Chapter Six

Not much happened at happy hour that the girls took me, but on Saturday night they took me to an open bar party, and damn it! What did I do?

After drinking until I no longer remembered my name, I went home and ended up violating rule number one that I created for myself: Never, ever, under any circumstances take a strange guy to sleep in your bed.

I woke up so scared on Sunday that I didn't know how to react. The man next to me was still asleep, only in his underwear and on his stomach, leaving that roundly beautiful ass upside down.

I sat on the bed and massaged my temples while trying to remember something relevant from the night before, but it was so much that my memories were mixed up making me even more confused.

Without wanting to wake him up, I went silently to the bathroom, checked the trash can and found three used condoms inside, which meant it had lasted a long time, then I got under the cold water, which made me run out of air, but maybe that would help me to give an UP in my situation. After I got out of the shower, I dried myself and put on some clothes and only then did I look in the mirror. My hair was like a steel wool, and the makeup of the previous day was all out of place, looking like a panda mixed with a jaguar.

I combed those strands with all the difficulty in the world and then took off my makeup. It was a lot of dark circles for one face, what a horror. So, I finally got out of the bathroom, and there he was, sitting on the bed looking at the floor, as confused as I was.

He had a handsome face, with a ruddy complexion, a clean-shaven line, full lips and his muscles were well defined, but not exaggerated. When he noticed my presence there, he grimaced.

— Was it that bad?

— What?

— We had sex! What else could it be?

— It was very crazy! — He gave a half smile. — Are we at your house? Because it isn't mine.

I gave a weak laugh. He was just as confused as I was. — How come this is not your home? Where did you bring me? Oh my God! We broke into someone's apartment!

He got up quickly looking for clothes that weren't in the room, so we probably started that in the living room. His desperation made me laugh like a kid who was up to it.

— Fast! If anyone catches us here, we are screwed!

— I'm kidding, man! — I massaged my belly. — We're in my apartment.

— Really? — He looked at me with his honey-colored eyes and I nodded, then his face of dread faded. — Wow! Thankfully, the last thing I want is to be arrested for breaking and entering.

— If they had to catch us, they would have already. Why don't you wash your face? You must be in a miserable hangover. I'm going to make some coffee.

— I do not drink coffee.

— Hi? As well? This is unacceptable! Everyone drinks coffee.

— And I'm not everyone, girl who can't remember the name. I think I better go home.

— OK! Make yourself comfortable, I will hunt for something to eat and take a medicine for headache.

I left the room and left him there, still astonished. While he was eating, he left, and I didn't even know his name. I looked at Teo, who was almost dead on the couch, staring at me.

— What's it? Don't judge me, you know I needed it.

He grunted and hid his face in his paws, as if he didn't care for me and went to sleep. Sometimes I wanted to be a cat.

I spent all Sunday lying down selling TV and exchanging messages with the girls while she had told me about the insanity it had been the night before. According to them I stayed with two guys, and in the end, I left with a totally different one. What did those two do to me? I was not like that! They were turning me into a nymphomaniac monster! Or maybe I was just trying to believe that I was not. They were waking up someone on me that I hadn't showed for a long while.

The night club was a topic for the next few days, and they insisted that we should repeat it, but to tell you the truth, I was scared. Will next time I wake up in the middle of two at once! This was very worrying.

As for my dear little chef, well ... he gave me enough reasons to be stressed with him, because what a boring man! I really avoided talking to him and maintaining eye contact, because the more he pissed me off, the more I wanted to fly around his neck and destroy all my nails on that pale skin, or just grab that tie and pull the knot until he was purple.

I left work so silly that I almost broke the elevator door because it was taking so long, and when it finally arrived, empty, I went in and started cursing.

— Are you that mad?

He came in quickly and I shut up. Where had he come from? I remained silent, thinking about getting off on the next floor, but on that particular day, the elevator went straight, perhaps due to the fact that I had already left the time to leave and he put me to redo a job he missed.

— Not going to answer. OK.

As soon as the door opened, I headed for my car that was on the other side of the garage. At least I was going to be able to drive to home and I wouldn't have to take crowded public transport.

I looked around and he was walking in the same direction as me, and then when I stopped, I saw that his car was parked in the spot next to mine, and they were very, very close together, which would make it impossible for him to enter.

— Why the hell parked this that you call a car in my parking space?

— Oops! Not your spot. If you didn't get it right, it was you who parked wrong. — I crossed my arms and watched.

— Can you take it? I need to go home.

— Turn around! — He stuck it in front of me looking into my eyes.

— Really?

— Yes.

— What did I do?

— Now are you going to pretend misunderstand ma'am? — He frowned and I started laughing. That old-fashioned man would never understand the internet.

— Please. I'll buy you an ice cream.

— There is! Do you want to buy me food, Mr. Uckermann? What are you going to do that is so important? Why don't you have any meetings scheduled for today.

— What I do with my personal life is not in your best interest. Now, if I don't get the damn car out, I'll get it out myself.

— Good luck. — I leaned against the pillar. He blew out a breath and leaned against the car itself, looking at the ground.

— What you want?

— That you stop treating me like you do. You are stupid!

— Hey, how dare you? You know I'm your boss, right? And you haven't even been working here neither for a month.

— But it seems like it's been a year that you treat me with indifference. It doesn't matter if you treat me well or fight with me.

— I...

I pretended to wipe my eyes and he shut up again. So, I covered my face with my hands and pretended I was crying, and when I found out, he was pulling me into his arms. That was not the intention at all, but what a nice hug.

— Sorry if I'm rude at times.

— Ever! — I said.

— But don't be mad at me, I'm an idiot, everyone says that, but I don't do it on purpose.

I turned away from him and looked at him, then he grimaced. — What's it?

— You weren't crying!

— No, but I managed to make you apologize. Have a good time!

I took my car key from the bag and went in, while he stood looking at me, amazed at my boldness. I gave him a sarcastic smile, but when I turned the key in the ignition, my smile faded. The car did not start again.

— What goes around, comer around, miss!

He stuck his hands in his pocket and watched me try over and over in failed attempts. I definitely needed a new car.

— Fuck! Take it up the ass, settlement car.

I got out of the car, slammed the door and kicked the bodywork, regretting it the next moment. That hurt immensely and my boss didn't skimp on the laugh.

— And with style! — Completed.

He went around his car and got on the passenger side, started the engine and backed out of the spot, then honked and started. I stood there, watching him go towards the exit and then he stopped the car and went backwards, stopping beside me.

— Come in, I'll take you home, it's late.

— I do not need.

— I won't say twice. — I pouted while looking to the side. He snorted, got out of the car, opened the passenger door and boldly lifted me off the floor and put me sitting inside.

— What is your problem?

— I'm not as bad as you think, honey. Now, can we go? I still have an appointment today.