4| Stay with me.
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She stood there, perplexed and wondering if he really meant it or whether it was the alcohol talking.
"I am sorry, sir. But I have to go." She said, as she tried to loosen his grip from her wrist.
But he tightened his grip around her wrist and drew her closer.
"Please don’t go." He begged again, "Stay with me."
The look of pity clouded her face when she looked at him, and she could see a tear drop from his eyes.
What could he be going through that made him drink this much? She thought as she gave in to his request and sat beside him.
"I am right here." She assured him. "I am not going anywhere."
But she didn’t get any response from him. He was fast asleep, with his hands wrapped around her wrist.
She was amazed at how soft he seemed at that moment. If someone had told her that the rude, arrogant, and furious Alexander Henderson she knew at the office could be this soft, she would have blatantly denied it.
As she watched over him, she had the opportunity to study every feature on his face. He was such a beautiful creature, his eyebrows were thick, full and perfectly carved. Every girl would die to have such perfect eyebrows. His nose was long and pointed. His lips had a pleasing round shape that is thick, succulent and curvy.
"His lips..." she whispered, as she stared at his lips. Dirty thoughts started racing through her mind.
Alexander moved slightly, pulling her out of her thoughts.
What the f**k is wrong with you? She scolded herself and quickly slapped herself on the cheek lightly.
She continued staring at him until she finally fell asleep beside him.
"No!" She heard a voice say: "Please stay away." The voice continued. She thought she was dreaming and tried to find the source of the voice in the dream.
"No!" The voice screamed again. But this time around, the voice had woken her up, and the voice was not from her dream. It was Alexander’s.
With sleepy eyes, she looked around to see the maids rushing in.
"He’s having a nightmare." One of them informed her.
She darted her gaze to Alexander, he was panting, and he looked like he was struggling in his dream.
"No!" He screamed again and jolted awake.
He looked really terrified; he was breathing heavily and sweating profusely under the cold AC.
Immediately, sleep disappeared from Elizabeth’s eyes and was replaced with worries.
"It’s okay; you are fine." She tried to comfort him as she climbed the bed and wrapped her arms around him.
"I am here with you; nothing would happen to you." She said again as she patted his back.
He slowly started calming down; his breathing rate slowed down, and he held on to her.
"You are not going anywhere." He asked.
"I am not; I am here with you. I promise." She assured him.
Minutes later, he slowly fell asleep, and the maids left the room.
Elizabeth carefully laid him back on the bed. She laid down beside him and watched over him until she fell asleep.
The following morning, she was awoken by a heavy slap on her arm.
She jolted up to see Alexander glaring at her.
"What are you doing here?" He roared.
"Uhm- uhm-" She tried to explain, but she couldn’t speak because she was still in shock.
"Speak!" he exclaimed.
"You passed out at the bar last night, and I brought you home." She said.
"I never asked you to bring me home, but that aside, why did you sleep in my house and in my bed?" He asked and crossed his arms over his chest as he awaited her response.
She looked at him in total bewilderment. "Excuse me?" she asked, a frown creasing her forehead.
She couldn’t believe that he had forgotten how he had curled up in her arms, scared.
"Why are you looking at me that way? Answer my question." He said, knitting his brows together. "First of all, get down from my bed." He added.
"Are you sure you don’t remember anything?" She asked as she crawled out of bed.
"Remember what?" He asked, then paused for a second before continuing. "Wait! Did we?"
"No!" She said it quickly. She knew he wanted to ask if they got intimate.
"Then get out of here." He said, "I don’t care what brought you here; just get out."
She quickly picked up her bag and started walking towards the exit.
"You should be at work by 7 a.m." He said, when she got to the doorway.
She glanced at her wristwatch, then turned back to look at him.
"7am?!" She exclaimed. "This is 6:20 am already."
"Well, I don’t care how you want to do it." He said.
She angrily spun around and dashed out of his room.
"Ms. Elizabeth." One of the maids called as she walked towards the front door. "You are leaving already?"
She turned back to look at her and forced a smile. "Yes, I have a lot of work to do."
"Thanks for bringing him home yesterday and staying with him. I feel so bad for him." She said, her face holding a sad expression.
"Does he always have nightmares?" She asked, curiously, as she walked closer to her.
The maid nodded her head in response as she pressed her lips together.
"By the way, I am Mrs. Garrett." She introduced herself. "Since you are the new secretary, you will get to see me often."
"Nice to meet you." Elizabeth said, extending her hand for a handshake.
Mrs. Garrett took her hand, and they shook hands.
Elizabeth glanced at her wristwatch. "I have to get going now." She said.
Mrs. Garrett nodded her head, and they said their goodbyes afterwards.
She didn’t have the time to go back home and freshen up, so she just went straight to the office, which was a 20-minute drive from his mansion.
When she got to the company, she rushed to the restroom on her office floor and quickly washed her face.
Luckily, she had a moisturiser in her bag, so she moisturised her face and the visible parts of her body with it.
"You are dirty; is this not the same outfit you wore yesterday?" She heard a voice say, while she was straightening her dress.
She turned to look at the source of the voice, and she saw the annoying red-haired witch, whom she had an encounter with the day before.
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