My CEO: Devoir (3/3)

Chapter 7

Liam Xavier

I woke up this morning with just the worst hangover I ever got my whole entire life. I rushed to the bathroom trying to hold back my vomit. I just ended up sitting on the floor with my head over the toilet bowl feeling burned out.

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"Liam! Are you alright?" Christian scooped me over his shoulder.

"Can I have an aspirin or something?" I murmured gently.

"Bryan, could you please bring aspirin to my bath?" He pressed his glasses

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"Here you go sir." His guard gave him a trey with a glass of water and aspirin on the side.

"Is there anything that I could help?" His guard asked as he placed the pills gently inside my mouth.

"Cancel my meeting this whole noon." He gave me the glass.

"Babe, I will be alright. You could do your meeting." I sat up.

"It's alright, it's only an online meeting, I could reschedule it."

"No babe, it's your job. I'll call you if I need something."

"Okay then... Bryan, take care of him for the rest." He stood up and walked to the closet.

"Is there anything that I could help sir?"

"No thank you, you could wait outside."

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I composed myself up and took a long ass hot bath trying to relieve this strain while thinking about what I should do for the rest of the day. This pill really kicked in that fast. I just got left out with some minor light-headedness.

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"Hey babe. You feel any better?" Christian asked me as I opened this glass door to his office.

"Feeling just like normal me. What are you doing?" I walked up to him.

"You should get dressed up, we'll leave in an hour."

"For what?" I tilted my head.

"Just wear the hanged tuxedo in the closet." He smirked and left me all alone in this office.

This is getting weirder and weirder as time goes on. He never told me anything about a ball whatsoever in these past weeks. And his schedule should've been empty for the whole day apart from this meeting . He didn't even have any new products to launch. Well, I better get ready before he beats my ass up.

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