Clumsy Is My Middle Name!!!

Chapter Thirty-Three

Updated on: 18th Mar' 20

Chapter Thirty-Three - Being Named As An Untrustworthy Person.

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GRACE'S POV

I was pretty much pressed to Alex the whole night. When I saw Alex had slept, I tried way too hard to push him off me, so I could move and get up, but it was way too difficult, considering, his entire body was on me.

Somehow, his hand took a little support or what, I don't know, I could breathe properly. Still, trying to push him, I gave up and fell asleep in the middle of the night.

I felt a little movement and I felt like some weight was lifted off me. I opened my eyes and found Alex's eyes focused on me and he was carrying his weight on his elbow beside me. We were way too close and the proximity was affecting me, again.

"Grace?" He questioned like he didn't remember anything that happened last night. But, I still wanted to confirm.

"Alex. You don't remember anything?" I asked him sounding a little constricted on my tone.

"What? I don't know. I was at Dorrian's is the last memory I have." He said and immediately looked frustrated. 

"I need to talk to you," I told him and I wanted to talk to him about everything. How could he just go assuming stuff and then behave so reckless, was beyond me!

"Yeah, go on." He said casually and I gave him a look. His tone resonating his arrogance in it and I knew he would only make it hard for both of us.

"If only we can sit and talk like adults," I commented and he immediately laughed and shook his head.

"I like this better." He commented and then suddenly as if he remembered something, his face turned hard and he immediately got up. I got up, too. He sat far from me and looked closed up. I hated it when he was behaving like this.

"Alex..." He cut me off.

"Cruz." He said and my heart felt like it was stabbed. I felt tears prickling my eyes. I wanted to tell him that what he was thinking was wrong, but he wouldn't even ask me before thinking all the wrong things and he didn't even have that much faith in me.

That showed me how low he thought about me. How did he think I would have been sharing a bed if I had a boyfriend or loved someone else?! 

I felt hurt.

"Uhm...Mr.Chadwick, last night you were way too drunk and out of your mind. It was like you forgot about everyone." I told him. I was not going to clear things out for him, if he wanted to know, he was the one who'd ask me.

"Good work, Roberto." He commented with a smirk and I supposed he was someone who gave him the drinks.

"I did wanted to forget about people. He was a good bartender." He taunted and I felt even angrier and hurt. People?! I was people for him?!

"Sure, he was a good bartender but you've been the fool to get drunk and act obnoxiously! You didn't know what you were doing! And, before thinking anything, you should once clear out the doubt from the person itself..." My voice had raised by now.

"...Mr.Chadwick." I finished in a soft tone. Alex was stunned and speechless. I just hoped he'd understand what I meant and try and ask me about it.

"Grace..."

"Ms.Duncan, Mr.Chadwick. I'd like to keep things professional, since now on, since we lack faith and trust. And, I'd move out the first moment I get a house. Thank you for your help, through hard times, I wouldn't forget that. Also, please get ready, we're already late and you have a meeting in..." I looked at the watch.