Chapter seven

The meeting ended an hour after midnight and Tristan and Angela were so exhausted. On their way back to the hotel, Tristan asked Angela if she would love to go grab a drink and she agreed. They went to their suite to get changed and Angela was surprised to see that there were some clothes for her on the bed with a note that read ‘hope you like it. Tristan’

She picked up the clothes and inspected them, there was a blue, glittery, strapless short dress with matching pair of boots and a gorgeous black jumpsuit. She wore the blue dress, applied some lipgloss and luckily for her, her hair still looked okay, she patted it and headed out.

Tristan was waiting for her at the reception, when he looked up, his eyes sparkled and he gave a warm smile as he looked her over. It was the first time he smiled at her, he usually only smirks and he looked so handsome when he smiles.

“Wow, you look stunning.”

“Thanks. How did you know what size of clothes to get me?” she asked curiously and he smiled again

“Lucky guess” he held out an arm to her “shall we?”

She smiled and took his arm “we shall”

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Tristan could not stop staring at her as she talked and laughed freely with him. She was slightly intoxicated which made her very free and lively. He had never seen this side of her and he wondered if his behaviour towards her was the reason.

“I’M GONNA GO TO THE BATHROOM!” she yelled over the loud music. She stood up and wobbled but he quickly held her. He was more concerned about her now because she could barely stand

“Do you need some help, you can barely stand”

“I'm fine…” her words were slurred “don't worry, I'll be back in the twinkle of an eye” she giggled

“I said twinkle, it sounds like tinkle which is what I'm going to do in the bathroom” she giggled again

“Are you sure you'll be okay?”

“Sure. The bathroom is over there isn't it?” she pointed at a completely different place and he had to adjust her hand to the exact place.

“There's the bathroom”

She squinted her eyes like she was trying to get a better view

“Oh, okay. Thanks”

She took two staggered steps, paused and recovered her balance before walking to the bathroom.

He kept his gaze fixated on her till she disappeared into the bathroom all too aware of the lewd stares she was getting from the men around. He frowned when she didn't come out after two minutes and was prepared to go check on her when she appeared in the bathroom's doorway. He quickly rushed to go meet her and she smiled up at him when he put his arm around her.

“Dance with me Tristan” she whispered in his ear and his brow went up in surprise, not because she wanted to dance with him but because she called him Tristan. She only ever called him Mr Perry.

“Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm” she nodded and pulled him into the dance floor. He had to admit, he loved the drunk Angela.

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He wasn't sure how exactly it happened, maybe he too was more drunk than he thought, all he knew was that one minute they were dancing together and the next minute, Angela's lips were on his. It caught him off guard but he found himself kissing her back, the feel and taste of her lips was something he never imagined, she tasted of strawberry and her lips were pleasantly soft.

Before he knew it, her hands had slid in his shirt and was sending heat down his whole body, she pressed harder against him, and he could feel her boobs pressing against his chest and he pulled her closer. He felt his body screaming of desire, he wanted her right now.

He had never felt this way, the intensity of the moment, her perfect body pressed against his, the way her hands roamed his body and the way she kissed him hungrily. He found his hands roaming around her body too before he suddenly snapped out of it. He drew back, shocked and breathless.

He couldn’t take advantage of her like this, she definitely didn’t realize what she was doing and if he continued, it would be unfair to her.

“Angela! Let's go back to the hotel!” his voice came out harder than he expected and she pouted

“Why?” she asked playfully

“Now!” he roared and she frowned, pushed past him and stalked off

“Wait” he yelled, struggling to keep up with her. Damn! She was walking too fast for someone that is drunk.

She waited outside, fuming with anger while he called an Uber. She crossed her arms and he tried to say something that would calm her down

“You know, we have to be at the office in the morning and it's really late, we need to get some sleep.” she said nothing but she continued to fume.

“Angela…?”

“What Tristan? What? You know, you've been nothing but a controlling asshole since I started working for you. All you do is snap at me and even when I think oh wow, he's finally warming up to me, you display another side of asshole. I do my best but I can only do things according to my strength but it's never good enough for your lordship is it? No it's not because your lordship expects everything and everyone to be perfect and sorry to burst your bubble but no one is perfect, not even you Tristan”

He stood staring at her with shock, no one had ever spoken to him like this and even though she probably won't remember anything she said in the morning, it was the truth. He had been so hellbent on getting his revenge and making her miserable that he had become blinded by it. It took her getting drunk for him to realize that he had been so awful to her, the only time she was truly herself was when she was intoxicated.

He wanted to say he was sorry but he knew it would have no effect, not right now. He would wait until she was sober, then he would apologize properly and also confess his real feelings to her.

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Angela woke up with her head feeling like someone was hitting a plank on it. She felt groggy as she stood up slowly from the bed. The ray of sunlight hit her and she felt temporarily blind as she struggled to get off the bed and pulled the curtains shut.

She stood staring at her surroundings and trying to remember where she was and why she was here.

It clicked in an instant just as she spotted the coffee on the table, she waddled over and picked up the note beside it, it read:

This should help with the hangover~ Tristan

How thoughtful of him she thought as she sat down with the coffee while trying to recollect the events from last night.

Her brain was fuzzy and nothing seemed to be making sense. She discarded the thought as she planned to ask Tristan. She stared at her hands and it suddenly dawned on her that she was in a robe and underneath, she was stark naked. How had she undressed? Did Tristan undress her?

Her face went hot at the thought of Tristan undressing her even though she wasn't exactly sure he'll do that but she was still curious.

The room phone rang and she picked it up.

“Hello?” Tristan's deep voice sounded on the other side of the line

“Miss Cameron, I'm just calling to remind you that we have a flight to catch by ten a.m”

“Okay sir?”

“You do realize the time right?”

“Um…no sir” she whispered and she heard him sigh

“It's nine thirty two a.m” Angela gasped

“I'll be ready in ten minutes sir!”

“Good” he said and hung up.

She gulped the remaining coffee, flung off the bathrobe and rushed to the bathroom. She didn't notice her phone had been ringing all the while