Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Twenty Six

As the work is slow today, I am browsing on my phone. My Instagram feed is filled with couple pictures and full on PDA. Just for fun, I decide to check Abel's profile. I type in his account name and his account pops up first. I click on it and it takes me to his feed. He have usual photos, his and his dogs. But there is one new post.

I click the picture to open it and I am taken aback. It is a picture of him, in my living room. That is not the source of my shock. On his chest, there is top of someone's head, mine. Only my closed eyes and my hair are visible but it is enough to send fans into frenzy. I scroll through the comments and see the excitement of fans. Everyone is shocked like me and guessing who that girl can be.

Before I can dial up Abel's number, my manager's voice make me look up from my cell phone. He smiles and nod his head towards his office in the back. I nod my head yes and mouth two minutes to him. He smiles and walk away to it while I remove my apron and throw it on the counter behind me. I whisper Tabitha I will be gone for some minutes and she says yes.

I knock on the office door and hear my boss say come in. Pushing the door open, I walk in and see Mr. Welker seated on the reclining chair behind the glass table. He looks amazing as ever, with just a hint of grey in his hair.

My manager, Mr. Welker or Adam, is handsome as heck. He have those ocean blue eyes and striking black hair on his ivory skin. If he wasn't twenty plus years older than me, I would have totally hit on him. He is in his forties but so fit you can hardly tell his age. Today, he is wearing sharp charcoal suit and black tie. He gestures with his hand for me to sit. I do just that and greet him.

"Hello ma chère. How is work?" He makes casual conversation.

"Great. A little slow today, probably because of the game that's on. Was anything important for you to ask me here?" I ask, a little nervous.

"Yes. I read the email you sent me. I was so disappointed to know that you want to resign. What happened?" He refers to my resignation email I sent him a few days ago.

"Do not take it in a negative way, sir. I love this place, I love my job. I got a internship offer from a publishing house. And you know what my one true dream have been. I could not say no to an offer like that." I explain him my dilemma. It was a tough decision, to quit my second home or to say no to the first step towards my goal.

He nods in understanding. He have seen me going from nothing to fulfilling my basic needs and luxuries. He knows where I want to be in life and what I have to do for that.

"I get it. But to see someone as talented and hardworking as you leaving, it is sad. I have seen you grow up, kiddo. It is painful for me to think about it."

His comment bring tears to my eyes. He really helped me out when I was alone. I was homeless, broke and on the brink of giving up. When he sees me crying, he offers me tissue. I take it, thanking him and wiping my tears. It leaves black streaks on the white surface, indicating me that I need to redo my makeup.

"Anyways, I am so happy for you. I hope you gain a lot of experience and knowledge from this internship and become what you always wanted to be." He wishes me. "Oh and by the way, two days from now I need everyone of the staff to be present here at eight in the morning."

"Anything important?" I ask.

"Yeah. There is a party in the afternoon. And to see everyone is present and everything is perfect, I am leaving you in charge. And for your help, Tabitha will assist you." I nod my head in agreement and leave his office.

Heading back to the bar, I gather around all of the staff and inform them of the party. Some of them complain, saying it is their off day but I sternly say they have to be here on given time.

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On the way home, I call Abel. He answers on second ring, his voice raspy like he was sleeping.

"Hello." He greets me. It makes my heart stop and start again. Honestly, I will never get over the fact that he is mine.

"Hey. Were you asleep?" I refer to his voice. He mumbles a yes and asks what's up.

"Did you post a picture of us on Instagram?"

"Yeah, you found it now? It was uploaded three or four days back." He replies.

"But you said you wanted to keep us lowkey?" I don't understand what is going on in his head.

"Well I changed my mind. And who would not, when they have someone like you." His compliment makes me blush.

"So that means, I can post too?" I ask, dying to post a picture of us because I have too many cute ones.

"On one condition. It should be like mine. Like nobody can be able to make out who I am." I say yes a little too loudly, excited.

"Where are you, by the way?"

"Heading home." I reply.

"Come over. I'm all alone tonight. Martha had a date night so Imma order takeout." He had me at 'come over' but the takeout made my decision even firm. Without any further thought, I turn my car around and head to his place.

*A.N*
Let's just pretend the photo accompanying this chapter is the same photo Abel posted of him and Kiara. Sit tight now cause everything is about to change in their lives.🙏🏼 I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH. ♥️