PROLOGUE

“HER name is Kiarra, my personal assistant.”

He started dragging me again and ordered me to sit. One of the three men starts a conversation and everyone starts talking and laughing like earlier before we arrive. They put drinks in front of us but I refuse to drink. I am the driver, better not to drink.

The whole time is so boring even though it is so noisy. Then, everyone started introducing themselves to me.

“Hey there young lady—” “She's older than you,” said Sir Elizar.

The guy stopped and looked at me with wide eyes. He is obviously look shocked. “My…” He cleared his throat. “...Name is Louie." The guy with red hair introduced himself and offered his hand for a handshake. I am about to accept his hand and about to speak but Elizar shut my mouth by putting his hands on it. Then the guy in a suit next to him introduced himself too. They seem not to care about this guy beside me, covering my mouth!

“Kio. Did Untie Ivy ask you to tag along with this guy?” he spoke, referring to Sir Elizar. I gently pushed his hands away from my mouth. This guy is starting to push me to my limits. "Sir, can you please not cover my mouth?"

He tsked and he leaned to me and whispered, “You better choose your words wisely.” My eyebrows raise. Excuse me? I saw Sir Kio glance to Sir Elizar and next to me.

“Well, how's your work?” Sir Kio asks, sounding amused. “Well, at first—”

“I'll take a guess. It doesn't turn out good, right?” Sir Louie interferes. I flash a tight lip smile and glance at Sir Elizar. He is giving me a choose-your-word-wisely look but I didn't mind. Stare at me all he wants. These boys won't just let me speak. “Excuse me, Misters. If you don’t mind, can I speak without anyone interfering with my words?” I made it sound as polite as possible.

They exchanged looks and looked at me and one of them was about to speak but I cut his words. “I'll sit at the table right next to you guys. Respectfully, I don’t want you guys to talk to me.” I glanced at Sir Elizar. “We will go home at exactly 10:00 pm. Please enjoy,” I utter with a strong and firm voice.

Sir Louie offers me a glass of wine before I transfer to the next table but I refuse to accept the liquor. I just watch them enjoy their time. I heave a sigh as I look down at the menu. Great to be young and rich. Lucky them.

I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu since I don't have much money with me right now. I can't just sit here and watch them enjoy their food and drinks, also it will be embarrassing to sit here for hours without eating anything.

I heave a sigh. The whole night is so boring and tiring. Exactly 10 o'clock, I was driving our way home but before we went home I bought him bottled water to drink.

“Kiarra, am I too hard to handle?” If only Ma'am Ivy didn't ask me to take care of her son, I'd left this guy alone. I think this is my deepest and longest sigh I’d ever let go.

I stared at him and I answered, “Yes, you are stubborn. Sometimes do not listen to your own mother.” I open the bottled water and hand it to him. The dude didn't even hesitate to drink the whole bottled water-nothing was left.

He held my hand and squeezed it. I gasped in surprise and pulled my hand back but he held tighter. This drunk man! Goodness. Strong cold wind embraces us as numerous cars pass by continuously. I decided to look up and watch the sky glimmer with its moon and stars since he doesn’t want to let go. “Kiarra…”

“Will you please slap me?” he asked. His eyes are unopened.

I raise an eyebrow. Drunk Sir Elizar is somehow fun to be with. "Sure, later,” I replied as I bit my lower lip to contain myself from chuckling and try myself to stop smiling. I looked at him for a second then looked away.

He nodded and continued speaking. “Okay, later. May I tell you a secret, Kiarra? But don't tell my mom.”

My eyebrow is knitted in confusion. “Sure,” I answered. He didn't speak for a minute and curiosity is starting to eat me up.

His mouth opened and pointed at me. “I don't think it's about me—”

Since he took so long to say it, I did him a favor he just asked. I slapped him hard and didn't even hesitate. “Ah, sorry. There is an insect in your face,” I reasoned out. I fake gasp and cover it with my hands-pretending that it wasn't intentional at all. He seemed not to function from what I did. His jaw almost drops and his hands are on his cheeks. “Y-You don't have to slap me hard!” he exclaimed.

He caressed his cheek and glared at me. His right cheek, where I slapped him, turned crimson red.

“Wrong, I have to. Plus, you ask me to slap you, don't you?” I innocently smiled. I tried to touch his cheeks but he refused to let me.

“It hurts!” I shrug my shoulders. Even though he complains a lot, it won't remove the pain. “What slap doesn't hurt?” I am the one who speaks. He glared at me and scoffed afterwards.

“Why are you like this when we are off to work?”

“Because we are not working.” “But—” I covered his mouth with my handkerchief to cut his words.

“Hush,” I utter and pat his head. He did shut his mouth. "There you go, good boy. Shut your annoying mouth and embrace the cold wind."

After a minute later, he is already sober. "You don't have to put your handkerchief on my mouth. Here." He handed me my handkerchief but I gave him my disgusted face. His saliva is all over my precious handkerchief and he dares to give it

back to me. "No, it's all yours," I said and gestured with my hand.

He asked, "Do you think I am interested in keeping this thing?" I rolled my eyes. "Your saliva all over it and you assumed

that I'll accept it?"

I hug myself as the cold wind blows harder.

"Aren't you lucky because my saliva is all over it? Many girls wanted to kiss me so badly!" My body cringes in response.

What a pile of confidence he got there.

"Yeah, in your dreams. And no, gross! Lucky, my ass," I utter with disgust visible in my tone.

He gasped harshly. "You sound so disgusted about my saliva all over this handkerchief of yours as if you don't earn money under me! I bet you bought this handkerchief with the money you earned from me."

"Oh, sorry to burst your bubble, mister handsome but I did not. And why are you so arrogant about the money you pay me? When that is what you are supposed to do, to pay me! And how is your saliva connected to this?!" I angrily utter while glaring at him.

"You know what? I'll just throw this away."

"Then go! This argument is nonsense after all." I took a deep breath realizing I lost my cool the whole time. I should be calm and let him be mad but why did I choose to argue about his saliva all over my handkerchief, anyway? What a nonsensical thing to argue about. So immature!

"I'm sorry," I apologized as soon as he came back from throwing the handkerchief. "Nah, it's cool," he uttered and sat down again.

"No, it's not. It's so immature." He giggled. "I'm pretty sure I meant that "it's okay"."

I cleared my throat and looked away. "I know," I lied. "Let's go home."