More Than Just His Personal Assistant (BWWM) #wattys2016

Messed Up

Thanks for making this book get to 40.9k reads, 1.79k votes and 133 comments on the 2nd of June 2016 . I realised that I don't appreciate you guys enough so tnk u a lot. Even though I don't message u guys personally just pls accept my tnks.
Sorry for not updating sooner but it will be like this from now on cuz of exams. Pls bear with me.

Georgia stared in shock at a drunk version of Ryan seated on the floor in his penthouse. She walked towards him quietly.  Well as quiet as she could in her heels.

  When he turned to stare at her, his eyes where red and it was obvious that he was drinking by the presence of the alcohol bottles scattered around him.

He was wearing black suit trousers with a light blue button up which had its first two buttons opened, his black tie which had been loosened and his suit jacket was laid on the couch behind him.

  He stared at her for a while  also taking in her appearance as she was putting on the same skirt she had worn the first day they had met but with a white short sleeve chiffon top.

    "Hey." He slurred out before clearing his throat and sending her a small smile.

  "Hey." She replied back awkwardly. She staRed at anywhere but him pretending to take in the look of his house before staring at him." I should probably go and I'll come back." She reasoned out.

  "No!" He yelled at her. Shaking his head, he said, ' I mean no,  I want you to stay with me." He slurred again. She was already shaking her head, no." Pleasssssee. C'mon just for today. " he beged pouting while placing his elbow on his thigh and

  "You're such a big baby." She muttered. "Mr McGra-"

"Ryan." He corrected.

"Mr McGrayson," she sternly still called him, remembering how he had warned her previously to not call him Ryan since that day had been a mistake. "... I have to get back to work and you need to rest and pray you don't get hungover when you wake up. "

He stood up clumsily and then walked towards her almost falling in the process but finally made it to her. He frowned down at her while she struggled to stare at his face- well  at what she could see with him standing so close- and not his muscular chest. "I'm not drunk. I just had 4 bottles.  Tipsy?  Yes. Drunk?  No. I just need someone to talk to and you just happened to drop by."

"Ans now I'm gonna leave." She turned to leave and yelped when she felt him lift her bridal style and carry to the bedroom.

  "What are you doing? ! You can  barely
  walk. You are going to kill us both!" She screamed wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pressing her body close to his so that she wouldn't fall...

Okay....

Fine! Okay so maybe it was not just because I might fall, but have you smelt his cologne or felt his muscles???!!!!

.....

I thought so

Realising,  she was having an argument with herself she shut up her other self's mouth and turned in time to see herself above a bed still in Ryans arms.

She frowned at that. Why was sh-

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" She screamed as he left her on.the air so she fell on the bed.

  Expecting her back to hurt, she shut her eyes but yhen she was met by nothing but the feel of soft feathers.

She was not given a time to finish rearranging her skirt that had riden up because Ryan was on top of her , the next thing she knew.  He trailed his finger along her face stopping at the small round mark that was left behind by an injury years ago beside her left nostril , then he continued to trail looking so deep in thought she was afraid even her breathe would distract him as she held her breath.