Chapter 5

Blake's POV

My phone rang multiple times which I ignored. But, it will not stop ringing. I wondered who could be calling me this late. I got up from sleep. Grabbed my phone and as I checked the caller. It was Simon. The bodyguard that I assigned to my kid brother. I answered

"Hello, boss"

"Yes, Simon. Why are you calling me this late? "

"Sir. I am outside your door. Your brother and his girl both passed out at the club. So I brought them home". He explained

"Ok. I will be out now"

I put on my shirt and slid my feet into my Nike slide. I walked out of my room to get the door opened. After walking down the stairs. I finally opened the door and I saw Asaf being carried by two of my men. But what caught my eye was Bexley. Her clothes ruined with poke? All stinking.

"What happened to them?". I asked Simon and Stone who was carrying Bexley.

"I don't know boss. But we are still looking into it". Simon replied.

"Take Asaf to his room. And drop the girl on the couch here". I instructed the men.

They took my brother up to his room. And Bexley was lying there on the sofa in my living room.

After they left. I locked my door and looked at the girl who insulted me yesterday. While I was thinking of how to get back at her. Here she is at my mercy. I don't even know what to do with her.

Another thing is that, for some reason, I should be happy that the girl I wanted to teach a lesson is right here in my house. But, I am not. I pity her instead. She is stinking and I am disgusted. I don't even know what to do with her.

I don't know if I should leave her here to sleep or help her out of the stinking clothes. Well. I chose the latter.

I needed to get rid of the smell. So, I carried Bexley on my shoulder like a sack of bags. I carried her to my room and dropped her in my bathtub But, why my bathroom? Even I don't understand myself sometimes. I don't even know what I am doing or where to start. She was not moving, but breathing. I started by getting rid of her stinking clothes.

Fuck!!!

"This is some serious shit. But. there was no way I could leave her in those stinking clothes of hers" I thought to myself. As I looked at her large round boobs. I was tempted to get my hands on them. But I snapped out of it. What an evil thought.

"Blake, get a hold of yourself". I muttered.

But that was not all. After I fully undress her. I couldn't believe my eyes. She is so beautiful. I could gladly say that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has a flawless skin. An olive tone skin. So beautiful.

I couldn't get my eyes off her. I have to clean her up somehow. And there is no other way to do that without touching her.

I picked her up from the bathtub, and my cock twitched. Fuck. This is crazy. Her skin is so soft and tender. Her head rested on my chest as I carried her.

If I ended up fucking you little bird. Don't blame me. Jesus Christ. She is so tempting, and I am losing it already. I am painfully hard as fuck! .

Somehow, I was able to bathe her under the shower. I ended up wetting my clothes in that process. It was an ugly experience for me all through the time I bathed her. I was rock hard. It took me a lot of self-restraint not to touch her. As I was able to control myself.

I took her back to my room and dressed her in my black T-shirt which was oversized on her.

I put her on the bed and rolled the cover in her. She was sleeping peacefully.

I dried myself also and changed my clothes. Then, I thought of my brother. So I left my room to check on him.

When I got to his room. He was sleeping peacefully, too, in his bed. I wondered what happened to both of them. I gently removed his shoes and dropped them on the floor. I turned off the lights in his room as I made myself out of the room.

I called my men at the club. To look into the matter by checking the CCTV to know what happened.

I can't believe I am doing this. First of all. I hated this girl.

Secondly, no woman has ever slept in my bed.

Thirdly, why am I taking care of a girl I detest? A woman at that.

It seems I am losing it. I mean, that explains it. She is a girl I wanted to punish for insulting me.

This same girl is here right in my house,

sleeping in my bed!!

Wearing my shirt!!

Why am I doing things I hated the most? Especially to this one girl. The one I hated the most? I need to get my brain checked. I mean seriously, I am losing it.

I sat on a sofa in my room directly facing the bed. I sighed thinking of what was happening.

What happened to them? Because I knew they weren't just drunk. It seems they were drugged.

Whoever might have done this is definitely up to something. My question is

who is their target?

Is it Bexley?

Or Asaf?

No matter how hard I try to search for answers. I couldn't. I yawned and that brought me to retire to bed. I still can't believe that a woman is sleeping in my bed. This is so confusing. But I needed to get a good sleep now.

I was on my side of the bed. It felt weird with a woman in my bed. Something I was not used to.

I couldn't even bring myself to sleep. This is torture. The girl snores. How disgusting. How am I supposed to sleep? Her snoring was loud, and it was unbearable for me. I decided out of it as I left my room to sleep in my guestroom.

I slid into the bed in my guest room, and I pulled the comforter on me.

But before I drifted into sleep. A notification buzzed from my phone. I grabbed my phone and checked my message. It was the footage of the activities at the club last night.

I was about to open it when another message popped in. I decided to open it. It was pictures of some girls. I opened another one. The same girls were caught by the camera. As they put some substance in a drink.

Then I opened the last message.

"Boss. We caught the girls. And they said they were paid to drug Asaf. They took pictures of him. The pictures were meant to be used against him. We are still interrogating them. We'll update you later".

Just like I suspected. It was intentionally done. And Asaf, my brother was the target. Bexley was just a victim.