Bed Sheets II

39. Fight Me

"Draven," Sophie entered his office, "these are all the documents that people have finalized their editing. Review them and then I'll send them to Alfred."

"I'll review them tomorrow," Draven gulped down his coffee before removing his reading glasses. "Want to come to the bar tonight? Drinks on me."

"Sure," Sophie smiled, "who's invited?"

"You and I." When her brows furrowed, he shook his head, "Not like that Sophie. I just wanted a night to relax." It had been a few days ever since he returned in the office and he had been overworking himself to prove himself to be loyal to his employees. Unfortunately, it had caused him excessive stress and he needed a few hours to merely relax his rushing blood.

Sophie nodded her head slowly, turning towards the door, "Let me organize my stuff for tomorrow and I'll be ready."

"Do you need help?"

"No," she pulled open the door, "I'll be done in a few minutes."

Draven assembled his documents together, wrote a few notes that he would remember in the morning. When he finished, he rapidly poured himself a shot with his liquor underneath his cabinet and gulped it down before returning the liquor inside his cabinet. He collected his keys and then left his office, not surprised when Sophie was ready herself.

There were a few employees left, but Jason, Miranda and Hector had already left. When they reached their cars, Sophie followed behind Draven's car and they drove to a famous local bar named Donn's Dungeon. It was quite classy for a bar, and most people that entered were business owners and stars from the city. People wore suits to his bar, and Draven fit in perfectly when he entered with an arm wrapped around Sophie's waist.

They both stood by the bar, leaning onto the counter and ordering drinks that Draven paid for. Both of them had failed to think about who would drive them home, and Sophie was hoping she would return him with Draven for the night. She gulped down a few shots, her flirtatious nature becoming exposed as he placed her finger on Draven's chest and grinned.

There was always sexual tension when both of them were together, and Draven could feel it. He stepped closer towards her, gulping down the next drink the bartender handed to him.

"How was work today?" he asked curiously. "Have you heard anything about me?"

Sophie vigorously shook her head, "Not at all, everyone loves you." When she saw him nod his head, she added, "Eric emailed you."

His eyes suddenly widened, as if he had been stung with a needle all of a sudden, and then he raised his hand to the bartender, ordering a shot for Sophie and himself. Sophie placed a palm against his jaw, "Hey, look at me." When his eyes met her gaze, she asked soothingly, "Are you alright? I didn't mean to make you flustered."

"Yes," he assured, "I'm fine I just..." he sighed, "I don't want to hear about him."

"Okay, I didn't know."

"No, it's not your fault. Don't think anything of it," he smiled, which made Sophie reflect the same smile.

They were quite near one another, therefore naturally they pressed their lips together and Sophie took this opportunity to close the distance between them. Her chest pressed against him, and Draven wrapped an arm around her lower waist, lifting her onto her tippy-toes.

It lasted for a few minutes before Draven pulled apart and reached for her hand, "Let's dance."

"I'm down." She was lead towards the music, and when they reached the dance floor, Sophie pressed her behind against Draven's belt buckle. They danced pressed against one another for a few songs before a slow song began playing, and Sophie faced him, allowing him to wrap an arm around her waist and connecting his other palm with hers. She leaned her head against his shoulder, loving the smell of his cologne and slowly followed his movements, feeling her entire body becoming relaxed.

The night was magical between them, had strengthen their friendship relationship they had and it was near the end of the night that Draven headed for the bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom, he rapidly headed for one of the stalls. When he was done, he stumbled towards the sink and began washing his hands when another stall was pulled open. He merely glanced at who it was, but the moment his brain realized the information it had seen, his eyes widened and he glanced again.

Kyle Merchi snorted, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here—"

"I came here because I can," Kyle snapped back, scoffing under his breath and rolling his eyes. "Acting high and mighty once again, as if everyone else in your presence are peasants."

"Not everyone," Draven shrugged his shoulders, "only you though."

Kyle, who was leaning over the sink, washing his hands, paused for a moment and squinted his eyes towards Draven. He then said coldly, "You don't even have a bit of remorse for ruining my engagement?"

Draven gasped, "You blame me for ruining your engagement?" When Kyle nodded his head, reaching for the paper towel, he added, "You beat up your fiancé!"

"He's a man," Kyle hissed, glaring at Draven, "I get it, it was wrong and I was drunk and it was stupid. But let's not start acting like I'm dating a girl."

"It doesn't matter, that's domestic abuse—"

Kyle chuckled in disbelief, "No it's not! You're acting like I threw him on the ground and knocked him out. In any case, the only reason that even happened was because of you."

"You're an adult," Draven mocked, "stop blaming other people for your own mistakes."

That caused Kyle to pause once again, observing the contorted face of Draven. "Why are you so angry then?"

"You ruined my name on the media, said I abused him," Draven hissed, his hands clenching into fists.

"Compared to what you've done to me, that's barely anything," Kyle stepped around him, throwing the paper towel in the garbage. He then stared at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair and added, "You deserved that."

"I didn't do anything to you."

"You had sex with my fiancé, and when I came to you, heartbroken and defeated, you said you'd do it again."

"I'm not in a relationship with you, Eric is—"

"It doesn't matter who you're in a relationship with," Kyle violently turned to him, narrowing his eyes at Draven. "As a man, you respect other people's engagements. It's common decency."

"I was with him longer than you've even known him—"

"Doesn't matter," Kyle shrugged his shoulders, "I fucked up, but you know damn well you did too."

Draven furrowed his brows, "Then what about fucking Rebecca?"

"That was to get details on you, genius. I used her, and she fell for it. Isn't it obvious? I don't even like girls," he laughed. "That's how competition works; I got the information on the book, I got details on all your releases. It's not my fault your people weren't loyal to you."

"You were that obsessed with me."

"Call it what you want, but you started all of it. And it worked in my case since you fired your own secretary, idiot."

"You know what Kyle?"

Both their shoulders broadened, and Kyle stepped towards Draven menacingly, "What Draven?"

"If you want to fight me, then fight me!"

He had not expected this to happen, but Kyle did not hesitate to place his hands on Draven's chest and shove him backwards, Draven stumbling backwards and slamming onto the door.