Assassin From Hell

~20.Baby Sitting The Drunk Boss~

  Scarlet

   After helping him when he was crying, I waited by his bathroom door to lead his drunk body back to the bed. He somehow managed to shower and change his clothes by himself which played in my favor since I didn't want to see all of him. It wasn't in my agenda to see all that but then again, baby sitting a drunk man wasn't ok the list either.

   The door slowly opened, leaving enough room for White to stagger through. My breath caught when I realized that he stumbled through in only sweat pants. Other than the fact that he looked absolutely dead, his sculpted muscles would make any girl scream in awe and the tattoos that cascaded their way all over his stomach and around his back. There were vines of names that wrapped around his shoulders and made an arm band on his muscular bicep. A single rose was on the small of his back with the name Katerina Marie P.W. tattooed above in cursive. On his chest were to guns facing each other with the words "Honor and Protect." on top on the guns.

   "You are staring," he quietly mumbled with a deep voice.

   Ripping my eyes away from his muscles, I came to stare into his brown eyes that were piercing through my skull.

   "Why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked a little irritated.

   "It's hot," he clipped while attempting to walk to his bed. He started to trip over his own feet, which caused him to almost face plant into the ground if I haven't held him from the fall.

   "Thanks," he mumbled after clearing his throat.

   I then started to lead him to his bed, trying not to fall due to practically carrying a muscular man. I helped him get into his bed and tucked him in. His eyes started to droop, until I finally noticed that he was asleep. Turning my back towards him, I started to walk to the door until I heard him say something in his sleep.

   "I think I like Diana," he softly murmured to himself and fell silent.

   My eyes bulged and my heart started to flutter. The surprise was obvious at the moment since I didn't know this drunk man could actually have feelings. My smile reached my eyes as I stealthily made my way out of his room.

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   Alexander

   Damn. That was all I had to say when I woke up with a massive as hell hangover. My head was pounding and my muscles felt so sore for an odd reason. I expected to wake up on the front lawn or some other odd place but I was tucked away in my comfy bed with my sweat pants on. Taking a scan around my room, I noticed that my room seemed to be slightly cleaner than I expected it to be. There were no liquor bottles lying around anywhere.

   Who helped me last night?

   I tried to remember all the events that happened but it was all just a blur. Even if I could recall anything, my head pounded with a unbearable pain that was almost to much to handle. On my nightstand was a pill bottle to relieve my headache with a bottle of water. I appreciated the hospitality but I wanted to know who did all of this to give my thanks to.

   Hopping out of bed, I shuffled my feet to my door, not even caring that I didn't have a shirt on at all.

   Opening the door, I found Diana, opening the door to her room. I cleared my throat to show her my presence. She acknowledges it by turning around, her eyes slightly alarmed by the fact that I had no shirt on. My feelings for her were uncontrollable at this point, always thinking about her from the moment I woke up to falling asleep. Her beautiful crimson hair was pinned up into a bun and she wore the same attire any other maid would wear.