Chapter 10 - Regret

Without my help, Roman wouldn't manage to land a managerial position in my uncle's company.

I doubted that he would manage to get to that position.

When asked by my uncle what engagement present I would like from him and because I was blindly in love with Roman, I asked my uncle for Roman's promotion.

I remember my uncle's shock at that time which he quickly covered with a grin and said, "Of course, I will do as my favorite niece asked me."

"No, that's not true," Roman denied it

But I knew he was eyeing the position of the CFO as he said it when I came to pick him up at the bar because he could not drive.

In his drunkenness he blurted it out.

I was planning to ask my uncle to give him that position, however my uncle was away for a long business trip.

The night of my uncle's return to the country, I went to Roman's apartment to tell him that we were going to my uncle's villa.

I drove to his apartment and planned to wait for him there since it was still early.

The lights of his apartment were on and this made me wonder as Roman wasn't a wasteful person.

Always making sure that lights were off before leaving his apartment.

It got me worried that he might be ill and didn't go to work.

In haste, I made my way to his room but an embarrassing sound coming from his room stopped my feet from taking another step.

He was really into porn, multiple times he persuaded me to watch with him but declined each time.

I was hesitating to enter his room however when I remembered my purpose I gathered my courage to push the ajar door.

My knees buckled down and I swayed when I saw two naked bodies intertwined together on the bed.

One was Roman, my fiance and the other one was my best friend, Lucy.

"Roman? Lucy?"

I was jolted back to the present when Roman darted to me and embraced me.

"Let go of me, Roman," I screamed.

I tried to get out from his arms but my hands were locked up and he embraced me tightly.

"Let her go!" I heard a voice from behind and saw the president's body guard.

Roman released me. A mocking grin was on his lips.

"Oh, you found a rebound, that's why you don't want to come back to me," he said, looking up and down, scrutinizing the bodyguard whom he thought was my lover.

"I will never come back to a scum like you even if I don't have a man beside me," I said coldly.

"You'll regret not coming back to me for this man," his face was full of confidence.

"I regretted the day I gave my heart to you," I watched as Roman's face paled as I replied.

Defeated, he turned and left me.

I felt no remorse looking at his receding defeated silhouette.

Stepping into the house, I froze on my spot when my eyes met with the president.

"Come here," his soothing voice waltzed into my ears.

I couldn't understand why I started to walk towards him as if I was being hypnotized.

I sat on the loveseat across from him.

"He's not worth it," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. President," I said and smiled at him.

He nodded his head while a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, dispelling his coldness.

My perception about this cold man in front of me, greatly changed.

He wasn't uncaring and indifferent.

Undoubtedly, he's a sympathetic person.

I caught sight of the wall clock and it was already tea time.

"Would you like to have a biscuit and tea, Mr. President?" My voice was jovial.

With raised eyebrows and pursed lips, he looked at me intently.

The smile on my lips didn't fade as I waited for his answer.

"Sure!" He replied and I scurried to the kitchen.

I went back, carrying a tray and served him biscuits and tea.

"Where's your cup?" He asked me. "Go get your cup and join me," he added.

"No, but thanks, Mr. President," I refused him.

I couldn't join him. He's the president and I can't be drinking tea with him.

I never forgot who I was and certainly knew my place.

"Come on! This is your house, remember? The host should join the guest," he said to me, his lips curled up in a full smile.

My heart leaped seeing him smile.

"Alright," I couldn't refute what he said.

We're quite companionable even with the silence enveloping the place.

From time to time, our eyes met and we smiled at each other.

"Would you like to go to your room and have a rest, Mr. President?"

Something flickered in his eyes but I couldn't tell what it was.

"Okay, please help me to my room, captain," I went near him and had his arm rest on my shoulders and held his waist while I led him to the room.

I am physically fit however by the time we reached the room, I was panting.

Being head taller than me, I felt breathless when we reached the room, as he leaned almost all his weight on me.

Panting as I propped my arm on the bed to help him lay down, my hand slid, which caused my face to land on the president's firm chest.

I whimpered and touched my nose.

"Are you hurt?" I heard the president's voice at the top of my head and I looked up.

Our faces were just a few inches apart and I could feel his warm breath fanning over my face.