Chapter 4: TRICKED

We took the presidential elevator down and Peter drove us to the designated place for the meeting which turned out to be a restaurant.

Make sure to take down all the necessary details, Mr Rowland said to me as we reached the restaurant.

Yes sir, I answered

A private room has been reserved for the meeting with two men already waiting for us. One was a middle aged man, as we exchanged pleasantries he introduced himself as Mr Owen, president of Sanchez Company. As the meeting progressed he kept on directing questions to me and I answered with ease but his gestures kept making me uncomfortable. I'm not a kid and I understand his gestures very well but I don't understand why he would be doing this in an important meeting like this.

ALEXANDER'S POV

As soon as we started exchanging pleasantries with the Sanchez Company, I already knew that I wouldn't like this meeting. The zoo man had shaked hands with Aria and refused to let go of her hand for a whole two minutes. If it were possible for him he would have asked me to give them some space. And then during the meeting, he almost turned Aria into the main speaker. She was only meant to contribute little or no ideas into the project but this man kept drifting back to her every now and then. She handled his questions well, making me admire her. She is really up to the task and soon, being in my bed will be added to her achievement.

I summarized the meeting and we ordered a meal which was delivered in no time. And now, Mr Owen is at it again picking out food for Aria. At this point I have become visibly annoyed drinking one glass of wine after the other. When I heard him asking her to have more wine I dropped my cutleries letting it make a little bit of noise as I stood up

I think it's time for me to take my leave, I said to them.

I bet the man was visibly shaken but this is the least I could do for him for now.

Aria equally stood up immediately and we left the room. Peter was already waiting for us and soon we're on our way home.

Aria'S POV

After escaping the clutches of that shameless man, thankfully I'm finally going home. I was sitting on one side of the car and Mr Rowland on the other side leaving enough space between us. I was looking outside the window when I heard Peter calling

“Boss! Boss! Boss!’” but there was no response so I turned to see what was happening. Mr Rowland was resting back on the chair but I was surprised to see his head falling from one side to the other. I looked at Peter from the rear view mirror and he was also looking at me.

Is he asleep? I asked Peter.

I think he's drunk, he replied.

I remembered that he drank a lot of wine earlier so it's understandable if he's drunk. But his head looks very uncomfortable so I tried adjusting it for him but then, he fell on my shoulder??

I looked at Peter bewildered.

Miss Benson, I don't think I would be able to take care of him alone, can you please help me? Let's send him home first then I can drop you off, he asked.

Helplessly, I accepted and we drove to Mr Rowland's house. It was of course one of the best in town, highly luxurious, suitable for a man of his caliber.

As we parked in the compound, his butler came out as I was helping Mr Rowland out of the car. I thought he would take Mr Rowland from me but instead he carried Mr Rowland's suitcase and told us to come in. I guided the wobbling Mr Rowland into the house holding his waist and hanging one of his arms on my shoulders. The butler went on to direct me to his bedroom and eventually we got there.

Panting, I dropped him on the bed but he didn't let go which made me fall with him onto the bed.

I'm already this much exhausted so I lay still with my eyes closed trying to catch my breath. Suddenly I noticed someone hovering over me, I opened my eyes immediately only to behold a pair of sea blue eyes staring into me. Startled, I quickly sat up trying to free myself from him forgetting that he's drunk but he held me down and began to trace my face with his thumb. He traced it down to my neck, shoulder and chest. He brought his face closer to mine and I was lost looking into his eyes. He turned to my neck and began to sniff, showering it with hot breath.

Don't go, he whispered into my ear causing me to shiver and bringing me back to reality. I wriggled myself for freedom but he wouldn't budge. I looked up and found him staring at me like a lost hungry puppy. Then suddenly I remembered, he is drunk! No wonder. I laughed at his expression and began to pat his hair and face. This guy is really handsome and worthy of my crush. He ran his fingers on my waist which made me imagine things. Suddenly an idea came to my mind. Since he's drunk he would probably forget everything the next morning right? So even if I give in to his attempts I can still leave before he wakes up

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