Arabella Heatherway, the youngest daughter of the most successful lawyer Gabriel Heatherway and his beautiful wife Blair Heatherway. And the youngest sister of a billionaire and owner of many hotels Matthew Heatherway. Being a daughter and sister of...
Was the very first thought in my head after I opened my eyes from my sleep. I was laying on an unknown bed in a very unknown bedroom. And my head was hurting so bad.
I sat up with a groan palming my forehead. I was laying on a large king size bed with grey duvet and white sheet which were now crumbled because of me. It was clearly a man's room; for the design of the whole room. I got up from the bed and realised I was wearing a white dress shirt on top of my underwear. My cheeks flushed from remembering last night actions. To be honest I haven't kissed anyone in the last eight months or more than that; first my exam then my sister's wedding then my job, I didn't had time for any dates or romantic stuffs.
Yeah yeah you didn't had time for 'romantic stuffs'. My subconscious said air quoting the romantic stuff.
Shut up! Why do you in the whole universe always have the bad timing to talk?
She narrowed her eyes at me before doing a gesture of zipping her mouth. I looked around me taking in the design of the bedroom. Two of it's walls were of glass giving a beautiful view of the sea and rest of Upper West Manhattan. One of the glass wall lead to a balcony with white leather seats and a white table in it. While the other two walls was build of brick, and they had three doors in them. The first one which I opened was a walk in closet and while the other one was an attached enormous bathroom. After finishing my morning routine, I got out of the bathroom thinking where is my dress. I just can't wear this short shirt which barely cover my thighs and roam around Alexander's house. But then again I just can't wait in the bedroom for my boss to bring me my clothes. So I decided, taking in a very deep breath, that I have to go out of this room, wearing this very shirt.
After roaming around the huge penthouse, coming across hallway living room dinning room and lastly kitchen where an olderly lady was cooking. She was behind the black marble counter top cutting vegetable when she noticed me standing in the doorway awkwardly tugging on the dress shirt.
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"Oh dear you are finally awake!" she said dropping the cubic vegetables in a large pot. "I would have come to you, but I was preparing soup for you. You see they help with hangover." she said stirring the soup on the large pot.
"Thank you so much for taking care of me ma'am."
"Oh please call me Martha dear. I've heard so much of you from Alex." My eyes widen hearing her." That young boy talk very fondly of you."
Alexander Knight talks fondly about me?! Oh God I want to scream!
I felt myself blushing deep red but mask it with a smile.
"How long do you know him?" I asked moving more inside the kitchen. "Can I help?"
"Don't worry darling, just take a seat." she said waving me off, and I did as she told. "I know him since he was born. I was his nanny back then. That boy was one mischievous child back then." she laughed recalling the fond memories.
"Here you go." She said pouring hot soup on a bowl. She served me the bowl of soup with a spoon. I took a spoonful of hot liquid after making sure that it was enough cool. The creamy savoury flavour invade my taste buds, making me moan in it's deliciousness.
"This is delicious!" I exclaimed wide eyed. Martha chuckled at me before wiping her hands on a tissue.
"Enjoy the meal dear. I'll get your clothes." she said to me before exiting the kitchen. A question struck my head. 'Who did actually changed me?' but I shrugged it off immediately, tempted to finish this goodies in front of me. Who can say no to food?
After finishing up my food, I thought about doing the dishes. The poor lady has been taking care of me and my hangover, she even cleaned my clothes. I should really help her. And I should better clean up my own mess, shouldn't I? I went over the sink with the bowl in my hand, and ran the water when I heard a noise coming from the doorway. I turned and gasped out loud.
There was my boss, leaning against the door frame, with his muscular arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing only sweatpants, with his upper body naked of any clothing, giving the perfect view of hard slabs of abs and muscles. His biceps flexed with every movements he made. My breathing caught inside my windpipe taking in the view of this greek adonis in the very morning. His pants were hung low on his hips giving the defined view of the V and dark dust of hair running down on the delici-.
What the hell am I thinking?!
I diverted my attention from his midriff to his face to find him cheaking me out. His eyes were roaming all over my body, making me feel very acutely aware of my appearance. When his ocean blue eyes finally landed on my hazel, his lips formed into a lopsided smirk, making me remember the feel of those sinful lips on my own.
"What are you doing?" he asked. His eyes glitering under the sunlight. I turned back toward the sink.
" Doing the dishes." my voice came out smoothly.
"You shouldn't. Let me help you." he said before advancing toward me. Before I could turn my head and see what's he doing, his hand was on my forearm, gliding toward my hand and finally threaded through my fingers. He placed his mouth on my ear and bit my earlobe, making my gasp.
"You are doing it wrong." he whispered huskily placing a kiss on the shell of my ear. He glided his lips on my neck, peppering kisses all over it. I moved my head to the side unconsciously, giving him a better access to my neck. My breathing became heavy as he kept on kissing and nibbling my neck, all the while gliding my soapy hands inside the bowl. My head fell against his shoulder resting.
"You a-are not h-help-ping m-me." I stuttered out, bitting back a moan. He smriked against my skin, he placed his mouth in the base of my ear, making me suck in a breath.
"Are you nervous my love?" he asked whispering in my ear, before he sucked the flesh behind my ear making me moan out loudly. He let go of my hand and turned me toward him and pinned me against the sink. He cupped the side of my face and sealed his mouth over mine, kissing me slowly, but deeply with leisure licks of his toungue. He brought my body closer to his, so that I could feel every muscles of his torso through the this cotton fabric.
"Child I brought your clothes- oh my God! Sorry!" the old woman exclaimed seeing us in this compromising action. He let me go immediately after Martha entered the kitchen. I looked away toward the ground feeling extremely embarrassed. God never in my life have I ever been this much embarrassed.
"Thank you." I meekly said taking the clothes from my hand.
"You should change out of those." Martha freaking smriked at me! I couldn't help but run out of the kitchen with a laughing Martha behind.
After going back to the bedroom and changing out of Alexander's shirt I wore mine and got out of the room to be greeted by a very high pitched voice which is always dreadful for me to hear.
