’s a Wednesday night and most people are here on vacation so they are probably huddled on their beds making out and cuddling.

I sit right in front of the counter and the young waiter smiles at me.

“What would you like ma’am?”

“Scotch, double shots.” I reply quickly before I change my mind. I should stay away from alcohol but one drink won’t hurt. Again, Scotch is known for making me sleep like a log.

That’s exactly what I need right now.

He places the glass before me and quickly gulps it down without much thought. I’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow. I push the glass towards him and he pours some more alcohol, which I down in a single gulp.

It makes my eyes water since I’m not exactly a heavy weight and it burns my insides, absolutely scorching my throat.

I wipe my hand across my mouth just as someone sits right next to me.

“Trouble in Paradise?”

Voice.

I turn abruptly to look at him and sure enough, he is gazing at me.

Familiar.

I’m sure I have seen him before. Confidence exudes from him and he has that bossy aura which he carries around.

“Are you talking to me?” I ask while trying to perfect my poker face. I slur slightly and I realize that I’m actually getting drunk.

“Yes I am. What are you taking?” He sniffs at my glass with his eyes on me. “Scotch. I’ll order a bottle for you.”

Bossy tone.

“I’m fine. I was about to go back upstairs.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Where’s your husband?”

“Do you know me?”

“Not exactly but I assume you are here on honeymoon. Why are you drinking alone barely 3 days after you got married?”

I stand up and push my chair back.

“I should go upstairs.”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m just sleepy.”

I move but I stagger and fall back, right into my chair. He laughs and grabs me to steady me.

“How about you let me buy you one more shot then I’ll help you to the elevator?”

I don’t have many choices so I nod. “Deal.”

The waiter passes me another shot and I gulp it down. I’m outright stupid and I desperately hope that the alcohol won’t affect my sanity.

“Do you need more?” The sexy baritone voice is right in my ear and I shake my head.

“I really need to lie down. I don’t want to get sick of you.”

He smirks. “I wouldn’t mind you getting sick of me. You are easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met so that would be a favor to me.”

I swoon. Not even once has Fanuel told me that I’m beautiful. He thinks that I’m not even his type. Why can’t he be like this sexy stranger?

He pushes his glass towards me. “Drink that. It’s one of the strongest drinks they have and it’ll drown your sorrows.”

“What sorrows?”

He leans closer to me until his face is a mere inch away.

“You look stressed, confused and sad. You look nothing like a bride who is supposed to be madly in love with her husband. I’m trying to help you overcome whatever it is. Just drink it Christine.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Christine?

“How do you know my name?”

“I asked at the reception.”

“Why?”

“Because I really wanted to talk to you.”

“About?”

He glances at the door before he takes a deep breath, anger flashing through his handsome face. He ducks his head before he whispers hurriedly.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Your husband is looking for you.”

He keeps his face low as he dashes across the room then walks out through the back door.

I turn to look at the entrance and Fanuel is walking towards me.

I’m a dead meat.