Chapter 23

Chapter 23
My head hurts when I wake up. Remembering what happened last night. Am I too drunk? Did Mr. Ares bringing me here to the room? I looked around, searching for answers to my questions.

I stopped when I remembered something. Markus! He took me to the room last night. Is that true? Or am I just hallucinating? Maybe it was just Mr. Ares and I mistook him for Markus.

Right, right. What happened is not true. Based on what I see, I'm the only one in this room. If it's true what happened last night, I'm sure Markus wouldn't leave my side. He's like a leech when he gets close to me.

I let out a sigh. It felt like a thorn had been pulled out of my chest. I laughed softly at the madness I had thought about earlier. Because I was so drunk, I even mistook other people for Markus.

"Are you still drunk, that's why you're laughing alone?"

I quickly turned to the owner of the voice. Markus! He's here! He just entered the room, still holding the doorknob. Why does he look so fresh in his white shirt and beach shorts? His messy hair only adds to his handsomeness.

My eyes slowly widened as I realized something. So what happened last night was true?!

"What? Are you sober now?" he asked me again. I didn't know I was already speechless from shock.

What should I do? I couldn't say anything. I lowered my head to hide my embarrassment, but I also stopped because I noticed that my clothes had changed. I was wearing nighties! A freaking nighties! Who changed me? Who? Could it be him?

I turned to Markus. He smiled at me as if he knew what was going through my mind.

"You changed my clothes?" I asked with a sharp look.

"Who do you expect to change your clothes? Ares?" his smile earlier was replaced by annoyance.

He was annoyed when he heard Mr. Ares' name. Was he annoyed with Mr. Ares? Why would he be angry?

Suddenly, an image flashed into my mind. I covered my mouth as I remembered something.

'Please just call Mr. Ares. I'll just kiss him. At least he likes me'

Waaaaa! Did I really say that? Why did I say that? I only remember a little bit about last night. My head hurts even more when I try to remember everything. I want to bang my head in shame. I've dug my own grave.

"Do you remember what you told me last night? Kissing Ares huh" he said sarcastically. His face was grim.

"W-why are you here? I thought you were busy with your work," I asked him, avoiding it. I changed the topic so he wouldn't scold me anymore.

Just by drinking alcohol, he easily gets angry and now, saying to him that I want to kiss Mr. Ares would be a level up from what he would have been.

"And you were busy drinking and flirting with Ares while I was away! In the first place, why did you drink alcohol even though you're not used to drinking like that?"

I looked away. I will never admit that I drank because of him. I want to forget him.

"You don't care about me! And why did you change my clothes?!" I fired back at him. I want to get angry too to cover up all my mistakes.

"Why? I've seen it all in you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I have memorized everything about you. How many moles there are, whether there is a birthmark or not. I know everything" he said in a sensual voice. Is he seducing me?

"W-what?" I even stammered! I get affected when he's around. This is not okay.

My whole body stiffened when he approached me. He didn't sit next to me. He just stood in front of me. He ran his fingers down my neck and down to my shoulder. I was surrounded by something I could never forget!

He lowered his face.

"Don't be tense. You said last night you wanted to kiss Ares. And yet this is how you respond to me touching you. You're very sensitive to me. I wonder how you'll react when we make love, Celestine" he whispered close to my ear.

"T-that's not true! Go away!" I pushed him but he didn't budge.

"I'm too easy on you because I don't want you to get suffocated by me. But it's a bad idea to leave you alone. You go ballistic when you get away from me."

"What are you talking about, Markus? I think you're the drunk one among us." Why is that? I'm excited, and I'm scared at the same time. Am I still drunk?

"I've been very kind to you and gentle. What if I become rough and hard on you? I want to talk dirty to you and fuck you senselessly until you can't think of any other man." The tone of his voice was challenging. There was a threat in it too. His red eyes were burning with desire.

I looked away. I couldn't stand the intense eyes he had on me. I felt my whole face turn red.

"Why can't you speak? Where are your guts now? Last night you were like a tigress trying to claw at me, and now you're like a tame cat?" he teased.

He moved away from me, so I didn't realize that I had blown out a lot of air. He laughed at what I did. It was obvious that I was very tense when he was near me. I held my chest. Its pounding was so strong.

"Scared? Aren't you?" His smug look returned. He really wanted me to be embarrassed in front of him.

"G-get out. I'm going to get dressed" I said without looking at him. My eyes would just deceive me. He would know what I was thinking.

"Why? I've seen that before."

I glared at him.

"I'm going to get dressed and take a shower," I whined.

"So? I can wait here for you. I'll watch you while you get dressed". He was really happy that I was annoyed by what he was saying.

"Markus!" I shouted scandalously. His mouth really has no brakes!

He laughed. Even when he laughed, he was still handsome. He had a perfect set of teeth. That was perfect with his smile. His strict aura has disappeared a little. It's better when he's always happy.

"My head hurts because of you" I said. I held my head. I have a hangover even though I only drank a little. Or is it because I just have a really low alcohol tolerance?

"That's what you get for disobeying me. You know you're doomed when you disobey me, but you still do it."

I rolled my eyes. He's here but all I get is nag. I don't know what's better if he's in the office or here with me.

"Why did you decide to drink alcohol?"

"I just want to"

"What? You just want to? What kind of reason is that? I let you come here to think, not to get drunk," Markus said angrily. His two eyebrows were about to touch and form a line.

I rolled my eyes again.

"You let me come here because you don't care about me anymore," I said softly. I didn't want to raise my voice because I was ashamed of the reason I drank alcohol.

Now that I'm a little more sober, it seems like my excuse last night was just superficial.

"What?" Markus asked, a hidden smile on his lips.

He's so happy today. Why not? He knows I'm a total loser when it comes to him. It's like he knows everything about me. Can I believe that I knew him before? And I just forgot about him? But because he is so handsome, it is impossible for me to forget him. I also don't remember anything about the accident that caused me to have amnesia. That's why I'm still confused to this day.

"Why are you here?" I asked to avoid him teasing me. He wanted this situation.

"Do you think I'd be comfortable with you drinking last night even though I told you not to drink alcohol? I almost fled the car to get here because you hung up on me!"

Oh, oh, he's back to being his usual self. I shouldn't have asked that.

Markus held his temple. He shook his head as if he had a headache from my excessive stubbornness.

I lay down again. Crap! My head is so heavy. I want to sleep. Hangovers suck! Drinking alcohol is good, but it feels awful when you're done.

"I'll get you some medicine and food for your hangover. Next time, obey me when I tell you it's not allowed." His voice became calm.

He came closer to me and gently stroked my head. I closed my eyes. His caress on my head brought comfort.

I don't want to sleep because I still want to be with him, but because of what he's doing, I'm feeling sleepy. It's hard to resist when the caress is this delicious.

"Markus... I'm sleepy" I said out of nowhere. Informing him that I was going to sleep and that he might leave me when I woke up.

"I'll be here when you wake up. Go to sleep now."

I nodded. It seems like he knows what I want to say.

"You'll be the death of me..." That was the last line I heard from him. After that, I didn't know what happened. Sleepiness was pulling me down.