Chapter 3

“Are you going to act like you don’t know me at all?”

I froze when I heard Julian’s voice from behind me. It’s been a week since I knew that he is Mr. Greene and he’s going to be the supervisor of the café. And that means it’s been a week since I’m having one hell of a hard time in the café because I’m dodging him.

The thing is, it’s too obvious.

Whenever he comes inside the café, I would pretend like I’m too busy to even greet him. If possible, I would go to a place where he is out of sight and most of the time, it’s the storage room. I would pretend like I’m about to get something important but I know that he knows I’m not.

Like I said, it’s not too hidden. I’m really kind of obvious.

Hell, how can I even face my boss who I happened to have a one night stand with? I’m more embarrassed and weirded out than awkward!

But what I’m really grateful for is he didn’t push it. He let me distance myself from him. Well, I was thankful for that until now.

I placed the rag down and slowly faced him. The café’s closed early because of the anniversary night for the employees. This night will be the moment of truth for Mr. Bennett and his fiancée.

The checkered tie he was wearing a while ago is gone and the first four buttons of his shirt are undone. The sleeves are folded up to his elbows and goddamn this godly human. Can be ugly sometimes too? His handsomeness is giving me a hard time.

“Mr. Greene—”

“Oh, and I’m your boss now?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. He sounded hurt that I called him formally. Well, he’s supposed to be used to it since he’s the supervisor, right?

“You are my boss.” I stated a matter-of-factly.

Julian raised his brows, amused of my confidence in talking back. I shouldn’t talk back now, should I?

I bit my lip. “I’m not being rude.” I immediately took back my sarcasm. My job is too important to me to lose it over a sarcastic remark on the boss.

Now, he looked at me with more amusement. Damn. He must think I’m crazy. Well, I’m so close to being insane. He makes me insane in every reason I can’t even comprehend.

He smiled and shook his head. “I see. Are you weirded out?” he asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Weirded out? No. I’m about to get insanely crazy and I don’t think if there's something like that even. How can I be crazy and insane at the same time? I don’t know.

He looked at me with curious eyes. I wonder what he's thinking. Is he thinking that I am overreacting because of one night? Is he thinking that I am not in the position to have a say on this matter? What? I want to know. I need to know.

“Look, what happened—”

“I don’t even remember what happened.” I cut him off because the topic is really awkward.

He raised his eyebrow. “You don’t remember?”

I shook my head. Later that day, when I got really sobered up, bits of what happened came to me but there's no way in hell that I would admit that. No.

A door opened and I got in. With a man I cannot see the face but he sure as hell smelled so good for a man.

I heard the door shut and I giggled as he pinned me behind it. “Oh!” I swear I haven’t heard myself like this before.

He smirked and pressed his body to mine. “So hot.” His hand slipped in the middle of my thighs.

Sudden gush of heat rushed through my veins as his hand travelled higher to my wet shorts.

“Oh!” I moaned as his fingers stayed there. He groaned and slammed his lips onto mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He slid his tongue inside my mouth, tracing every single corner of my cavern. His other hand travelled up to my waist, and above towards my bare stomach. I can’t help but feel the tingles of the butterflies inside me with the way he touched me.

No. I don’t even know the man. Why am I willingly giving myself to him? I can’t just give my whole body up for him.

Fuck. I am not even supposed to be kissing him.

But why? Why is my body reacting like this? Why is my body feeling this pleasured?

Every touch. Every kiss. Every whisper. It shakes my whole system.

He bit my lower lip and nibbled on it. The taste of vodka and his minty breath made me even weaker. How can my body betray me this way?

“Please…”

“Please what?” His husky voice made me even more excited.

“Make me come.”

He bit my lip and carried me by the waist. “Straddle me, Darren.” He authoritatively commanded.

I moaned the moment my thighs met with his huge bulge in his pants. The coldness of the metal of his belt was nothing compared to the heat I am feeling right now.

I pulled his face and kissed him as he pushed me to the wall. He was thrusting as his lips moved in rhythm with mine.

“Darren?”

My thoughts were interrupted by Julian's voice. His thick brows are furrowed as he looked at me.

“What?” I asked him, totally unaware of what he's been talking about.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “I was saying that we can be friends. Let's just forget about what happened that night.”

I looked at him in amusement. He wanted to let it go. “Okay. Sure. Fine.” I replied.

Okay, so, he wanted to be friends with me. Why do I find being his friend irrelevant?

This is what I wanted, right? I wanted him to forget about it. Now, I want to forget about it. The flashbacks couldn’t keep coming. They shouldn’t. Because having them would mean I’d get stirred up again.

He gave me a long look before nodding. “So, we're good?”

I smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

He gave out a small smile before nodding. He placed his hand inside his pocket. “I'll see you on the anniversary party, then.” He said.

I nodded. “Yes. Sure. See you.” I said before turning my back on him and continued cleaning the counter.

I heard his footsteps going toward the exit. The door bells chimed and the door shut close. He was gone. I almost fainted on the spot when he was gone. If I didn’t only held on to the counter…

On why I'm feeling this way, I don’t know.

I wanted this, alright. I wanted him to let it go. I wanted him to leave it like that. But why does the way he told me we’d both should forget it sting?

I sighed and tried to shake it off. But when I saw him on the anniversary party, I didn’t know exactly what to feel. No, I know what to feel—nothing. But hell, I am not feeling nothing right now. Not nothing. There is definitely something wrong with me right now.

Julian was wearing a three-piece tuxedo while holding a glass of wine and laughing at his friends. Mr. Harvey Pole was shaking his head while Julian was smiling so wide. His dimple is showing and my heart is about to fall off my chest.

“What are you looking at?”

Greg’s voice almost got me jumping. I looked at him and he’s wearing a dark blue suit. This party is for the employees. We are all dressed up for the formal party. I feel really privileged for this. I’ve never liked formal parties before but right now, maybe I do. Or maybe my interest had to do with the people around me.

Mom and Dad had always made me dress up for formal parties but I didn’t enjoy any of it. I barely know anyone from the party and if I got to know anyone, I’d be disappointed at how cocky they all are about their businesses relatively.

Every single formal party I had attended had ended the same: me being alone in the bar or the chocolate fountain area, trying to pacify myself with alcohol or malt. It was always like that.

Which is why I’ve liked the feeling of actually going to a party with my friends. It feels like I am one with the people. I am not Darren Adams, daughter of the owner of an advertising company. I am Darren, the girl with friends from the hotel.

“Nothing.” I shook my head and looked away from Julian. Greg, though, was looking their way. He is also holding a glass of wine in his hand while he handed me a glass of cocktail, I guess.

“Have you seen Bash and Henney?” I asked him.

Greg looked at me and shook his head. He sipped on his wine while his head roamed around to find our friends. “Oh! There.” He pointed at the table near Mr. Pole and Julian. I almost cursed out loud.

Bash and Henney were looking at me and waving for me to come to the table. Dave also got seated and shared food with the two.

Greg’s hand went to my back as he led me towards the table.

At the side of my eyes, I can see Julian looking at me while Greg walked me towards the table of my friends. I couldn’t see him clearly but I was sure he was staring at me. I tried my hardest to shake it off and I almost pulled it off.

Greg pulled a chair for me and Bash was all for cheering me and Greg. I don’t know why she had to do this but I wish she didn’t. At least not in places where Julian could hear her giddy cheers. But above all, I wish Greg had pulled the chair that doesn’t make me face Julian and Mr. Pole. God!

“Don’t Mr. Greene and Mr. Pole look dashing tonight?” Bash asked.

I accidentally lifted my head up and immediately caught Julian’s eyes. He was serious, with no trace of humor in his stare. I gulped and looked away before I melt in his gaze.

I can feel my heart beating so fast. Not normal. This is definitely not normal. Not for me. No.