Chapter 103 Triple Shooting {2}
Last night was one wild sex Lucas enjoyed, and he wished he could do it all over again. But Lucas had to wake from his slumber.
His eyes fluttered open and he caught sight of the very man from his memory.
Boss.
He was standing before Lucas, wearing his Rolex wrist watch, his lips curling up into a smile when he saw Lucas stir.
"I'm glad you're awake," Boss said.
To that, Lucas yawned, gathering up the duvets as he sat up.
"You kept talking in your sleep and I couldn't just leave. Were you sacked from your previous job?" Boss' arched his brows.
Lucas' cheeks blossomed. His level of sleep talking whenever he was drunk was problematic for him.
Losing his job at his previous work place had also been one of the reasons why he'd found himself drinking.
But it only hurt terribly when his mother who had also agreed to their first meeting cancelled on him at the dying minute.
That aside, he felt his world was crumbling around him having lost the means of his survival.
"Unfortunately yes. I was framed for a deed that I never did," Lucas said.
"And you never mentioned it yesterday," Boss put in.
"I did say something like that but I wasn't exact with my words," Lucas explained.
Boss nodded, taking his jacket from the couch. "I don't have much time, do you have a name?"
Lucas felt thrown back by the question. Didn't they make love the night before?
"Doesn't everyone have a name?" Lucas asked rhetorically.
Boss' brows knitted to that. Lucas began to wonder why Boss had an expression so serious.
Hadn't Boss been really sweet to him while they made out?
What's with the change of attitude?
Was his name really Boss? Lucas thought to himself.
How could he possibly believe a stranger would care for him. They had both taken advantage of the moment and made good use of it.
What else was there to it?
"My name is Lucas Yeti." Lucas rolled out of bed.
Fun time was over, he needed to get back home, and probably scoot around for a new job.
"Good. Here's my card. You'll become my designated driver," Boss stretched out a card towards him.
At first, Lucas let out a low rumble of laughter. When he noticed that this was no a fallacy, he eyed Boss' card and moved closer.
"Take it, Lucas. I don't have all the time in the world."
Lucas collected it and looked down at the name written on the card:
Boss Edwards.
Inklings CEO.
His name truly was Boss.
Lucas looked back at him, his eyes stark with every bit of shock.
No way had he made out with the CEO of Inklings, a known and famous Billionaire.
Boss shared the first and last name of the same CEO of the company.
How did Lucas came to know?
Inklings had been his first choice of work before he finally concluded to apply to Mylar - a fashion corporation.
A driver?
Boss wanted him to be a driver? When he could probably be given a much bigger position.
Well, no time to be greedy now, Lucas reprimanded himself. A half bread was certainly better than nothing.
"When do you expect me to start?" Lucas tried a smile.
"You can come later in the day. I need you to freshen up and be at my office by 12:30." Boss threw a quick glance at his wrist watch.
"Can you make it?" He asked Lucas.
"Yes, I can," Lucas nodded to that. Although he had no idea what time it was.
"Alright. I will see you soon."
Lucas nodded to that and watched him leave.
Lucas stumbled out of the suite, raced down the stairs amidst the stares the workers at the bar threw at him. There was enough time.
9:45.
He told himself as he raced to the car park, found his car as he wrestled with his car's keys. He swore a silent curse when the bundle of keys fell from his hands.
He picked it up, pushed the key into the keyhole, before he decided to start the car.
But the car wouldn't bulge.
Hell, he should just sell the wretched car.
How could he possibly call this a car?
"Just. Fucking. Start!" Lucas' fists punched anything his fists came in contact with.
And the car jerked to life. Lucas yelled at the triumphant success and started towards the road.
He would just take a quick shower when he get home, change into a better outfit and straight to Inkling he would go.
Then he saw her, her lone figure in a tight fitting - breathtaking gown. She seem stranded - her face a stark expression of her frustration.
"Just ignore, you don't have much time," came the quiet voice.
She waved a hand out trying to stop his car. But his car throttled past her.
Lucas noticed her sour expression changed. What if he was the one standing there? It wouldn't be terrible to help the poor, unfortunate woman.