CHAPTER 6 Hangover

　　Everleigh's POV

　　I opened my eyes and roamed my sight around. I was in my room, Raven must have. I was about to sit, when I felt a banging head ache. I held my head as I sit and lean my back on the head board.

　　One thing that I always regret is I always remember how embarrassing I was whenever I'm drunk. I'm totally aware of myself, but I can't control completely how my mind would work.

　　The door clicks and then opens. Raven carefully enters with a tray loaded with bowl and a glass of water.

　　"You are awake," he pushed the door to close using his feet. "Your driver, Mr. Hunderson, said you like chicken soup to sober up. I cooked."

　　He put the tray on my desk placed near my bed, then, he sat down beside me.

　　"You know how to cook?" I asked.

　　"For someone living alone, I must know how."

　　My mouth formed 'o'. I felt a bit pity. So he is living alone? There is no one waiting for him? Longing for him to come home?

　　"That must be great," he looked at me. I was again fascinated with his eyes, "no one knows you, and nothing is suffocating. No guards, nothing to worry with so many nags and cautions. That would be totally living in my own world and peace of mind."

　　His lips curved.

　　He smirked!

　　He picks up the bowl and spoon. I thought he was going to give it to me, but I was surprised when he scoop and blew on it, before putting in front of my mouth.

　　"What are you doing?" I asked.

　　"Feeding you if you want,"

　　"You are my body guard, not a maid."

　　He didn't move the spoon. "I can be whoever you want me to; as long as your dad pays me." He tilted his head.

　　I don't know but he look to hot.

　　Damn, Everleigh, you still drunk?

　　"Give me that, I can eat myself." He brought back the spoon and gives me the bowl. I scooped and blew. "You sure you can be whoever I want?"

　　"Whatever you want, Ms. Scott,"

　　"Okay! I want you to be my...maid. Should I call you nanny?"

　　"Don't call me nanny—"

　　"Oh, and you should probably dress up like a maid, too!"

　　"Your voice gets loud every time. Lower, Ms. Scott."

　　"You're my maid, from now on," I said with my lower tone of voice.

　　He agreed with a frown face. He needs money, so better do his job properly.

　　Suddenly, my brows furrowed when I realized something. "Hey! Don't talk back to me! You are my body guard. Don't get too easy on me, huh! Aren't you afraid of me?"

　　He tilted his head. "Why would I be afraid of, Ms. Scott? Besides, your father, Mr. Scott already told me to not be afraid and treat you with ease." He looked at me like he's examining every part of me. "There's nothing to be afraid of you. I don't understand why your guards and maids told me to be careful."

　　I scoffed. "Whatever!"

　　He waited for me to finish my soup. It tastes so good. I remember my meal when I was kidnapped. Where is he now? I didn't even know his name.

　　After he left me in escaped, he came back to their hideout. The only thing that I heard was the news from the television that their hide out was been raid. Some are dead due to the encounter. The leader was caught. The police say's the leader wasn't the after all. They concluded that those kidnappers are just one of the divided teams and groups with different responsibilities.

　　Investigators talk to Dad. They said that maybe they used me to scare Dad, which is a thing that is inevitable due to his high status.

　　I really hope he's not one of those who were killed. For the weeks I was with him, I thought of him as a nice person. I wish I could see him and thank him for saving me. I would be very glad if he would be my friend. I know he's there for reason.

　　He cared for me like a precious thing he had back then, even though he didn't know me at all. I felt his sincerity. I wish he was here so I can talk to him all the time.

　　As soon as I finished eating, I gave it him. He put it on the table, then he pick up the glass of water and helped me drunk. I felt like a little kid, though I am 20 years old.

　　"Do you long for someone?" I asked out of the blue. "Like...you for someone you don't if that person remembers you?"

　　He looked at me "I used to, but now I don't."

　　"Why?"

　　"I already found that person. That's why I'm doing efforts though I secretly cared."

　　"Secretly?"

　　"That person doesn't know me." He stood. "I'm going to bring it back to the kitchen—"

　　"Wait! You're coming back here?"

　　He shook his head. "No, Ms. Scott, I'm going home. It's 1:50 am."

　　I looked at the wall clock. "Oh, right."

　　"Unless…you want me to stay here. I'm living alone so there's no one waiting for me though. I'll be right back."

　　He held the tray and walks towards the door, but as soon as he held the door knob, I called him again.

　　"Raven," My heart suddenly felt weird when I called him to his name.

　　With confused eyes, he looked at me.

　　"Stay here; you can put that tray here."

　　"As you said, Ms. Scott." He smiled and put back the tray on my desk.

　　He sat down on the chair and roams his eyes around the room. "You still feel dizzy?"

　　"A bit."

　　"Do you remember what happened?"

　　"That's my power," I said, making laugh a bit. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassing."

　　He shifted his sitting position and faced me. "Well, I, too, whenever I get drunk in a bar."

　　My eyes grew big and look at him in the eye. "What?!"

　　He arched his brows. "I bet you didn't find me as non-drinker, Ms. Scott?"

　　I crossed my hands. "W-Well, I didn't... I didn't thought of that,"

　　His lips curved a bit. I looked away. I admit, I find him attracted whenever he does that.

　　"Ms. Scott," he stood, "your father said enrollment for college is next week, you need to prepare. Mr. Hunderson said you still didn't."

　　I rolled my eyes. "Yeah,"

　　Now I'm annoyed, like he talks to me like he's about to nag.

　　"I'm afraid I really have to go, see you tomorrow, Ms. Scott. Have a good sleep."

　　He bowed his head before leaving my room.

　　For some reason, I feel alone, lonely.