Chapter 71 LIPSTICK
\[BLACKTHORN AUTOMOBILE\]
Ixora exhaled softly before pushing the door open. She had to pause on her steps to stare at Drexton. He was going through some files, and that made her wonder how he switches between his personalities. He can be so professional at work that she was beginning to wonder if he was the one who spanked her yesterday.
Remembering the spank made her body heat up to her cheeks. She couldn't sit properly, and she was glad her parents had left before she woke up, else she'd have come up with a lie.
She came back to the present when she felt his gaze on her. He was giving her a look she couldn't quite understand.
She gulped hard. "Good morning, sir," she muttered.
He nodded, taking his gaze back to the file.
Ixora batted her lashes, cursing him inwardly. She couldn't feel her butt, and he had the guts to pretend like nothing happened.
At some point, when she thinks she's starting to understand him, he surprises her with another side of himself.
She stood beside him, placing the files on the table. "Your signature."
Drexton glanced at her face, pulling her to sit on his lap.
Ixora gasped. "What are you doing?"
"Where do you need my signature?" he asked, adjusting her properly on his thigh.
Ixora turned to the page, wanting to stand up.
He placed his hand on her exposed thigh, pinning her down.
Ixora's gaze flickered towards the door, worried that anybody could come in and see them like that.
"Drexton," she whispered when she felt his hand slowly running along her thigh.
Her stomach flipped, adrenaline rushing through her.
Looking at Drexton, he was so concentrated on the file that no one would know what he was doing, but her... she was shifting on his thigh.
He's so,
A knock was heard, and she wanted to stand when he curled his arm around her waist.
The door pushed open, and Kian walked in.
Ixora immediately lowered her eyes when she saw the stare he gave her, but he dared not say a thing.
"It's all done. You'd be leaving in two days, and it's expected to be concluded within seven days," he reported, glancing at the clock. "And the meeting would start in thirty minutes."
He left.
Ixora faced Drexton with a reddened face. She was embarrassed having his assistant meet them in that position.
Drexton was back to running his hand on her thigh, and this time... he was crawling his fingers upwards.
Ixora was trying hard to keep her breathing steady.
"You are going on a business trip?" she managed to ask.
He hummed a reply.
"Oh," she muttered, looking away.
"You'll be coming with me. No need to pack your clothes, everything will be ready for you," he said without looking at her.
"Really?" Ixora's face lit up.
Drexton nodded.
She smiled and held the hand that was on her thigh.
Before she could do anything, the door pushed open.
Bonnie walked in.
Ixora and Drexton's gaze went towards her at the same time.
Bonnie couldn't move nor speak again... the scene in front of her was slowly cutting her breath.
"Drexton," she mumbled almost inaudibly.
"You came into my office," he paused, his gaze turning dark. "With whose permission?"
Ixora smiled before she knew it. She just figured out that he's changing himself only for her.
She could see Bonnie couldn't get over the shock. A smirk suddenly appeared on her lips when she remembered her threats, 'Let Drexton be the nightmare you'd want to wake up from.'
Threatening her about a guy who can't even stand her presence.
She flashed Bonnie a knowing smile, wrapping her arm around Drexton's neck.
"Baby, for our one-week trip, which country are we traveling to?"
Drexton looked at her, understanding that she was doing it to spite Bonnie.
"Sicily," he replied, softening his look.
Ixora stole a glance at Bonnie.
Her chest was rising and falling, and she looked like one who'd pass out any moment now.
"I can already imagine how fun it'd be. Just you and me in a hotel room. We'd visit so many places together." She leaned near, her lips away from his ears. "Who knows, I'll get to earn another one of your touches," she whispered, loud enough for Bonnie to hear it.
Shooting Bonnie a taunting glare, she pressed her lips tightly on Dreton's cheek.
She broke the peck, making sure to pop it and smiled, seeing her lips on his cheek—thanks to her lipstick.
"That way, some people will know to keep their eyes off you," she murmured, pulling him closer as she crashed her lips on his.
Drexton wasted no time reciprocating, holding her waist.
Ixora only broke the kiss when she heard a loud thud.
Bonnie slumped to the ground.
She felt a sense of pride washing over her. She thinks she can just threaten her.
She wanted to stand up when Drexton brought her body closer.
"An incomplete game is for losers," he whispered, gently caressing his tongue over her earlobe.
Ixora bit her lips, wanting to talk when Kian walked in with the security men.
They carried Bonnie out of the office, and under Ixora's instruction, they sprayed disinfectant on the floor.
"Sir, it's time for the meeting," Kian said.
Ixora came down his body, thanking Kian inwardly.
Drexton stood and wanted to leave when her eyes caught the lipstick.
"Sit down, let me clean off the lipstick." She took out a wipe from her purse.
Drexton leaned down to her height. "Didn't you want the world to know that I belong to you?" He taunted.
She could see a smirk trying to make its way to his lips.
She successfully made Bonnie jealous, and now, he's the one with the upper hand.
How was he going to attend a conference meeting with lipstick on his cheek?
The board member would easily figure it out, and she would be the one to brief about the meeting.
The soft slam of the door pulled her back.
Truly, he left... and with her lips carved on his cheek.
That thought made a new set of heat roll up her cheek.
He keeps surprising her.
She went after him.
\[HOSPITAL\]
Bonnie was just regaining consciousness, a deep frown etched upon her face. She was staring directly at the ceiling.
Stacy was with her, but knew it was best to keep quiet. None of them had said a thing to each other.
"It's over," Bonnie muttered.
She sat up and faced Stacy.
"How did I get here?" she asked.
Stacy shook her head. "I have no idea. I got a call from the hospital asking me to come here."
Silence.
"Seriously, what made you pass out?" She asked thoughtfully, every normal person would. "You went to see Drexton, right?"
Bonnie balled her fingers into a fist. The thought of Ixora and Drexton crowding her head. She had gone to the office with the intention of trying to find out his relationship with Ixora.
Ixora's suddenly disappeared from the concert before she could give Blake a response. She needed no soothsayer to know that Drexton was behind it.
At one point, she'd believe he's doing everything because he hates Ixora, other's it feels as if he's fallen for her. Drexton can't feel pain or pleasure, but she caught them in a compromised position.
They didn't even acknowledge her present, and Ixora had the guts to kiss Drexton. He even kissed her back and ordered her to be thrown out of the company.
"No," she muttered, shaking her head.
"Bonnie?"
"No!!!" She pushed the hospital drawer to the ground.
"Bonnie!" Stacy shouted, eyes widening in shock. "Have you gone mad?!"
"Yes, I've gone mad!" She yelled back. "Drexton is driving me mad! Everyone is. That lame girl, my useless boyfriend, Mark and even my worthless mother. They are all driving me mad!" She got out of bed and rushed to the television. She pushed it to the ground.
Stacy gasped, covering her mouth.
"You know, Dad took Drexton in when he was still a low-life. When he didn't have a home. Dad sent him to the States. Dad made him what he is today, and he has the guts to leave me." She slammed her head on the wall, breathing heavily.
"Stop the madness. You will get us thrown out of the hospital as well. We—"
A knock sounded, interrupting her.
She gave Bonnie a sign not to overreact before opening the door.
"I heard a noise and decided to check up on the patient," the nurse said, glancing at Bonnie, who looked like a completely deranged woman in her hospital wear.
"You don't have to worry about us. Besides, we'll pay for the damages we cause."
"I just thought you should keep your voice down. The other patients—"
The door slammed shut in her face.
Stacy sighed, facing Bonnie. "Acting like this won't solve a thing..."
She trailed, seeing the smile on Bonnie's lips.
"Let me guess," Stacy snapped her finger. "You've found a solution."
Bonnie nodded, an evil smirk displaying on her lips.
"Fill me in," Stacy stalked towards her.
"Call Skye."