Sinful Indulgence

9. Drunken kiss

CHAPTER NINE

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He flirted with me. My super-hot boss, Vincent flirted with me.  The thought had been nagging me the entire day and so had the fight between him and his wife. I had not intentionally eavesdropped because wee, they had been way too loud. Almost immediately after it stopped, Vincent had barged off downstairs. However, both Vincent and Brandon had been gone when I came downstairs. Jenner never came out of her room the entire day. Having nothing to do, I settled on the cozy, adjustable black leather seat in the theater room, turning on the TV.

Big bang Theory showed up and for a second I froze. That was Raymond's favorite comedy. A small shudder raced through my heart but I was quick to stop my emotions from flowing all over the place. I changed the channel, finding an ongoing Korean drama. In a way, Korean dramas were my sooth and the only way I knew how to stop thinking of the harsh, messed-up reality that was my sad life.

I must have dosed right after it was done and was woken up by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. Rubbing my eyes, I noticed the house was bathed in darkness except for the television screen's light. I fumbled through the dark, occasionally running into the back of the couch. After switching on the lights, I walked to the front door, the irritating doorbell still ringing. Yanking it open, I almost fell backwards in shock.

"Vincent," I breathed in surprise.

The strong smell of alcohol reeking from the two men, overpowered my senses and on impulse, I staggered back a little. Brandon was drunk too but not as much as Vincent.

"Isn't she pretty Bran?" Vincent laughed drunkenly, attempting to touch a stray strand of my hair but I was quick to step back.

"Yeah," Brandon agreed while watching me.

“She is too pretty. It makes me want to –“He belched and I screwed my nose in disgust. Since when did Vincent become such a drunkard? Was it because of the fight he had with his wife?

My train of thought came to a sudden stop when I heard the sound of flip flops behind me and soon enough Jenner came into view, dressed up in.

"Are you drunk Vincent?" She inquired the obvious, except her tone was a mixture of disbelief and shock.

"So you suddenly care about me now, huh? “Vincent questioned venomously.

"Vincent let me get you to bed," she attempted to take his arm but he swatted it away.

"Leave me alone Jenner and stop pretending that you actually care, “He staggered past us, heading up stairs.

When I looked at Jenner, I noticed a look of vulnerability shaded in her eyes. It was like she was trying her hardest not to burst down in tears. Seeing her like this made me feel guilty for getting attracted to her husband and letting him flirt around with me.

"Um...Thank you Brandon for bringing him home," she rushed up the stairs after her husband.

Brandon shrugged returning his attention to me. Of course, he was still here.

"Hey, are you free tomorrow evening?" he asked, leaning a little on the side of the door.

"Excuse me?" If he was planning to ask me out then he was going to get something else coming.

"My grandma is hosting this masquerade ball tomorrow night and really you don't have to but if you really need a good getaway for a while, you should come. It is going to be a lot hella fun trust me, “Maybe he was not as drunk as I had anticipated him to be.

"I'll see you some other day Brandon, “I hedged, shutting the door on his face.

I breathed deeply before choosing to ascend the stairs. I was barely midway when the noise reached me. For a couple that young they sure fought a lot. I thought these rich people's marriages were supposed to be so perfect. On second thought, I went to the kitchen realizing it was only seven-thirty in the evening. It was way too early to sleep and besides, I did not want to hear their fight.

Was I supposed to go ahead and cook dinner or what? I lazed around in the kitchen and after making a cup of back coffee for myself, I sat down. At least from the kitchen, their verbal fight was barely audible.

Hours dragged by slowly but once their fight was over at around midnight, I retired to my bedroom. I was too damn tired so only a few minutes flickered by before I fell into a deep slumber.

I had no idea what time it was but I was woken up by a knock on my door. Second time in one day I was getting up to open the door for someone. Who was it and what did they want now? Yanking the door, I stared in surprise at Vincent.

"How may I help you, Sir? “I tightened my arms around myself, suddenly feeling underdressed in the tiny white shorts and oversize faded green sweater.

I didn't have time to blink when he suddenly captured my cheeks with both hands, pressing his lips on mine.