ORPHANAGE GIRL

Chapter 8

"I called you but you didn't answer" Mr Maxwell said to Brandon.

I guess they are friends and Brandon was supposed to meet him.

"Yeah, actually I was held by this beautiful girl right there" Brandon chuckled winking at me.

I smiled at him but it soon faded when I saw the look on Mr. Maxwell.

"Oh Charles, this is-"

"Olivia" Mr. Maxwell said before Brandon can even finish his sentence.

"You know her?" He asked raising his eyebrows at Mr. Maxwell and then looking at me.

"Not really" I replied to which I received a curt nod from Brandon but an expression less face from Mr. Maxwell.

"Anyway Olivia it was nice meeting you" Brandon said coming forward to hug me, but I took a step back.

I patted him on his shoulder, "same here"

He chuckled slightly moving some hair strands from his face.

"Let's go Charles" Brandon said trying to hold Mr. Maxwell arms.

"Yeah you go. I'll be there in a min" he said still looking at me.

I gulped nervously. I don't know why I react this way in front of him. But he affects me so much.

I decided to ignore him and Brandon, and ordered another glass of drink.

As I took another shot, Mr. Maxwell was now standing right next to me. I can feel his presence but I did not look at him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

Who is he to speak with me like that? So I decided not to speak. I just played with my glass.

"What are you doing here Olivia?" He asked properly this time, sitting down on the chair while unbuttoning his blazer button.

Is he always wearing this sophisticated suit?

He cleared his throat to catch my attention. And I realized that I still did not gave him any answer.

"Partying" I replied nonchalantly.

"With?" He asked again.

"Friends" still not looking at him

"Where are they?" God will he stop interrogating me?

I ignored his question and asked for another drink.

"You will not give her anymore drink" he ordered the bartender to which the bartender nodded agreeing.

"What? Don't act like you own this place?" I glared at him

"actually I do and they do as I say" he said straightening his back.

I looked at him surprised, He own this place. Of course he does, Maxwell's owns almost all the hotels, Mall's and clubs

Seeing my surprised expression, he speaks again, "so now tell me where your friends are?"

I looked at him, thinking different ways to kill him. Usually I'm a very quiet and patient with people. But this drink is really having an effect on me.

"They are at the dance floor"

He looked towards it making sure that I was saying truth.

I stood up thinking to go back at the dance floor. But as soon I was on my legs, it started to wobble.

My head is spinning and everything is blurry.

"You alright?" Mr. Maxwell asked grabbing my arms.