Chapter 24

                                    

                                          
Me- -Loudly crying face emoji- help -Loudly crying face emoji- Henry was drunk last night and we kissed -Loudly crying face emoji- 
Cassey- You kissed!!!
Charlotte- What?!!! What the fuck?!!!
Cassey- What happened? Give me the details.
Me- He was drunk and so we kissed, just so he can scream at me to get out -Loudly crying face emoji- 
Charlotte- He was drunk? And you two kissed?
Cassey- He told you to get out? 
Charlotte- We can't chat about this. Let's do a video call.
Me- No, I'm not sure if he's still around as I haven't gone out of my room all day, and I don't want him hearing us talk.
Cassey- Well, then type it all. Every single detail.
Charlotte- Yeah, from the beginning to the end.
I drew in a breath, explaining everything to them from Fila bringing him in to me ending in my room, trembling and still thinking about the kiss.
Charlotte- Woah.
Cassey- His secretary likes him?
Charlotte- Duh, I mean who doesn't?
Me- He was saying something about testimony. Where's Caley? She might have an explanation for that.
Charlotte- She's gone to work, she's not as jobless as the rest of us.
Cassey- Hey, I've still got a job. I only took a pregnancy break. You two are the only jobless ones.
Charlotte- I don't need a job.
I dropped my phone, realizing they'd probably just continue talking about their jobless situation.
After a few minutes of sitting in bed, contemplating whether to head out and risk meeting with him or just live here forever, I finally crawled out of bed, heading to the bathroom where I took my shower.
What should I say about the kiss? All that it'd made me feel? 
The emotions that were bubbling within me. It had just bought back old emotions.
But most importantly, what do I say about him? 
I got out of the shower, wrapping myself in the towel as I left the bathroom to my bags.
How would I react if I meet him again? What should I expect from him?
I picked out a black shirt with a gray mini skirt. Throwing off the towel, I put on the bra, knickers and the clothes.
Afterwards, I went to the mirror to give my hair a quick brush then packed it to the back so I could be comfortable.
Soon, I was in front of my room door, drawing in several deep breaths and trying to convince myself that he'd be out for work so I won't meet with him.
Once I opened the door, that thought vanished as I saw him come out of his room.
Why on earth did he have to come out exactly when I did?
He stared at me with those damn gorgeous green eyes of his.
He looked hot in the black sweater he had on topped by a gray trouser (just like me). 
Oh shit, we were dressed similarly.
If he noticed it, he probably didn't care as he just gave me a slight nod, then walked past me.
Had he forgotten about the kiss? Was he too drunk to remember?
I recalled the second kiss we had at the party. He'd also acted similarly afterwards and had not said a word about it.
I rushed to meet him so we were walking side by side towards the living room.
He stared down at me, raising a brow like nothing had happened between us last night, “do you want to say something?”
I folded my hands over my chest, avoiding his gaze since I knew what the effect of that could have on me, “don't you have anything to say?”
He stood in front of me, the heat of our closeness sending my heart on a marathon race.
The scent of his aftershave didn't help me feel any more steady.
“What?”
I finally mustered the courage to stare up at him, regretting that action immediately once our gaze locked.
His gaze seized my breath, leading me to swim in how handsome he was.
Get a hold of yourself girl.
I cleared my throat to gain my composure (which was a vain action), taking a step backwards to create more distance between us, “y-you shouldn't act like you don't recall the kiss last night.”
Nothing changed in his expression.
“I told you the last time not to kiss me ever again and then,” I finally found my breath before continuing, “you acted like I was some cheap thing you can kiss. What was that about?”
“I was drunk.” He said like it was that easy.
“Yeah, so?” I furrowed my brows at whatever he was going to say.
“I was drunk and not thinking, you were sober and thinking.”
An involuntarily gasp left me at his accusation, “are you saying—”
But before I could continue, a knock came from the door drifting our attention to it.
“Room service,” a male's voice called from outside, “your food has arrived.”
He went to the door, unlocking it and once it was opened, three workers sauntered in with trays of our food on their hands.
They dropped it neatly and professionally on the dining table, before leaving, closing the door behind them.
He went to the dining table, taking a seat by the head of the table.
What was wrong with him? He still didn't explain anything about the kiss.
But then I realized how the topic made me feel inside and decided to not talk about it again.
Best to just act like it never happened.
Huffing, I headed to the tail of the table, avoiding his gaze the entire time.
“Why didn't you go to work?” I asked in an annoyed tone.
“I don't have anywhere to go today, but will do so tomorrow till Sunday.” He explained.
I didn't understand why he wouldn't have work to do today.
“We'll leave Wednesday next week.” He explained.
I actually wanted to leave. Enough things had already happened in this weird trip.