Chapter Seven: Regret.

Chapter Seven: Regret.

THE ride was silent. I was driving about twenty minutes and still, no one dared to talk even a word. This is why I’m bothered earlier. That we’ll surely be this awkward! If he didn’t ask about whatever he wanted related to work, I won’t say anything. Period. That’s what I am thinking of doing right now. I don’t want to talk first.

When we finally reached the airport. We dropped off the parking area and he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. I was busy with mine, and couldn't take it off when he leaned to me.

“We have to hurry,” he said, then took the buckle in my hand.

My heart pounded the moment his finger touched the back of my hand. His manly scent made its way to tempt me to sniff on his smell. I know I’m like pervert fantasizing over him while he was busy unbuckling the stocked buckle.

“Shit,” he let out a cuss, and seemed frustrated. “There. Finally.”

He heaved a euphoric sigh of relief after he unbuckled it. It was a relief for him but not for me when he lifted his head only to see my reaction. His mesmerizing gray eyes fixed on my lips and I pressed it. I quickly avoided his gaze and found the door locks.

“W-we should hurry,” I said, trying to lift up the intensity between us.

Thankfully, he didn't go far and moved away from me to get out of the car. I got my backpack while strolling his baggage, yes, baggage. I didn't know why he packed so much when we were going to go back tomorrow!

His steps were two for me. I wanted to tell him to slow down but I couldn’t complain. Maybe this was his get back when I rejected his offer to have lunch! Thankfully, I wasn't wearing a high heels!

I almost tripped while following him but he stopped so my head bumped into his back.

“Can you please walk fast—”

He turned his head to me and saw how I struggled. Beads of sweat formed into my forehead and I huffed of exhaustion. Without a word, he took his baggage on my hand.

“Next time, tell me if you couldn't do it. Walk with me, I don't want you tailing me,” he said, then continued.

I sighed then tried to straighten my back and followed him. This time, I doubled my steps to keep up his pace.

The moment we enter the plane, he choose to take the seat beside the window while I browse on my phone. I remembered it vibrated on my pants earlier while I’m driving. I quickly saw Brandon’s message. I tilted my head to him but he quickly avoided my eyes. Huh! He’s sneaking on my phone? I rolled my eyes then continue to open his message—it was our schedule after we landed on New York. It’s four hours from now. I guess we don't have much time to rest when we get there.

I scrolled down the message and was surprised to see the last text in there.

From: Sir Brandon Moore.

I’m sorry for what I’ve said and done, Ms. Scott.

A smile curved my lips and then tilted my head to see Brandon. He wasn't looking at me, he was busy looking through the window.

“Apology accepted,” I replied.

That’s his cue to turn his attention to me. His lips parted, trying to say something but he held it back and just gave me a quick smile. That’s fine with me, at least this man knows when to apologize.

The flight’s much better than the awkward drive earlier. It takes two hours and so before we arrive to the airport, we quickly get off and went to the car. He was busy scrolling through his iPad while I drive, seems like he was memorizing.

It was tough for both of us. Only fifteen minutes from the set meeting time when we arrived at the company we were having a meeting. I'm amazed by how Brandon still has the right stance when he was showing all of his proposals and everything to the board members. Ildefonso Hotels and Restaurants and Moore Food Corporation were about to be business partners and it will surely be a great opportunity for MFC. Ildefonsos bigger than Moore, and Brandon is more competitive than I thought he was.

We’re both exhausted after the meeting that turned out well. I drove off to the nearby hotel where he booked a room for us. When we got there, I didn't appreciate how extravagant it was. I quickly propped in bed. To my exhaustion, I almost lost time when a loud buzz woke me.

Still dizzy from the sudden waking up, I walk like a zombie and opened the door only to see Brandon. I came back from my senses when his eyes scanned me.

“Did I disturb your sleep?” he asked.

“No,” I almost stutter, I cleared my throat. “No, Sir. I just got up from sleep…”

He licked his lips. “You can sleep again.”

He was about to turn his back to me but I immediately grabbed his biceps. It wasn't intentional so I pulled off right away.

“What is it, Sir?” I asked.

His lazy eyes drifted on me. “I can't sleep. There's a mini bar down there, could you perhaps join me?”

Yes! I wanted to say it loud but I just nodded, hiding my excitement to talk to him again and have the chance to see if there’s a progress between us. He let me change clothes before we left.

He’s with a simple brown v-neck shirt and a simple six-pocket shorts and a rubber shoes. It was my first time seeing him in a simple clothes and he’s still look dazzling.

“Did you checked on the file I sent you?” he asked.

We’re still in the elevator, waiting for it to went down on the first floor when we are in sixteenth.

“What file, Sir?”

He shooked his head. “Just check it tomorrow. I know you’re tired.”

“What about you, Sir? You seemed tired, why can't you sleep?”

He shrugged. “I couldn't sleep when I’m too tired. Sleeping pills isn't my thing so I drink,” he replied.

“You might end up get used to drinking. Now you can't sleep without it.”

Instead of answering me, he left the conversation with a smirk and the elevator opened for us.

We were silent until we reached the bar. He ordered whiskey for both of us. I hesitated to talk about being a light drinker but to make sure I will be sober 'til later, I decided to tell him. When I got the glass for myself, I turned my head to him.

“Sir, I’m not a good drinker. I can only drink one glass,” I reminded him. “The last time I got drunk, I lost my…”

His eyes narrowed. “Lost your what?”

I pressed my lips then cleared my throat before I answered him. “I lost my cherry, Sir.”

His lips twitched. I didn't know but I saw how his expression changed. It seems like he was bothered. Why?

“So… did you regret that you got drunk and lost your cherry?”

I shook my head then turned my attention to the glass of whiskey I was holding. Looking back, I don’t really regret that I lost it to him. I mean, why would I ask for more when the man I adore a lot was my first sex? Moreover, he left a precious gift to me which is Brent. Although I went through a lot because of Brent and because I didn't let Brandon know about his son, I do not regret it. I will never.

“Don’t you think he took advantage of you for having sex with a woman that is drunk?” he asked, curious.

My brow waggled. “Nope, I know everything that we’ve done. I agreed to what we did so I don't think he took advantage of me…” I said, pertaining every word.

I can sense that he still remembered that night from the way he asked me. The only thing that I have to know is if he remembers me.

“Do you think you could forgive him for taking your cherry when you’re drunk?” he asked.

I blinked. That’s it! He knows me! He remembered me! Is that the reason why he chose me as his secretary without examining me just like how they did on any other applicants? And, did he think that he took advantage of me that night?

“Why wouldn't I forgive him? I liked what we did…” I said. “That night was wonderful and unforgettable.”

I avoided his gaze and continued sipping on the glass of whiskey. I said those words to lessen what he was thinking. Now that I know he remembers me, my only problem is how I would tell him about Brent.

I chugged down the whole glass of whiskey before I propped it on the table then turned my head to him again.

“Why are you so curious, Sir?” I asked.