Personal Assitant To Pretend Wife

Chapter 4

Genevieve P.OV.

I'm so confused.. Like is the alcahol still in his system? My Boss is taking me out to eat and called me amazing? We stepped into the elevator, he pressed the garage elevator button it was a long way down. "Soooo..." I said awakrdly looking around the elevator. Mr. Chandler just game me a sly smile and said " Are you uncomfartable?" uhh yes! "Oh... I'm sorry.." he mumbled "Oh I just said that out loud it's well You are always umm kinda.... tough? I said hestitanly. He looked away and stood quiet and didn't say anything until the elevator ding. " Do you trust me Gen?" he said out of the blue. "Umm well kinda.." I said quietly. He chuckled " Good enough.." he came to my car and said "Give me your keys, I will send someone to drive it to your house." I stood quiet like hell I worked my butt off for this car!!! "Look if anything happens I will replace it for 5 times better than this piece of crap." he smirked I kinda just stood quiet and gave my keys and here I thought he way being nice... he started typing quickly to on his phone. " Well follow me." he said guiding me to his expensive looking car. I was about to open my door " What are you doing??" he said sounding kinda disturbed. "Umm opening the door?" I said like it was the most obvious thing. "You haven't been on good dates or dates at all a men suppose to open a door for you dummy." he said opening the car door. I blushed lightly well it's true most of the guys were douche bags. He quickly go into his car, He turned on the car and started driving out the garage. His car smelled new, cologne, and leather. We drove in silence, the car stop what looked like elegant small resturant it was really beautiful. He opened my door and lead me inside, "Welcome to Le palais du rêveur Mr. and Ms." I smiled at awe a fancy resturant was Denny's to me. Mr. Chandler cleared his throught "Tell Chef Anton that Mr. Chandler is here he will know what to do" he said stern like with a authority and power. The host nodded and lead us to our seats. The tables were lit my candles and they were playing soft music there was only like a few people around. " Ethan vous tellement grandi ( your grown so much) last time I saw you, you were 21!" he exclaimed he had a very thick accent. Mr. Chandler smilied and laughed a bit "Am I still a special customer here?' he asked the chefs faced lit up "Of course my boy of course! matter of fact on the house!" he eclaimed once again wow this man was cheerful. Mr. Chandler smiled accoplmished. The chef left "He was a good friend of our fathers." he said casually ohhh I shrugged " So Gen what do you want to eat?" he asked looking through the menu. "I don't know maybe a salad.." I said quietly, He put down the menu and had a staright face on "Listen here stop being shy! and what kind of bullshit of food is that?! You are going to eat a pasta with chicken and white alfredo sauce understood?" he said raising one eyebrow I nodded my head quickly. The waiter came "What can I get you to drink this evening?" he asked poitely. I opened my mouth to reply "Wa-" I was cut off by Mr. Chandler " I swear if you order water I will fire you right now." he said annoyed my eyes widned "Do you have red wine?" I asked shyly "Yes, would you like a bottle of red wine?" Woah a bottle! "No a glass will be fine thank you..." he chuckled "I will bring a bottle just in case and your sir?" he said soomtly " Water please and thank you." and the waiter left. My face went to are-you-kidding-me-right-now? he chuckled " I drank too much alcahol today." The food came and was serve I ate my food quietly and sipped some wine Woah that's strong!..but it taste good. It was quiet the whole time until Mr.Chandler mention something that was embarssing "You finished the bottle." he smirked "Ummmmmmm I did." I said blushing hard."Would you like dessert?" the waiter asked we both nodded no and as soon as we were leaving but Mr.Chandler left a 50 dollar tip. Mr.Chandler got off the booth first, I got up but stumbled a bit he didn't notice my face felt really hot.. We walked into the car the smell made me nauseous I hated it! Mr. Chandler turned on the car and radio atleast that will be enternaing for the 2 hour drive.. yah the resturant was so "close by" note the sarcasm. After 30 mintes my nausenoness got worst I really thought I was going to throw up. I grabbed his arm he looke d at me confused "Stop the car please now." I mumbled he looked consfused "Why?" he questioned and kept driving. " Pleaseeee." I begged he looked really confused but he pulled aside the road. I got out as fast as I could to not damage this luxurious expensive car! " I saw a trash can I speed walked to it I got there and I felt the gagging feeeling and the vomit coming and the BOOM I threw up! "OH MY GOD! GEN ARE YOU OKAY!?" Mr.Chandler shouted worried and came to my side I was clutching my stomach and kept throwing up. He hold my hair from getting into my face, I finished and he handed me my hankerchief I barely smiled and I whiped my mouth, "You aren't like preganant are you?" he asked creeped out. "No." my voice was horse, I felt really bad like sick bad I don't know why all of the sudden I felt this sick. " I'm hot right now.." I said waving my face with air he looked at me with a hint of cocern he placed his hand over my head then to his. "God dammit Gen you're burning up." he said corcern "Are you okay?' he asked looking at my eyes I closed my eyes and kinda stumbled towards him which led me to lean on his chest I felt safe and I was too tired to move away " ummm..." he said scratching the back of his neck. " I'm sorry I'm too much trouble." I mumbled as I was backing up my knees buckled and I was about to fall "Gen!!!" he shouted looking at my eyes. Everything was being surronded my blackness all the noise was fading away.