Restart (A Billionaire Story)

13: What Are You Doing To Me?

still Mr. Greenfield's P.O.V.

"Okay, welll I'm home nooow.." Stefanie mumbled and kept her eyes on me as she took her shoes off. I watched her and was about to say something when she began to talk again. "You can leave no-" she started but then got a weird expression on her face. I looked at her confused as she held her stomach. "I'll be right back" Stefanie mumbled as she turned around and disappeared into what seemed to be the bathroom. Only seconds later I could hear her throw up heavily. I bit my lip as I made my way towards the bathroom as well. I couldn't help but feel bad for her once more, even though she brought this on herself by getting this drunk.

She looked miserable as she was kneeling on the bathroom floor, her head over the toilet as she held her own hair back. I made my way over to her and rested my hand on her back out of instinct. I didn't really know how else I could help right now.
When she was done, she flushed and sat back, resting her head against the wall.
"Please leave...it's already embarassing enough" she mumbled as she looked at me. How the hell would I be able to just leave her right now? She was a drunk and sick mess right now and obviously needed my help. I quickly got up to get her a glass of water. Her flat wasn't that big, so I didn't have any trouble finding what I needed.

"Here drink something" I told her as I handed the glass to her and crouched down beside her. She mumbled a quiet "thanks" and took a few sips. I took the opportunity to look at Stefanie for a moment. She was as pale as ever and her hair was all over the place. Her makeup was smeared as well and one strap of her top was hanging down her arm. She also seemed to be cold, since she was shaking quite a bit. I felt really bad for her, even though I knew that after probably a massive hangover tomorrow, she was gonna be fine again soon. She looked so vulnerable though and all I wanted to do was make sure to make her feel better.

"I...hate throwing up...so much" she whined and I could tell that she was starting to feel really sick again when she looked at me with the same expression as earlier. "Leave...you don't have to do this. I'm f-fine" she mumbled but I shook my head at her and helped her hold back her hair when she started to throw up once more.

When she was done again and had also brushed her teeth quickly, I helped her get to her bed. I bit my lip slightly as I felt her lean against me completely as I led her to the bedroom. It only made my urge to take care even bigger. I just needed to make sure she was okay.
When I let go of her, she fell down onto her bed and closed her eyes.

I noticed the stain on her shirt and sighed softly. I didn't want her to sleep in a top full of vomit.
"Steffi. You should change. There's some...uhm stuff on your shirt" I told her as I walked closer to the bed. "Mhm.." she mumbled, before turning over a little. She groaned and quickly took off her jeans. She then started to take off her shirt but but somehow managed to get kinda stuck in it. Instead of trying some more, she just groaned once again and stayed like that, still kinda stuck in her top.

This was kind of a weird situation since I was her boss after all and this was getting quite personal and intimate. I couldn't let her fall asleep like this though so I sighed and looked down at her a bit unsure. "Uhm do you need some help?" I asked her and Stefanie just nodded tiredly. I gently helped her out of her shirt, getting a weird feeling in my stomach when I touched her bare skin. I quickly snapped myself out of it as I caught myself slightly staring and put the covers over her. She instantly cuddled up into them and had her eyes closed again already. For a moment, I debated what to do next.

Should I leave now? What if she woke up in the middle of the night and needed help though? I couldn't let her alone like this, could I? Should I stay and get comfortable on one of the chairs so I could make sure she was okay? I shook my head at myself though, feeling a little stupid about my thoughts. She was practically asleep already and probably would sleep like a baby for the next 7 hours at the very least. 'She is gonna be just fine without you, Alex. There's nothing more you can do for her anyways.' I told myself.
"I guess I'll see you on Monday" I then mumbled as I looked down at her. I was surprised when she opened her eyes slightly to look at me.

"Stay" she whispered and reached for my hand. I furrowed my eyebrows at what she said and shook my head.
"You don't know what you're saying. You're drunk and pretty much asleep already" I told her. She obviously was just drunk and more than tired, not really in a clear state of mind. "Pleeease" she then mumbled and bit her bottom lip as she looked up at me. "I'm sooo cold... and lonely" she added in a whisper.

I had no clue what had gotten into me but without any further debating, I took off my shoes and sat down on the bed right next to her. It was a mystery to me, how just one look and so little words by her could make me change my mind completely. For some reason she managed to do just that so effortlessly though.
Stefanie then turned around and moved a little closer to me, cuddling into my lap as her breathing started to get heavier by the second and I could tell that she was already pretty much asleep.
I looked down at the vulnerable girl in my lap and ran a hand through my hair, sighing softly.
"What are you doing to me...?" I whispered quietly even though I knew she was already asleep and wasn't gonna respond.

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Okay, I haven't uploaded in quite a while. I'm really sorry to whoever was waiting but I was just really busy.
This chapter is also a bit short but I thought I'd end it here and post the rest as soon as it is finished. The next chapter is still gonna be in Mr. Greenfield's P.O.V. and hopefully be up quite soon.
Tell me what you think about this one :)

xx Steffi