𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑰𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 5

"Remind me to never get a drink with you agian," I groaned as I left the elevator.
"Yeah, well, you have been saying that for the past 6 years, and yet here we are," replied Chloé on the other side of the phone.

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache, and... a jacket beside me. To be clear, a Vasilios brand jacket. At first, I thought it was a fluke. My eyes are playing games on me, but nope. There was a jacket that didn't belong to me, on my bed. How did it get there? I had no idea.

I couldn't seem to make out most of last night after my trip to the bathroom. Only shots. Margaritas. And a whole lot of liqour.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. Okay ? How about I make it up to you. Mani pedis this weekend?" she offered. "Fine. But only because I could use the break. Doesn't mean I forgive you," I continued as I balanced the coffee in my hands.
"I know. I love you, kisses."
"I love you too," I ended the call.

"Come in," he spoke before I even knocked on the door. "Your coffee. No milk this time," I placed the flask on his table. He scanned my face for a moment, probably to see if I was telling the truth.

When he decided that he believed me, he took a sip of the drink, closing his eyes as he nodded in agreement. "How's your head?"
"Fine. Thanks."
"I'm glad. I didn't really have much hope for you after last night," he took another sip. "Last night?" I questioned, confused. "Wait, did something happen?" I sat down in kne of the seats opposite him.

"You don't remember? Well then, agian, you always were the forgetful drinker. Did Chloé not tell you?" he teased. "About getting pulled over and how I had to take you home?" He continued as he settled further back into his chair, his eyes scanning over me.

"Nope. She mentioned the pulling over part but stopped at that," I huffed.

"I'm sorry that I had to inconvenience you like that. It won't happen again," I promised as I stood from seat, preparing to head out. "It better not, especially since I may not be around to rescue you next time."

"You might want to think twice before doing your little 'party tricks' on your neighbours because I may not be around to rescue you next time," he pocketed his hands as he slid off his car.

"Like I said. It won't happen again, Mr Vasilios."
"I heard you the first time Miss Diaz. Just need to know you heard yourself too. Anyhow, what's on my schedule today ?"

I typed away on my laptop as I looked over the bottle of pain syrup on my table. 'Thought you might need this' signed N. I was glad to find this when I walked into my office, my head still pending itself through the century from the intoxication. Luckily, it was syrup and not...

"Papa wake up. Papa?!!"

I blinked away the memory as my telephone rang. "Mr Vasilios office, hello."
"Oh hi. Sorry to interrupt, but is Nico around? We were supposed to get lunch together. Just wanted to remind him before he forgets," spoke a sweet and sophisticated voice on the other side.
"Oh, pardon me. Who am I speaking to?"
"Oh, how rude of me. Zaina Artino."

Zaina Artino? As in jewel heiress, Zaina Artino? And did she say lunch?

"Oh. Well, I can check with Mr Vasilios if you would like. I wasn't aware he had lunch plans. Just a moment."

I don't know what it was, but something in me was taking over. Like the ocean waves when a tsunami washed over a city. The water cascaded backwards first, as it built up enough energy to deliver its final blow. Bit instead of ocean salt water, I saw red. Clear blood red.

"Lunch plans with Zaina Artino?" I questioned as I stormed over to his desk, my anger hidden under my professional facade. "Lunch with-? Oh , yes. I almost forgot. Did her assistant call?" he asked as he continued to look at his laptop, not sparing me a single glance.