More Than She Can Chew

Derek came out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower body and water dripping from his hair down to his Godlike face. He stalked to a full-length mirror with a towel in his hand.

Looking closely at it while he slowly dried his hair, he couldn't help but remember what happened at the club. How the girl slapped him across the face. Never in his life had anyone raised their hands on him, not even his mother, who he hated to the core. How dare she hit him?

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the towel. Recalling how she slapped him after enjoying the moment, he suddenly didn't feel satisfied with her being fired. No. He won't let her get away so easily after she hits the devil.

He felt like he was getting underestimated lately, especially by ladies. Like the one who splashed the drink on him. He was not called the devil for nothing, and the devil never changed.

He dropped the towel on the dresser and walked to the bed. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number on it and placed the phone on his right ear. His left hand was on his hip as he impatiently waited for the call to connect.

"Yes, miss Val-" he heard the voice from the other end, immediately the call got connected.

"Have you laid her off?" He asked, cutting the person off.

"Ye.yes boss, I have," she stuttered, but he couldn't care less.

"Where is she?" He asked next.

"She's at the hospital," the manager replied.

When he heard that she was at the hospital, he became confused. The girl he kissed and touched was perfectly okay. Or was his kiss poisonous? Yes, he was marked as the devil himself, but that couldn't possibly mean that his kiss and touch can afflict pain, not to talk of hurting the person to the point of going to the hospital.

Derek frowned. "What do you mean by she's at the hospital?"

"Boss. The girl you wanted me to fire is at the hospital… She's still injured."

Injured? How? Did she hurt herself? And why? He had so many questions running wildly in his head. But then when he was about to exhaust his brain, he finally realized something.

The girl he wanted to meet was different from the girl he met. He needed to confirm, and when he did, he felt like smacking his head.

"Damn it!" He cursed. He decided to explain that she fired the wrong person but paused. He could still remember that someone pushed her off the stage and be it intentionally or not, he couldn't care less. To him, she was pushed off the stage, and he would only be more underestimated if he let it slide. It was his nightclub, after all, and it was time to take charge.

He asked for the name, then told her to keep her there. It was finally time for them to know their boss because he was done being too benevolent towards them.

He quickly got dressed and called his assistant to cancel yet another meeting.

Getting to the club, he stepped down and walked in. The place was quiet and empty. Not something he expected to see, but then again, this was a nightclub, and it turns into a dangerous place only at night.

"B-boss?" A woman in a black silky shirt and Floral Culotte Pants, walking hastily towards him.

Derek looked around. "Where is she?" He asked with a frown.

"Umm… Boss, That's what I wanted to tell you. You see…" she said, looking everywhere but except him.

Derek was getting more impatient. "Miss Valerie or whatever you call yourself, I came here solely to meet the girl and not to watch you waste my time," he snapped.

The manager jerked back and lowered her head. "See… That's the problem, boss… The girl... She… Well, umm… She was," she stuttered.

"She was what?" He snapped.

"She was just here, but the police came to arrest her," she said, intentionally omitting the part she accused her of.

"Where is she now?" He asked almost immediately.

"The police station," she informed him, her fingers crossed behind her. She prayed he wouldn't tell her to go with him.

However, Derek had no time for that. He instead slid his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone. "Peter, search every police station and look for Rachael…" he paused and turned to look at the manager. "Rachael who?" He asked her with a slightly raised brow.

"Rachael Christopher," she said.

"Yes, search for Rachael Christoph-" Derek stopped, and his eyes widened in shock. He turned to look at the manager again. "What did you say?"

The manager looked confused for a moment. What did she say again? She wondered.

Her eyes darted around the place. She wanted to know if she said something wrong. "I… I said Rachael Christopher," she said a little louder.

"Christopher you said?" He inquired. He managed to hide his expression quickly, acting like nothing ever happened.

"Yes… Yes boss," she said, shaking her head.

"Hmm," he hummed and looked away, bringing back his attention to the call. "Yes, so find Rachael Christopher." He finished and ended the call.

"Boss. Is something wrong? The manager found it strange that he couldn't ask her first and decided to stress his poor assistant.

"What did she do for her to get arrested?" He asked, ignoring her questions.

"She… Umm.. She.. I… I arrested her because she hurt our best, which is Miss Adriana, and she also splashed the drink on you," she conveyed while shaking her head, desperately for him to believe.

Derek looked surprised after hearing this. "Are you saying she was the one who splashed the drink on me?"

The manager nodded her head. She knew that once he found out that she was the one, he would swear to make Rachael's life miserable.

"Rachael Christopher," he muttered the name in deep thought. She really had the guts to not only hurt the girl he finally was curious about, but she also had the effrontery to splash the drink on him.

She has really taken more than she could possibly chew.

But then, who was the girl he kissed in that dim room?

He could still remember her taste, her scent, and the heat that emanated from her body. Derek shook his head to remove the thought.

He couldn't wait for his assistant, turning to the woman. "Take me to her." He demanded.

Miss Valerie immediately turned pale.