Scared Love

Chapter 13

Matthews POV

I watch Rosella as she disappears into the crowd on the dance floor. I look around the dance floor for any sign of a pervert looking guy.  I wouldn't be surprised if I find one especially with the outfit she's wearing.  I closely look at her as she shyly starts dancing to the song.

"So decided to bring your wife with you to the club?" I turn to Kyle. I raise my eyebrow, "Yeah, is there a problem?" He shakes his head. "No not at all but it's kinda weird looking for a girl to take home when she's around." he points at Ella who is enjoying herself.

"Don't worry she knows how our bachelor lives work." I take a sip of my whiskey. "If you say so." I take a quick glance at Kyle and return to look at Rosella.

....

"I don' wanna walk," Ella whines. "Ella please get out of the car.  I'm tired and why the heck did you have so much to drink?" I put my hand in front of her so she can place hers but instead she pouts. " You sound like my Dad."

Didn't her dad reject her?

I was about to ask her that question but quickly realized what that kind of question would lead to.

"Ella get out the fucking car." I calmly and quietly say. "My feet hurt and I'm also tir....." I feel some warm liquid on my feet. I tightly close my eyes and take I deep breath. I open my eyes and I meet Ella's which are clearly in shock.

"Matt, I'm sorry.  I didn't m..." I place my pointing finger on her lips to shush her. I bend down and place my arm under Ella's thighs. She wraps her arms around my neck as soon as I lift her. I walk us into the building elevator. I feel her hot breath on my neck.

"Matt I'm tired." she mumbles. " A few more floors Ella." I tell her. "I can't. My eyes can't stay open." she says the last word lazily informing me that she's fast asleep.

I open the door to Ella's room and steadily place her on the bed. Her arms around my neck tighten.

"No not in here." her voice a little panicked. "Ella it's just your room." I tell her. " I want to sleep in you room, Matt. I sleep better and it smells like you." I think for a moment.

I know I will regret what I'm doing but it felt wrong to leave her in the room she's uncomfortable in. I slowly unzip her dress that's now covered in puke. I pull the comforter to cover her half naked body.

" I need a shower." I mumble to myself.  I lazily remove my puke covered shoes and my suit. I look over a sleep taken Ella before walking into the bathroom.

Rosella's POV

I groan in pain as I turn to block the sunshine peaking through the curtains. I try to move in the middle of the bed but I feel something hard and warm on my skin.  I open my eyes in confusion. I jump a little out of bed scanning the room.

How am I in his room? How did I end up here?

Goose bumps form on my skin as the wind blows from the window. I look at my body and my eyes would have popped out of their sockets if that was possible.

How am I naked? No no no did Matt?  No that's not possible.

" I wasn't looking. Don't stress." His voice brings me out of my reverie. I turn to look at him. He's leaning against the headboard,  eyes closed and he's hands behind his head.  " How did I end up in here?" I ask my voice a little shaky. " You didn't want to sleep in your room. And you got puke all over your dress and my shoes so I couldn't find you pajamas."

I puked all over Matt's shoe? Why ain't I dead?

"No not this room."

"Ella it's just your room."

"No I want to sleep in your room.  I sleep better and it smells like you. "

I have a vivid memory of how I slept in here. Matt finally opens his eyes and gets out of bed walking towards the bathroom. The door slams shut and I flinch. I take a sit on the bad trying to remember everything that happened from the dance floor.

There's one thing that I hate about drinking and that's a hangover. This headache is banging my skull and I am also sure the thinking is adding to it. I grab a T-shirt and black jeans. I don't even feel like looking good at work today.

"Are you sure you want to go looking like this?" Matt opens the door for me. "Mr Walker, everyone has a bad hair day." I say and he closes the door.

I keep my glasses on as I sway my hips into the building not caring about the thousands of eyes looking at me. I walk towards the reception and Matt continues his way to the elevator.

"Morning Mrs Walker, how may I help you?" she doesn't look up from her laptop. "Hi, I was actually wanting to ask for your name?"

"Oh I'm k...." she finally looks up being met with the living hell it's self.  She clears her throat when she realises she's staring. 
" Kandell Parkinson." I smile at her, "Hey Kandell. May you please do me a favor and get Mr Walker and I Coffee. I would have done that myself since I'm his personal assistant but as you can see I look like have been vomited by an alien."

"Okay Mrs Walker, anything for you."

I'm going to repeat this.  It feels good to hold so much power.

"Oh and Kandell please make sure one of the coffee is black and no sugar." the elevator door closes.

I place the hot coffee on his desk. Before I even get to touch the doorknob,  a loud splash fills the room. I turn to look at what had happened. Matt is on his feet, furious.

"Another coffee. Now" he says through gritted teeth. I look at him confused. " What happened to the one I just gave you." he glares at me. "Get me another."

"Why?" I'm really confused here. "Just get another goddamn coffee." he says sternly. "Why Matt? I don't understand.  That coffee was okay."

"That's the problem.  It's 'okay' not good. So get me another one."

I walk out knowing arguing is useless here.  What is wrong with him? The coffee was so hot that it burnt my fingertips a little.  I head downstairs to ask Kandell to get me coffee again.

Thank God Kandell agreed to get another coffee without questioning me.

I nervously place the coffee once again on the table as Matt seriously looks at me. He looks at the cup in front of him.  He looks at me then the coffee and in a blink of an eye he slaps the cup shattering all over the floor.

"Another!" he shouts. "What the hell?! " I ask my voice also rising. "You were hired here as my personal assistant yet you give orders to other people. Isn't it your job to get my coffee?!"

"What?" I ask confused. "I never repeat myself."

"I just needed help, Matt.  I have a killer headache." I inform him. " I don't give a fuck Ella. Just do your fucking job." he turns his back to look at the view outside