My Bosses Pretend Lover

Chapter Three - Getting the bosses drunken ass home

Nova’s P.O.V

“I think I need to go home. I have had too much to drink.” Brandon laughed.

After dinner, we ended up at a bar down the street. Brandon was drinking too much whisky and beer while I stuck with water and mocktails.

“Yes, I think you may be right.” I laughed, “Come on, I will take you home.” I said.

“Oh, that’s naughty.” He said with a cheeky look on his face.

“I never meant that way.” I laughed.

He rolled his eyes at me, getting to his feet and stumbled slightly. I grabbed him, holding him up. I managed to get him to my car, it was hard work, but I managed to get him there without any injuries. I helped him into the car before running around and climbing in the driver’s seat.

“Where do you stay?” I asked.

I had never been to his house, so I never knew his address. He fell silent, his finger tapping on his chin, deep in thought. I chuckled at the full thing; it was amusing. It took him a few minutes, but he finally managed to remember his address. He will be feeling this tomorrow. I put his address into my satnav, getting on our way. It never took us long, the drive silent, when we did pull up, I was in awe of the place, and it was a stunning house. The place was huge. Too big for one person, in my opinion. I drove up to his driveway, parking my car and climbed out, going around to help him out.

“Nova, what ya doing?” He laughed, prodding my nose.

“Getting your drunken ass home.” I laughed.

“Oh…Ok. You need to get my keys, in there.” He said, pointing to his jean pocket.

I hesitated, not wanting to get that close to his crotch area. I never had a choice; he was too wasted to get them himself. I sighed, sliding my hand into his pocket, searching for his keys. I felt the metal of them against my hand.

“It’s a little more to the left.” He said, smirking at me.

I knew fine well that he was not talking about his keys. I quickly grabbed the keys, removing my hand from his jean pocket. He turned, pouting at me.

“You are no fun.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Get your drunken ass into the house, Brandon.” I laughed, “Stop being a perv.” I added.

“I am your boss; you do remember that right Miss Nova?” He said, looking at me trying to be serious, but the stupid grin on his face was giving him away.

“Move…now.” I laughed, pointing towards the front door.

Brandon stuck his tongue out at me before trying to storm off like a child, failing because he was struggling to walk straight. I never thought he would be a funny kind of drunk, but he was keeping me amused. I followed behind him, sliding in front of him, opening the front door.

“Nice ass,” He grumbled under his breath.

I ignored him, knowing he was only acting this way because he was drunk. I opened the door, helping him in and searching around for a light. I finally found it, and my eyes widened when I see the scene in front of me. Whoa! He has good taste, the place was beautiful, and that was only the hallway and living room I can see.

I looked around, seeing he still had some photos up of him and Darcy including their wedding photos. They looked stunning…happy. I felt my heartbreak for him. He clearly is not ready to let that part of his life go, which is understandable. He probably thought that was him settled for life with the one he was meant to be with.

“I need a drink.” He said, stumbling away from me.

I followed close behind, scared that he fell. He led us into a room that was turned into a bar. He headed straight to it, but before he had a chance to reach it, I grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“I think you have had enough. You need coffee and water. You have to work in the morning.” I said.

He slowly turned to face me, an unpleasant look on his face.

“Yes, mother.” He said sarcastically.

“Where is the kitchen?” I asked.

“That way.” He said, pointing to the door we came in only moments ago.

That was helpful, not. I would need to find it myself. I linked my arm through his arm, making sure he was close so I could keep an eye on him and keep him away from the alcohol. I finally managed to find it after searching for the large house for ten minutes.

“Sit down before you fall, Brandon, please?” I said, looking at him.

“OK.” He whispered, sitting down at the breakfast bar.

I rummaged around, finally finding the coffee machine, making him a strong black coffee and one for myself too. I made my way over to where he was, sitting across from him. He was staring at his fingers, a sad look on his face.

“Brandon, are you OK?” I asked, concerned.

“No, not really. I hate this house; it is too big and lonely. I need to move out.” He said, the brokenness clear to hear in his voice, “Why can’t I move on from her Nova? She moved on before we even separated, why can’t I? It has been six damn f*****g months, and here I am still a pathetic mess, still feeling like a broken excuse of a man.” He snarled out. 

My heart was aching for him. The sadness to him was something I would not wish to see on my worst nightmare. I reached across the table, placing my hand over his.

“Because you loved her deeply. You still do Brandon, and that is why it still hurts as much, You will get better, but you need time. It doesn’t make you pathetic Brandon; it makes you human. You will be OK, in time…I promise.” I said, giving him a small smile.

He sighed, running his hands through his dark hair.

“I hope you are right, Nova.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee.

A silence fell between us as he got lost in his thoughts. I knew he was thinking about her about his broken marriage. I let him be. He finished his coffee off.

“I should probably get to bed.” He said, standing but like earlier stumbled a little.

“Come on you; I will give you a hand. Point me in the direction of your bedroom.” I said.

“Thank you for looking after my drunken ass Nova. Can you swing by and pick me up before you go to work tomorrow? I don’t want to call my driver because he will have a go at me for drinking again. Apparently, I drink too much.” He said.

“Sure thing,” I replied.

We made our way to his bedroom. As soon as we arrived, he stripped down to his boxers, sitting on the edge of the bed. I tried my best not to look, failing because I found myself stealing a glance at him, quickly turning away because it felt wrong.

“Nova what if no one ever loves me again? What if I never fall in love again?” He asked, looking up at me, he looked like a lost puppy.

I made my way over to him, sitting down next to him, facing him side-on.

“I am sure that will not be the case, Brandon. You will fall in love again when you are ready. And I am sure the right one is out there for you.” I smiled.

“I hope. I can’t believe I am thirty- two years old and already heading towards a divorce. That was not that plan when we married seven years ago. By now, we were meant to have kids, and now here I am alone. I have nothing Nova; work is all I have.” He said, looking like a broken man once again.

I reached over, placing my hand on his knee.

“You will have a family one day, Brandon, when you find the right woman. Darcy was not the right woman for you because if she were, you would still be together,” I said.

“Maybe.” He shrugged before laying down on his bed.

“You need anything, Brandon?” I asked.

“Will you stay?” He asked.

His question surprised me. That was the last thing I expected him to ask. He was looking at me with pleading eyes. I knew he was asking cause he was lonely. I know I should tell him, no, but I never had the heart to tell him that.

“Please? I could do with the company.” He said, “There are things in that drawer that you can sleep in.” He added.

“OK.” I smiled “Where am I sleeping?” I added.

He smirked a little, shifting over to the other side of the bed and patting the space next to him.

“I will take that sofa.” I laughed, referring to the large sofa in his bedroom.

“Fine then, I will remember that.” He said, pouting at me.

I ignored him, and within moments he had fallen asleep. I stood from the bed, pulling the duvet over him, stroking his face softly, “You will be OK, Brandon.” I said, hoping I was right.

I headed to the kitchen, grabbing some water for him, he will need it in the morning. I looked around, finding a blanket and some pillows for the sofa. I found joggers and a tee to sleep in. I probably would not sleep well, never do when I am at someone else’s house. All I hope is that when he wakes up tomorrow, he does not get mad because I am here, probably forgetting he asked me to stay.