Poisoned Love

Chapter 15. Have A Drink With Me

Irena

After those words had left his mouth I stood still standing completely in shock with him still holding my hand.

"Mr.Campell?"

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"Yes." He replied with nothing but a poker face on.

"W-why did you grab my hand like that? Is there something that you would like to say to me?" I asked him while stuttering I didn't know why I was stuttering it was probably because he was still holding my hand.

"Yes, there is actually."

"W-what then?" I wanted to know why he grabbed my hand like.

"What's the rush in talking Ms.Dawson let's have a drink, you wouldn't mind having a drink with me would you?" I remained silent. In the meantime, Mr. Campell went to the cooking island. I looked around and noticed that there was no one.. everybody had left to the backyard.

And here I was sitting with Mr.Campell what on earth was I doing? The moment he returned to me I saw him holding a whisky bottle. He placed the bottle on the table grabbed the empty glass that was lying there and gave it to me.

I immediately grabbed it and said nothing. He poured a bit into the glass. I looked at it with a lot of anticipation. I was kind of shocked when I saw him grabbing the other glass and pouring the same amount into that glass as well.

He suddenly sat down next to me and raised his glass making me do the same then he toasted with me. Which was something I should have expected the moment he raised his glass expectantly.

"To new beginnings!" He said.

I said nothing I didn't understand why he said that. I was having a really difficult time reading this man. Not that I was able to read him, but it was still very different. I was looking at the glass of whisky he had poured for me and just remained frozen. I kept staring at the glass.

I did not drink alcohol. I didn't understand what he expected from me, to be honest. Was he expecting me to drink it?

"What's wrong? If you don't like whisky I can get you something else to drink. How does rum sound?" He suggested while he was still going at it with the whisky.

Ok then.

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"I-I don't drink Sir." I finally managed to get that out.

Seriously what is wrong with me? I was suddenly getting so nervous and I don't even know what for. Normally I would just tell people how it is.

"What do you mean you don't drink?"

I didn't know what I had to say. Honestly. Was it wrong of me not to drink? I mean the other girls were also saying it.

That I should live a little I mean that's what they meant about it right? And now even Mr.Campell was saying it...

Was I an outcast?

Was it really weird of me not to drink? I am twenty-three years old, I have never done it before..but was it so bad?

"I'm sorry but I can't believe you." He said laughing hard. I however was not amused I didn't like that he was laughing at me. My parents had raised me differently. My brother and I were different. We didn't do drugs or alcohol. We were focused on other things important things. So it bothered me that he was viewing me differently.