A throbbing headache and an urge to vomit woke Skyla up. Throwing away her duvet Skyla jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to empty out her insides.
She retched and vomited in the toilet and clutched her head. Last night she went overboard and there was no Mada Maven’s tea to fix her hangover.
She held her thrumming head and moved to the wash basin to gargle and clean her face and later changed into a comfortable Kakashi t-shirt and jeans.
After her morning rituals, she exited the bathroom and picked up the extension phone in the room. She asked for so green tea and painkillers.
Ordering what she needed Skyla flopped back on the bed and closed her eyes to find so peace and then the mories of last night began to flood her mind and her eyes opened wide.
Most of the mories were hazy but she was sure Mr Zyair was the one who had brought her to her room. She glanced below and found her shoes had been neatly placed alongside the bed. Skyla would never place her shoes so elegantly in a drunken state.
Did he take off her shoes and place them like that?
The re thought sent a cold chill throughout her body.
No no, she must have done it herself. Why would he do that? He was her boss who didn’t like touching a woman.
And then another mory surfaced and her whole face flushed red.
"OMG! What have I done?"
She had to go talk to her boss, she wasn’t sure what else she must have said to him in her drunken state.
Remind never to drink in front of him again. I have made a fool of myself. She facepald and shook her head in disappointnt.
The bellboy brought her tea and dicine. Taking them both she let herself relax until the headache was reduced to a low thump and then she decided to visit her boss.
Talk about awkward, this was going to be the mother of it. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say but an apology should be the first thing she needed to do.
Mustering up enough courage she tied her hair in a ponytail and headed over to her boss’s room.
If sha had a face it was Skyla’s today.
She contemplated for a few minutes, fisted her hand about to knock on his door and then retrieved it.
’How am I supposed to face him after this?’ she muttered to herself. Five minutes had elapsed in her turmoils and yet she hadn’t knocked.
The door of his room suddenly opened and there he stood in all his 6 feet 5 inches of glory.
Their eyes t, her shocked ones connecting with his dangerously calm ones. There was a turbulent storm behind them and yet he was trying to keep it at bay.
"Miss Skyla! Good morning," his greeting ticulously flowed as if he had been expecting her and she bit her lip.
"G–good morning, Sir..." she blurted with a stutter.
Silence reigned...
He carefully watched her collect herself and cave in from the lack of confidence, how her eyelashes lowered so she wouldn’t have to look at him and the blush appeared on her cheeks.
"Would you like to co in?" he quietly asked seeing her lost for words.
"Yes!"
Zyair stepped aside letting her enter his room. Her eyes took in how proper his room was, everything was ticulously arranged and neatly placed.
She stood aside with her hands clasped in front like a prisoner.
"Please! Have a seat," he offered her and she sat down on the armchair by the window.
"How are you feeling? Did you have breakfast?" Zyair was trying to wash away her uneasiness with his cool and easygoing voice.
"Um, I have a hangover so I only had so tea. Nothing will stay in my stomach for now so I am going to take it easy till lunch."
"Yeah! We did a lot of drinking last night." He gleefully smirked, intentionally adding ’we’ to the sentence so she wouldn’t feel guilty.
"About that, I wanted to talk to you," she began and uneasiness settled in her belly, making her extrely nervous.
Zyair lowered himself to the base of the bed, his hands clutching the footboard as one of his long legs angled with it while the other was stretched out.
"I am listening." There was no hurry in his voice, never was when talking to her.
Skyla clutched and unclutched her hands, sotis she twirled her wedding ring before finally speaking.
"I might have spoken so words last night which I shouldn’t have and taken a na..."
"Miss Skyla?" He interrupted her and she lifted her head to watch him.
"Actually, I was pretty drunk myself. So if there was sothing you said, I don’t rember at all. I just dropped you off in your room and that’s all I rember. I don’t rember us talking. My drunken mory is pretty bad so I forget stuff," he blatantly lied just to ease her fears.
"Oh!" Her scarlet lips ford that perfect ’O’ as her dimd eyes brightened at the revelation and that missing smile returned.
"Yeah! Don’t you think it’s better this way?" He smiled so brightly that his eyes lit up like two sparkling sapphires.
"For real, I was so embarrassed," she confessed with a shake of her head.
"I have been there. Done crazy stuff while being drunk. Not my best monts."
Skyla’s interest peaked and she wondered what crazy stuff her poised-beyond-words boss must have done.
"That makes two of us," she added proudly this ti.
Zyair’s eyes landed on her shirt and he was reminded of the event they were to attend later.
"Nice shirt. Are you excited for tonight?" he asked.
"Yes, it’s one of my favourites. I can’t wait to dress up." The nervous chuckle from before had turned into a confident smile now. Anything related to ani she always did with great aplomb.
"I am very excited to see your costu and hopefully you will like mine too," he replied and elegantly shifted the conversation to ani so she would forget all about what she had told him in her drunken state.
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