Storm In Silence

Chapter 2: Are you... drunk?

I've chosen Stephen James to be Aiden, however, you can picture the characters however you like.

Thank you babes❤️

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Holy fucking hell. I can't get Aiden out of my mind. His dazzling smile, his piercing grey eyes, his muscular and toned body, his tattoos, God, his tattoos.

I'd succumb to him any day.

He's literally the absolute core and substation of the definition of a man. So I got home and sat down to have a glass of wine and tried to forget about his eyes. Those eyes.

The alcohol only seemed to kindle my imaginations about him.

I tried to focus on something else but my mind was buzzing lightly.

I peered around my house and admired the white-marble-tiles of the kitchen, the huge island, the plush white couches, the huge black and white portraits of my family hung up on the center wall. The chandeliers, the glass tables, the grand stairway, and the beautiful white carpets.

I built an exceptional life for myself, and although this big house and all the expensive things in it were only material, I was still unquestionably jovial to have accomplished this all by myself.

Of course, I had received help from my loved ones, but all-in-all, I had worked hard to build an empire for myself. Not the Kinsleigh empire, my empire.

I wonder what he's doing right now. I thought. Fuck, and I'm thinking about him again.

My phones obnoxious ringing interrupted me from my thoughts.

I leaned over the glass coffee table and answered whilst putting my earbuds in.

"Hello, Alina Kinsleigh speaking, how may I help you?" I greeted.

"Alina, hey, good evening, Mr. Johnson has scheduled a meeting with you tomorrow at ten in the morning," Natalie explained.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Hey, you got it right this time! But what? Really? Did he say why? ten in the morning?"

I bombarded her with questions.

"The only reason why I called you Alina is because it's after office hours. He didn't say why. Are you okay? You sound a little... drunk?"

I laughed at her last statement, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I laughed hysterically.

"Maybe a little?" It came out more as a question.

"I can reschedule if you like, I know tomorrow was supposed to be your day off," Natalie offered.

"No no, it's okay, I'm just tipsy and I've been working so hard, I can't remember the last time I went on vacation," I explained.

"Are you sure, Alina?"

"Yes I'm sure, we should get together and do something soon, by the way."

"We definitely should, boss."

I rolled my eyes at her and smiled.

"Alright thank you for calling me, see you when I see you?"

God, I was being so informal, I was definitely drunk.

Natalie chuckled and bid goodbye.

I squinted my eyes and looked on the kitchen counter. Okay, so maybe two bottles of red wine was too much. I snorted at myself and dragged my feet upstairs.