CEO's Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ

☾︎𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇❣︎

~Daryian~

Lucille picked up my call on the fourth ring.

"Hey."

"Dary, is that you?"

I was caught off guard. She'd never called me Dary before.

"Lucille?"

"Yeah, baby. It's me!"

"Lucille, are you drunk?"

"Pfft. Drunk my ass. I'm fine."

"Where are you?"

I grabbed my jacket and left to pick her up from wherever she was. I gestured mom about my departure on my way out and she nodded.

I got on my bike and headed to the location my phone had traced from hers.

The club was situated a bit far away from her mansion and seemed quite packed.

The stench of alchohol and sweaty bodies almost made me throw up but I held it in for the sake of finding my girlfriend.

Lucille was slouched over the bar, hair sprawled all over and the tender looked rather troubled seeing her state.

I rushed to her side and the tender looked almost relieved.

"Are you with her?" He asked skeptically.

"Yeah. She's my girlfriend."

"Thank God. She'd been drinking for more than half an hour, non-stop. I was so worried."

My heart fell in my stomach. It was my fault. I pushed her into this.

"Lucille, come on. Let's go." I tapped her shoulder.

"Dary?" She slurred, looking up at me through hooded eyes. "You came."

"Yeah. Now let's get you home." I tried to pull her up by her hand but she yanked her arm back.

"No! You said nasty stuff about me! You don't like me no more." She pouted, lower lip quivering.

"Lucille, let's talk when you're sober. Let's just go." I urged.

The tender eyed us uncomfortably, probably judging me for saying 'nasty' stuff to my partner.

When she still refused—being a stubborn ass even while drunk—I lifted her over my shoulder and got out of that filthy place.

I could finally breath.

I had called David from my phone earlier and he was already there with the car, so I put her in and got in the backseat.

"Is she okay?" David asked through the rearview mirror, eyeing Lucille's slumped body.

"Hope so." I murmured, looking down at her.

I felt so bad. I wish we didn't have to come to this point of fighting.

I tucked some hair away from her face and held her close to me as the car sped up.

"Boss never really drinks. It's probably the first time in years."

Another wave of guilt swallowed me.

I didn't reply and when the car parked in front of her mansion, I once again carried her piggyback style, avoiding all the shocked eyes staring at us.

"Oh my. What happened?" Lia exclaimed at the sight of a wasted Lucille as I went to her room to put her down before confronting her.

Lia removed her heels and jacket, making her comfortable on the bed before she asked me to follow her to the kitchen.

I sighed, sitting down on one of the stools as she handed me a warm cup of tea.