Mr.Trillionaire and Miss Runaway Convict

Chapter Eighteen

Saira SwitzJefferson:

Gingerly tucking Rosie into bed,I carress her cheek lightly and then draw back to look at her.

She shouldn't have gone through that.

No one should have to go through that,especially a six-year old kid.

Sighing,I place a soft kiss on her forehead and head out of the room and to the drawing room where all my files are sprawled open and it seems like someone went through it hurriedly.

In a second,I gather all of it and dump it into my enormous bag,zipping it shut.
Hearing a click of the door,I turn around with the gun on my hand and see a completely frazzled,hair sticking out in all directions and slightly tilting trillonaire.

Narrowing my eyes,I inch my way towards him with my gun raised high,

'Why did you go through my papers?'

He smiles,showing off all of his teeth and steps in front of me,
'What papers?The newspapers?I didn't read it today.What's new?'

I look at him,examining his body and head with newfound interest,

'Where did you go?'

He stares at me,comes closer amd snatches my gun and throws it behind him without even looking.

'I went to have a drink in the pub with Niall Horan.Great lad.And then I told my assistant to book tickets.'

He sways a bit again and I hurriedly grab his arm because,no,I would definitely not like to have my body crushed by him so after dumping him on the couch,I start to walk away to bring a glass of water when he grumbles,

'I am fine,Sars.'

Ignoring this outrageous nickname,I spin around,

'Do me a favor.'

'Hmm?'

'Stop talking.'

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'You really did not have to do that.'

'I totally did.',I remark plopping down infront of the distraught and slightly drunk trillionaire with a tray full of food.

He eyes my burger through his wet hair that is plastered to his forehead after I drenched him because honestly as entertaining as it was to watch a drunk Ethan making a complete fool of himself,I would like to have a sober one when I am explaining how all of my documents seemed to be in complete disarray and clearly,someone had barged in.

After ten minutes of silence,I give up and toss the second burger to him and he catches but doesn’t eat.

Instead he keeps on frowning,his eyes in close concentration with his scrunched up forehead,reminding me unceremoniously about the dwarf with the long beard in Snow White's movie.
'Ok,so I walk out to get my mind straight but then I get drunk with Niall Horan,what oh-that doesn’t happen?ok,so I got drunk,meanwhile,you here come back after getting Rosie to bed and see all your files sprawled messily and then my drunk self comes back and makes quite an impression on the fierce young first rate criminal and so she drenches me with water to get me awake because obviously there wasn’t any other nice and gentle way of sobering me up.'

I cross one leg over another and glance at him sweetly,
'Oh there was.I just didn’t want to exhibit that.'

He rubs his eyes,'My headache's getting louder.Look,can we talk about this in the morning?'

'Absolutely not.'

'Alright,Sars.'

I look up at him in disbelief,