Chap 7

It is almost eight o'clock in the evening, but I'm still here in the lobby area of the condominium building where Mr. Revelar lives. Instead of going home and tidying up my house, I'm here, waiting for him. Based on the information I gathered, he’s strict with his work hours. He followed the cutoff time of his work, which is 7:30pm.

I also found out that his alcohol tolerance was not that high. That's just a rumor, but I'll still stick with that in my plan. I sighed and looked at the paper bag in my hand where the expensive wine I bought was. I don't know what effect my actions will have on me, but that's not important anymore. For now, my goal is to succeed and live quietly in America.

"Good evening, Sir."

The scattered staff caught my attention when I heard them greet someone. My heart pounded when I saw who it was. Mr. Revelar, the man I was waiting for, walked like a God.

I couldn't help but curse myself for mistaking him. How did I think of him as a gay?

He was about to walk down to a hallway when our eyes met. Despite the surprise in his eyes, he continued walking. I knew he was going to pass me. That's why I automatically blocked him before he could do that.

He raised an eyebrow at me. From his side, I also noticed the familiar man—the one he was with at the mall. From what I remember, he's Miguel.

"Mr. Revelar," I began.

Even though he tried to hide it, I could see the amazement in his eyes. He probably didn't expect me to come to him and show myself before him.

"I-I..." I calmed myself down and then put the paper bag I was holding in front of him. "…want to drink with you?" I continued.

Slowly, his side lip rose. "Do you think this will change my mind?" he asked directly, referring to what happened when he turned us down.

I shook my head gently. "I just want to show my appreciation," I said.

He raised his eyebrows again.

"You didn't tell my dad about what happened. Besides, I am here to get my... card, "I stated.

He stared at me for a while and then licked his lower lip. "Come with me then."

I secretly played my fingers while sitting on his couch. My eyes followed him as he walked towards the kitchen. His unit was big, just right for someone who wants luxury space.

I don't know where the man he was with earlier, all I remember was they got separated while we were walking. Maybe he’s staying somewhere else close to him.

In less than a few seconds I saw Mr. Revelar walking back carrying two liquor glasses and a small ice bucket. His eyes were fixed on me as if he was waiting for me to do something bad.

I adjusted on my seat when he sat next to me, even though he was not too close I could still feel his movements.

"So, what brought you here, Ms. Dagsinal?" he asked casually as he opened the liquor.

Involuntarily, I swallowed hard. "To get my card," I answered nervously.

I knew, I planned this already. But I am still nervous because nobody knows if I will succeed.

"You are not planning to persuade me?" he asked directly.

I bit my lower lip and slowly glanced at him. "If I am, will you change your mind?" I asked again.

He smiled blankly and poured a liquor into his glass. "No," he said with finality.

I just nodded and then imitated what he did. We both fell in silence as we drank our first shot. I tried not to wince as the hot liquid passed down my throat. The reason why I am nervous right now was because I am not a heavy drinker. I only drink red wine. If the rumor that he gets drunk easily isn't true, I'm sure I won't succeed in what I'm planning because I'll be the one who gets drunk in the end.

I froze in my seat when he took my card out of his pocket and placed it on the center table. "You may now leave," he said.

"W-What?" I couldn't help but say in shock.

He raised an eyebrow. "You are here to get that, right?" he clarified.

I swallowed hard and nodded slowly. "Yes... but... I am also here to drink with you," I reminded.

"I already did," he said with an as-the-matter-of-fact tone.

My mouth parted. "You called it drinking?"

He looked at me seriously and then leaned back on the couch gently. "Why? Are we going to finish this whole bottle?" he asked again.

I didn't answer immediately and just looked at the liquor. I knew I could not drink until it was finished. But thinking about my goal for tonight, I am willing to take the risk.

I heaved a deep breath and met his eyes. "Why not?" I challenged.

Now he didn't answer. I could see the hesitation in his eyes. Somehow, I thought of something.

He is trying to avoid getting drunk.

"You said you are not here to convince me."

I smiled. "Not really. Because like you said, I know you won't change your mind," I said and voluntarily poured drink into the glass.

Unlike before, I increased the alcohol level more today. From my peripheral vision, I saw him gulping.

"Then what are you doing?" he asked, trying to act casual.

I shrugged and then filled the glass he was holding—more than mine. I secretly smiled when he tightened his grip on it.

"They said you're a famous businessman. I just want to experience being with people like you who are known in the industry. Well, it's a flex, right?" I put down the bottle and held my glass. "Cheers?" I uttered while raising it to him.

Even if the objection was there, he did nothing more. "This will be the last drink," he said.

I just nodded and remained my eyes on him as we drank our drinks. My throat was burning with the heat and bitterness, I want to admire him because he could still tense his jaw even after drinking.

"Oh, damn!" I spat when my drink spilled on my upper top.

I did that on purpose so I wouldn't completely drain the wine from my glass.

"You should now go home, Ms. Dagsinal," he said firmly.

"Yeah, you're right." I chuckled. "Can I borrow some clothes? I don't think I can go home with this look," I explained.

Once again, his jaw clenched and then he pointed to a direction. "Go to my room and change."

"Thank you," I said curtly then followed what he said.

When I was in the room he pointed to, I couldn't help but take a deep breath to calm myself down. Because of the sudden drinking, my body quickly warmed up. I'm starting to feel the after effect. I'm not drunk. It's just the liquor was slowly creeping into my system.

I started looking for clothes in his wardrobe. Thinking about my goal, I chose a white long sleeve buttoned polo. I took off my top and put it on, leaving the three buttons open. I also removed the skirt I was wearing, having my panties alone. I let the top of my chest show, even though my black bra was showing through the polo.

I regained composure when I was pleased with my own attire, and despite being nearly naked, I shivered out of his chamber. When I turned around to see him reclining on the couch with his eyes closed and his skin glowing red, I was somewhat taken aback.

Is he drunk already?

The news was true that he got drunk easily.

I cleared my throat to get his attention and walked closer to his place. His eyes widened and his eyes followed me. Despite his situation he remained serious.

"What are you wearing?" he asked coldly.