The One For Him

The One For Him ~ 23

It can't be!

I stood up and turned around.

A very furious looking gorgeous Alex was standing right behind me. His chest heaving, obviously he must have ran all the way from the top floor to here. Wearing nothing but a white soft jogging pants, which shows his muscular upper body covered with sweat and his morning erection, very visible for it was long and thick...

Oh fuck! Don't go there, Claire!

His hair was unkempt and tangled. Everyone in the lobby would think he spent his night partying in bed with someone.

And everyone could guess who that someone was.

Me.

"Miss Thomas, I'm afraid, you're leaving with something of mine."

Shit!

I still wore his shirt from last night which I only paired with a khaki colored pants. My face became so red with embarassment.

He came all the way down here just to take his shirt from me?

Woah! This was too much, I'm not a thief and it's just a fucking shirt.

Although, it was an expensive designer made shirt.

Is this his way of embarrassing me further and to make me feel my presence was so unwanted?

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't meant to steal it", I stammered.

People were watching us with obvious curiosity and it looks like Alex didn't care that we were creating a scene with all of his lady fans drooling all over the place.

"Steal it?", his frowned deepened. He took a deep breath.

"Get your tiny little butt up there, or I swear to God you'll regret this Clarissa".

I could almost hear his teeth gritting.

He had the gall to threaten me just because of his stupid, vintage shirt?

Shit! Now I'm furious too!

So I acted childishly.

I took the shirt off right infront of him and all those people surrounding us then tossed it unto his face forcefully.

My sunglasses fell unknowingly.

"There! Are you happy now?!", my eyes are sparkling with madness.

I felt shameless and wild. I didn't care about the surprised gasped and the murmured voices around. I was wearing a bra anyway.

He slowly lowered the shirt from his face, which he was gripped tightly with his hands. His hazel eyes focused on me, smouldered with fire. He looked at me furiously and I saw his nose flared.

"What now?!", I taunted him. I lost my decency.

He threw the shirt on the floor and walked towards me. His strides were frightening. I got scared and my eyes went wide. I jolted and started to run away from him but he caught my arm and tossed me over his shoulder. I shrieked. I was desperate for an escape.

"Put me down, Alex!", I tried hitting his muscled back with my fists but to no avail. He was too strong.

"Help... Help me, please! Somebody, help me!" I flailed my arms and legs then he gave me a loud smack on my butt.

Ouch!

My eyes watered but I kept quiet. I bit my lower lip and started sobbing while he carried me towards the elevators.

Some people chuckled while others were shaking their head. While few were looking at me with disgust. Good thing they didn't know I was a teacher, or else I might lose my job for my inappropriate public behavior. Luckily, no one was taking a video of this drama anthology.

I heard someone said 'will someone help her?'

Then another said, 'lover's spat'.

Then another, 'newlyweds'.

Then 'shameless'.

But the worst was 'That's our boss'.

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Inside the elevator, he still carried me upon his shoulder. I covered my face for the elevator operator was there with us. He must have recognized me still minus the shirt and my forgotten sunglasses.

Well, I was the only one who left the penthouse with the same hair and pants. He was averting his eyes but I could sense he was amuse at our expense. Maybe his boss was fond of carrying women on his shoulder.

The fucker!

I sniffed and hiccuped when we came inside his room. My tears kept falling. Alex gently put me down when we reached his bedroom.

He was very quiet and deadly calm now. That frightened me more. He just stood there in front of me. His leaned his back against the doorway. His arms crossed against his chest, as he stared me down from head to foot. He didn't utter a word.

With that pointed look, he made me realized my mistakes on the ground floor and how I acted in front of those people.

The pain in my heart, the shameful actuations and all my negative emotions were so all-consuming, I couldn't hardly breathe.

My face crunched up and I started sobbing again. My knees buckled and I kneeled down on the floor.

I wailed and cried like a little girl.