Wrong Way

"Why I do feel the old guy is planning something?" Andrew kept eating my mind about why we shouldn't go to Paris.

"Just calm down, he is your father ain't an enemy." I put some pieces of Apple in his mouth, so he can stop talking for a minute.

"What if this is a plan of killing me?"

Why does he think his dad is so bad?

"Stop making assumptions, he doesn't hate you, if anything he cares about you so quit thinking absurd things." He narrowed his eyes while looking at me.

"Are you with him now? Were you with him behind all this all along?" What does he think I'm? TSK, this man makes me angry.

"You took so long to understand this, idiot. Think whatever you want to but I'm gonna give you advice 'some time things aren't what they look like, people you trust most can betray you. Sometimes strangers are better than the people you know but sometimes people you hate are the ones who care about ya'." He looked at me with his full focus.

"So don't make decisions like that without any proof, eyes can lie. Dig a little about things until you reach its bottom." It was something that I have experienced already, with that I went to my room leaving him thinking about my words.

I went down for breakfast, all ready for going to work when my husband suddenly stood up from his place and came towards me.

"Do you know we have our flight tomorrow?"

I knew that we have to go this week but this fast didn't think so.

"Nope."

"Well, I saw the tickets. I have so many files and documents left here, have to work till midnight again." He pouted. Is he acting cute on purpose? To make me say that I'll help him.

"I will kick ya if you overwork, I will assist you as a knight in shining armor saving you, damsel in distress." He snorted.

"Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

"Nah." Both of us walked toward the car while bickering that we usually do, it's even ant thing new for servants now.

I did say I'll help him but dude do I regret it? Hell yeah!

It's 11 pm and still, so many documents are left to check. The whole day I kept running behind the boss of mine, one after another meeting. My hands hurt from writing so many notes about discussions.

I was sitting on the big sofa in his office.

"Are you done with your files?" I stared toward Andrew just to find him fast asleep. Walking near him I gazed at his face, his lips apart and hairs messy. He looked tired even when I did half of his work. Shaking my head I kept his head which keeps going right or left as he tried to sit straight.

Keeping his head on the table ahead and putting a big, too-big blanket on him which engulfed his large figure.

I yawned, drinking the third cup of hot chocolate because I can not drink black coffee which people say helps in staying awake.

It wasn't new for me to stay up late at night, I used to work at the club till 4 am. Finally, all the documents were done so after putting everything in its place I did the hardest work ever. Even breaking a mountain wasn't this hard because...

I woke up my husband which was not easy as he was a heavy sleeper.

Even after giving him a tight slap on the face, what I got was a whine from him, and then he was back snoring loudly.

Can anyone even help me in waking this giant?

So I did the only thing that was left, filling a big container that was kept in the bathroom made in his office, I dumped the cold as ice water on him.

It wasn't good because just a day before he had a fever now making him wet in the morning wasn't a wonderful idea but there wasn't any other way.

"What the-" He blinked while shivering and clutching the surrounding blanket tightly. His wet messy hairs were on his face, his eyes look wild searching for something until they landed on me who was trying hard not to laugh.

"Why-.....why would you even do this?"

"You know we have to go home change clothes and get ready for the flight but no, you won't wake up. So I had to..." Shaking his head he looks like a puppy trying to get dry after being wet.

The water droplets flew around, some even hitting my face.

"Don't do it, the water is coming on me. Let's go." But before I could even step a centimeter ahead, I was pulled back as the idiot-cute guy smirk at me.

"Don't you think you should be wet too, a punishment for doing this?" I laughed.

"Who are you? My dad? Can't punish me and it was your mistake!" I shouted suddenly because of the surprise when the male in front of me squeezed me in his arms tightly. Not letting me go and causing my shirt to be wet and see-through.

"Jerk, why would you do this!" Pushing him away I pulled my shirt a little away from my skin.

"You wear a black bra under a white shirt? Like, don't ya know what to wear and when." Such shameless guy he is, but don't girls like it?

My cheeks were red as I took his coat and wore it while Andrew was okay with his shirt wet and causing his half body to be seen.

His back with the dragon tattoo, spitting fire was visible, and many other small tattoos were covering his right arms.

'Don't even think something, keep your eyes low Alyssa.'

I had never been to the airport before, and so I didn't know where to go. Like any other, I followed the signs and other people but suddenly the male who was walking behind me dragged me in the opposite direction.

"Wait, don't we have to go there." He shook his head while keeping one hand on my waist, making me walk beside him.

"No babe, you were going the wrong way." Eyes wide I pinched his hand and tried to move away from the male who was too close.

But all he did was grab me more tightly and kept on walking.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" To others, we may look like idiots or the worst thing, a couple fighting.

"These girls here are giving me very bad looks, so I want you to save me, baby. Now let's not fight hmm? Just walk with me like this." I look at him, disappointed, I thought he was an arrogant grown-up man, but I was wrong. He's a baby.

But one thing I would say that is I didn't like how some people were cooing at us muttering 'how cute or sweet' nor did I like girls glaring at me.