His Contractual Mistress Chapter 2: Am I Unlucky or Lucky Tonight?

Chapter 2:Am I Unlucky or Lucky Tonight?

Hailey continued praying that Vince would now go to his bedroom, so then she could go to hers to change into appropriate clothing.

Squirming in the kitchen, Vince seems to have to guess she is uncomfortable around him. He stood on his feet and carried his suitcase.

"I'm going to the Study room to read so reports."

"Okay." Hailey nodded and secretly glanced at his broad retreating back.

Hailey heaves a sigh of relief. 'Finally, he's gone.' She mumbled.

Now she can go back to her bedroom. But before that, she fetches another glass of water and finishes in one gulp as tension dries her throat. She forgets her intention of coming to the kitchen is to drink water.

What was embarrassing is when she poured herself because she was in a trance after Vince arrived.

If she had known he would co back this early, she wouldn't have dared to wear this sexy lingerie. She will wear a pajama or oversize t-shirt instead.

anwhile, before Vince could enter the bathroom, he rembered sothing. He stepped out of his bedroom, and it was the mont Hailey passed in the door.

"Ahem. You're here. Can you make a pot of coffee and bring it to the library?"

It takes a few monts before she cos back to her senses. Hailey blinks her eyes several tis which her face turned pink. Gradually, she withdraws her gaze from his half-naked body and nodded.

"Sure! I'll bring it over!" She almost stamred her words. It happens, her heart beating so loud that deafening her ears.

"Thanks!" Vince's lips curve with a thin smile. He turned around to step inside his bedroom. Vince is musing that sothing was odd about her. He glanced outside before he closed his bedroom door. He noticed her bolted into her bedroom.

Left confused, Vince mused. 'She supposed to go to the kitchen, right?'

Shrugging a shoulder, Vince turned around and walked to the bathroom. The mont the door shuts, the corner of his mouth curls into a smirk.

"How amusing..." Vince murmured to himself.

Inside Hailey's bedroom, she wanted to scream. What happened? Why does he suddenly co out of his bedroom wrapped only in a bath towel around his body!? It's not like she hasn't seen six or eight packs up close. But their situation is unlikely to be looked at. They were living in the sa house!

Oh, well. What is her role anyway?

Ugh. Before she passed out from embarrassnt and uncomfortable this evening, Hailey quickly changed into decent sleepwear and put on a night robe. She then rushed to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee as Vince requests.

Sat in the dining chair, Hailey impatiently waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing. Hoping it's done before Vince finishes his shower, and she could bring the coffee in his study without bumping into him. Even though it's crazy to think she could avoid him. They were living in one house!

'How possible that would happen, Hailey? You were not thinking!' She scolded herself.

Heaving a hopeless sigh, Hailey sat up from the dining chair, got the wooden tray, and placed a mug on it. She was grateful that Vince was still in his bedroom when the coffee finished brewing. She picked up the pot and put it on the tray.

With a bit of rush but extra careful, Hailey entered the study and placed the tray on the coffee table.

Her steps are hasty. That is why when she exited the door, it was the mont Vince entered the room.

Her frail, slender body slamd to his firm chest. Thank goodness that the owner of this body has quick reflexes. He stretched his left arm, clutching her in the waist, and pulled closer. Being held like this by him gives shudders to her nerves.

Once more, Hailey froze on the floor. Once more, she wished for the floor to open and swallowed her whole.

"Careful..."

Vince's deep husky voice awakens every nerve of her body. Gladly, the only light that is on in the study is the lampshade on the table. Still, she's praying that he won't notice how reddish her ears and cheeks are. He gradually loosens her and steps aside. Seeing her remain silent, he clears his throat.

"Ahem. Thanks for the coffee," said Vince after he noticed the tray on the table.

"You're welco. I'm going to bed now." Hailey remains lowering her head and avoids having eye contact with him. "Good night." Upon saying this, Hailey rushes outside without waiting for his reply.

She entered her bedroom and locked the door. She jumps on her bed and screams in silence.

'Am I unlucky or lucky tonight?' Hailey asked herself.

Screaming inside her head, she gradually calms down. She rolls on her back and covers her face with her palm.

'What a night!'