Her Assistant

[13] Phil/Chloe

This one is pretty heavy.
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Love,
C.

Pride and the littlest and dumbest things can cause a big fight.

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Phil/Chloe.

Warm. Cozy. Safe.

That's how she felt before she could open her eyes. Two strong arms around her as her cheek lay on the soft fabric of someone's hoodie. Underneath the hoodie, she heard a rhythm of heartbeat. Someone's fingers ran through her hair and she liked it. She dug her face deeper onto the torso, inhaling that godly scent.

"Vegas, huh?"

She suddenly remembered a fragment of what happened last night.

Phil...

But what's with Vegas?

She abruptly sat up, alerting Phil. Her hand flew on her forehead, "What the hell," she mutters. And for the nth time, she was embarrassed in front of Phil. "Damn it."

Phil squeezed her shoulder, then asked, "Are you okay, sweet pea?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..." She buried her face on her palms in frustration and pain in her head. "What the fuck." She gathered courage to look at Phil, who was sitting beside her. Upon glancing at him, she gaped, flushing in embarrassment then looked away. He looked handsome even though his hair was disheveled.

"I'm gonna go and make you coffee," he stood up, then walked to the kitchen. She followed him to ask questions about the previous night. "Where's Teddy?" Was all that she could say for now.

She was expecting that Teddy would steal her bed or at least crash on the couch, but she's not there. Recalling the events last night, she remembered Teddy's melancholy and... whiskey, tequila, and she can't remember all the shit they drank last night.

For the nth time in her life, she had difficulty remembering what the hell happened the previous night.

Before Phil responded to his boss' question, he was distracted by the empty bottle of expensive whiskey in the sink, looking around there was a shard from the bottle of Fortaleza tequila on the floor. He sighed in disappointment and wonder. Why is she doing this? He thought. These are too much for two ladies. And he noticed that one of Chloe's shelves was showcasing the most expensive and premium type of alcohol he's familiar with.

"Okay, Chloe, we have a problem here," he finally said, watching her sit on one of the stools by the kitchen island. As much as he wanted to scold her already, he was aware that she's hungover and he was distracted on how pretty she looked even though she's damn wasted.

This is for her sake, he thought.

Chloe raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish his statement. Did I say something odd last night?

Phil picked up the bottle from the sink. "What are you a guy?" His eyes narrowed, he was displeased, and slightly disgusted. Drunk girls were barely appealing to him, since most of the women he's been with wasted their night for nothing. Knowing Chloe, she wouldn't do something stupid like this, he wanted to know what's bothering her. He wanted to help her after all the trouble he caused her.

Chloe silently laughed, trying to look like as if drinking was nothing to her. "Just ignore that. Where's my coffee?" She was evasive of his gaze.

"Chloe, you can die from this habit of yours, you know..." He said, putting the bottle upright on the counter, and started to prepare coffee for her.