✿ CHAPTER 3 ✿
I am very drunk right now, I guess I have a low tolerance for alcohol probably because I don't even get the chance to taste alcohol.
My head was buzzing like crazy. I staggered to my seat at the corner looking for my purse, I had to call my chauffeur.
"Hey, Carlos can-can you come pick me up...I feel so dizzy right now" I frowned as I felt like throwing up.
"Young Madam, I thought you knew I went on vacation with my family" Carlos sounded concerned over the phone.
"May I call the main house?" Carlos asked.
"Oh, right I forgot...never mind don't call my Parents, go on with your Vacation" I disconnected the call.
I felt like my head was about to pop any moment from now...I stood up grabbed my purse and headed towards the exit when I bumped into the wall... isn't this supposed to be a wall?
"Huh?, why does my nose hurt" I frowned as I touched my nose, until I looked up and saw a-a MAN!!
"Are you hurt?" when he spoke, it was rich and low, like a cello in a quiet room...everything I saw became blurry instantly, I couldn't even see the man's face.
"Mister, do you mind explaining to me why your chest is as hard as a rock?" I frowned as I touched my nose, I felt like it was about to pour out blood any moment from now...or am I being dramatic right now?
"You're the one who didn't look at where you were headed, but I'm sorry if I hurt you" The man's blurry face came into my view as I reached my hands to touch his face.
"Why is your face blurry?...are you even human?" I squinted my eyes to have a proper look...I felt the man frown as my fingers traced his facial features...thin lips, sharp jawline, sculpted nose, long lashes-
"What? you think I'm not human?" I kept touching and pinching his cheeks until I felt a very strong grip on my arm pulling me away from the exit. I couldn't understand my surroundings as I was so drunk.
"huh?"
"Where are your parents little one?" This man's deep voice kept itching my ears and it made my cheeks burn.
"I'm a full-grown adult...do I need my parents to follow me everywhere?" I looked up at him.
My heart raced when a slow chuckle rolled out of him, smooth and rich, like honey dripping from a spoon.
"Hey!, how dare you laugh at me!" I punched his chest but he kept on chuckling.
"Your hands are so small, they're the size of just my finger"
"Well, I'll show you whose hands are small!" I kept punching his chest, but this man didn't bulge at all...is he like a brick wall or something?
I felt his hand on my head keeping me at arm's length but I still tried punching him...
"Enough now little one" he griped my chin up to face him....his faint cologne scent drifting into my nostrils
"Where are your parents?" he asked again sternly like a father scolding a child. I couldn't help but pout.