Part-4 Ms Problematic

Aiden's POV

Headache! Aghh! Not again.

Grumbling, I opened my eyes and reclined against the wall, clutching my head which was paining. It was an oddity for me because today I didn't expect my daybreak to begin with this, as yesterday, neither did I drink much nor remained half-night awake to complete my workload. Yeah, I might be successful and counted as the richest businessman in the country, and also in the top 5 in the world, but with these responsibilities comes the need to maintain my position and keep striving for success. I prefer to do my work on my own rather than leaving it for employees; it's not that I don't trust their capabilities, but I strive for perfection. That's why yesterday, too, I went to attend the meeting, as this project is going to take me to a place where no one can make me fall. After all, I have to be the number one businessman.

Recalling yesterday's events, I also remembered Ms. Problematic fainting and me playing nanny for her. After that, I sat down to drink wine, but then something happened; yes, I recall feeling something tingling over my hand which stopped me.

"What?" I angrily said, thinking that Ms. Problematic stopped me, but soon lifted my head when I didn't get her reply, only to find that it was just a mere hallucination.

Yes, an illusion. Sometimes I get illusions, as the physician said it's all because of my hectic schedule, but the truth is something else. It's because of Nova, my ex-girlfriend, and I am confident that I imagined her stopping me from enjoying the wine and trying to seduce me. But let's not think about her for a while, as I am already trying to distract myself from some bitter memories of my mother. Thinking this, I stood up and moved towards the gallery, sipping wine and looking outside, but soon came back as there was nothing I could enjoy, even for a few seconds. Well, I shouldn't have expected anything from this place, but at least the room is livable. I sat back down and sipped my drink while reading the files that were occupying the table. I signed them and then put them in the bag.

Once I completed all the work, I yawned and went towards the bed, which was big enough for two people, but I remained like a sculpture, contemplating what I should do, as I am not accustomed to sharing a bed with anyone, especially with an unconscious girl. Also, I can't get another room because of my instincts, which are yelling, "Don't do another stupidity; else crises will come."

Believing all this, I laid down on the bed, as rather than welcoming something new for me, I decided to compromise for once and started to think about today's events. However, the morning's well-planned day turned into a series of crises when I met Ms. Problematic. I sincerely hope that from now on, I don't need to deal with her anymore. Then, I drifted into my usual thoughts about how I am going to thwart the plans of my stepfamily, who want to take over my conglomerate. They always gather some strength, but as usual, they are going to fail. After all, they alway mess with the wrong person.

I don't know when slumber took over me, but it got interrupted by some hand that came over my torso and head, which snuggled at my chest, along with an aroma that I inhaled.

"I am exhausted," this voice whispered in my ear, which startled me for a moment, making me forget everything else. But I came to my senses when she tightened her grip.

"Ms. Gray?" I said annoyingly, but this girl didn't move from me and snuggled even more, as if I am her favourite teddy bear she wants to keep nuzzling.

I heaved a sigh of despair and jerked her hand away. She shifted and wrapped her hand around the cushions, murmuring indistinct words.

"Is she some Cinderella? Imagining me as her Prince who will save her from her misfortunes? Is that why she came before my car and clung to me?" I growled angrily and turned to the other side, putting some distance between us. No, I am not going to feel any kind of pity and then offer my shoulder for her to lean on, as I know how people take advantage of it, and my stepfather is a tremendous example of this.

"Enough of introspection," I muttered, getting up and taking my phone to check if Mr. Baker had called me. To my shock, there were 10 missed calls from him and some messages, which I ignored before calling him back.

"Where is the car?" I directly inquired without beating around the bush.

"It will take half an hour, sir," Mr. Baker replied in his professional tone.

"Then why so many calls?" I asked, gritting my teeth, as I was expecting him to be waiting for me outside.

"Sorry, sir, but I thought to inform you that I found a mechanic and it will take a while so you don't have to wait," I clasped my fingers, feeling frustrated by Mr. Baker's response.

"Nowadays you are thinking so much," I said, cutting the call without giving him any chance to react and ordered green tea for myself, hoping it would help me pass the time and ease my headache. But even after 15 minutes, no one came. I furiously put on my suit and stormed outside, then I remembered that Ms. Gray wasn't present in the room.

"Ms. Problematic must have fainted again," I grinned at my own thoughts and continued walking, but I stopped when I saw Ms. Gray coming towards me with a furious face, mumbling something.

"Don't you have eyes?" She yelled at me as her head hit my body. First of all, no one talked to me like this, and her second mistake was walking like an intoxicated person lost in her own world, mumbling and frowning as if she didn't get her favourite tequila.

"Did I hear correctly, Ms. Gray? Because I was completely in my senses, but you don't seem to be. Are you under the influence of medicine or still feeling like you might fall to the ground?" I passed her taunt, arching my brows and curling my lips into a smirk, expecting her to react timidly, as she usually does.

"No, I thought…" she hesitated to say, giving me a sense of victory, but suddenly stopped and changed the topic along with her tone.

"Look, I am sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you when I made a mistake. But can we go inside and talk about something important at this moment?" Her tone carried an apologetic yet courageous note, as if she wasn't going to bow down to my previous image of her. Because of this, I nodded and strode ahead, surprised that she followed me.

Once we reached the room, without waiting for her words, I impatiently asked, "When is she leaving from here?" Hearing this, she was completely taken aback and went into some kind of deep thought. Perhaps she was cursing me? Or finding some excuse to stay here. Who cares? Me? Never!

To be continued.