His Heart For Collection

Chapter fourteen

I groaned, feeling the headache attacking me. The rays of sunshine coming through the window were making my hangover worse.

I put a hand on my face, shielding my eyes. When I turned over, I felt Drew's body beside me.

"Drew. Go close the curtain, please," I mumbled into his chest, trying to push him.

"Okay. Stop pushing me," he groaned out.

He got off the bed, groaning all the way to the window. I resisted the urge to laugh.

I opened my eyes, seeing that he was shirtless. When he turned around, his eyes were very vibrant like he had the most energy even though it was early in the morning.

"You have a hangover?" I asked. He nodded, coming to sit down on the bed. "How much did we drink last night?"

"Too much," he replied, laying down beside me.

I put my arm around him, then made circles on his back.  "What happened last night? I can't remember anything."

Before he replied, he put his arm around my waist, then pulled me to him. "My father signed over the company to me. Then we had a celebration. There was cake, and we were cutting it together, but I guess we were too drunk because you slit your wrist. I don't exactly know how that happened."

Now that he mentioned it, I could feel the slight stinging on my wrist. I raised my hand, seeing the bandage around my wrist.

"I'm never drinking again," I said, making him laugh.

"That's what you always say, my love. Don't worry, Isabella will give you something for the hangover. Let me call for her."

Before he could get off the bed, I grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Don't. I don't want to face your sister. You know how I feel about her. Don't do this to me, Drew."

He sighed, but put his hand back on my waist.

"When are we leaving?" I asked, thinking of how I didn't want to face his family. They hated me, like I already mentioned.

"Tomorrow. And we have to have breakfast with my family. You know how mother is with regards to punctuality. Come on, let's go shower, my love." When he tried to stand up, I refused to let go of his hand I had held.

He was amused, shaking his head. In one swift tug, he pulled me off the bed, making me yelp. I hit his chest, feeling my joints hurt from his pulling. "I swear to you, if anything is broken, I'm-"

"I'll make it all better for you, my beloved. Where does it hurt so that I can kiss it better for you? Mmmh?" He puckered his lips, making me erupt in laughter. 

"Let's go shower," I said, pulling him in the direction of the bathroom.

When we finished showering, I made sure to put on my clothes slowly for time to pass. I knew we would always be on time for breakfast, but it was good to be delusional.

Drew gave me an amused look, seeing what I was doing. "I'll leave you, then you can face my mother's wrath alone."

I glared at him, then finished dressing up quickly. We left, walking down the stairs then to the kitchen.

When we entered, I saw that the head of the table was vacant. I was confused. I thought Mr Harimot sat there. He usually sat there when I visited all those times.

I was even more shocked when Drew went to sit at that spot. Usually Mrs Harimot sat at the other end of the table, but she was sitting opposite her husband. When Drew went to sit at the head of the table, I got confused on where I was supposed to sit. I just froze and stood there.