Trouble In Paradise
"Please," I said, sensing his hesitation. Maybe I could still beg him out of it.
"Alfa," he muttered just as my phone rang beside me. I turned to see the caller ID. I guess he hung up and called back. With the look on his face, I knew my fate was sealed. He was already on top of me, and it was difficult to push him away. Shouting was not an option—I didn't know what would happen to my family if I screamed. I had never been in such a situation before. He lowered his head and kissed me, then silently squeezed my breast. I felt disgusted with myself.
"You left the door open."
Henry jerked up immediately when he heard the voice.
"Oh, bad timing," Jessica's voice rang out.
I didn't need to look to know it was her.
"And you are?" Henry asked, trying to hide his annoyance.
"I'm Jessica, her best friend," she said, smiling. I forced a smile, trying to hide my pain.
'Thanks, Jessy, for saving me from an eternity of pain,' I thought to myself.
"Oh, she has told me about you," Henry said, forcing a smile.
"Likewise. So sorry for spoiling your moment," Jessica apologized.
"Don't sweat it. I was already on my way out," Henry said, standing up. He turned to me. "Next time, we'll continue where we left off." He bent down and kissed my forehead.
"Goodbye," I said, trying not to raise any suspicion.
"Bye, Jessica, it was nice meeting you."
"You too," Jessica replied. As soon as Henry left, I went to lock my door.
"Sorry, baby girl. I'm such a cockblocker," she teased, looking adorable with her baby bump.
"Don't sweat it. So, what about your husband?" I asked.
"He was the one who dropped me off. He apologized for not coming in; he's already running late."
"No problem."
"So, what's for dinner? I'm famished," she asked, looking like a hungry tiger. That was weird because Jess usually had a small appetite. I guess that was her pregnancy craving.
"There's soup in the fridge. Let me warm it up for you."
"Perfect! I've missed you so much," she said, hugging me tightly. I returned the gesture. I needed the embrace.
"I missed you more," I whispered, trying to hide my tears.
"Enough hugging! Let's prepare something before I eat you up," she said, making me laugh. Together, we headed to the kitchen.
I was reluctant to go to the office today, partly because I didn't want to face Henry and partly because I had been up all night chatting with Jess. I ignored both Alfa's and Henry's calls—I needed some quality girl time, and I didn't want them spoiling my mood.
After loading the trunk with the drinks I was supposed to sell, I was held up because the driver hadn't arrived yet.
"The boss is calling you," Esther informed me before climbing into her own truck. Her driver zoomed off. Each of us in the sales department had a truck and a personal driver. I sighed and grew anxious. I would've been halfway to my first customer by now if my driver were here.
"It's too early in the day to be tired," a familiar voice said.
I turned to see Alfa, looking incredibly handsome. Unlike his usual suit, today he wore just a shirt and trousers.
"Alfa," his name left my lips.
"One and only. So tell me, why are your shoulders down?" he asked.
"Just thinking about today's stress," I lied.
"Well, I'm here to help."
"What do you mean?" Henry asked before I could.
"Why are you here?" I asked Henry. He never came to the loading area.
"Well, since my girlfriend refused to see me this morning, I decided to come to her," he hissed.
"Back to you, Alfa. Why are you here?" Henry asked, clearly irritated.
"Well, I was bored, so I decided to help out," Alfa shrugged, carefree as always. Because his best friend owned the company, he thought he could do whatever he wanted.
"And how do you plan to help?" Henry asked. I stood between the two men.
"By being her driver."
My eyes widened.
"But you don't know your way around here," Henry pointed out.
"That's why Bunny will guide me."
"Bunny?" Henry looked confused.
"I already have a driver, and won't you be leaving your official position empty?" I asked.
"Believe me, nobody will notice."
"But—"
"No buts. Come on, let's go. We're already behind schedule," he said, climbing into the truck.
"Any funny business with him, and consider your family lost," Henry whispered to me.
"That threat is getting old. The more you use it, the less it means," I shot back before walking away. I might appear strong, but that threat would never lose its power over me.
I climbed into the truck, and Alfa was already smiling at me.
"Trouble in paradise?" he teased.
"Don't ask," I sighed.
He just shrugged and drove off. I wondered what would happen to my driver—he really needed his job.
"Don't worry about your usual driver. He's been taken care of," Alfa reassured me.
"Thanks," I replied.
"It might be wrong, it might be greedy, but for some reason, I always want to be close to you," he said, smiling. He gripped the steering wheel firmly, looking strong and confident.
"Why?" I asked.
He briefly glanced at me before focusing back on the road. "With you, my smile isn't fake, just like it was with Rose."
His words warmed my heart.
"Where's the first stop?" he asked as we entered the main road.
"Take a right at the first intersection," I directed, smiling. I knew I'd have to guide him every step of the way.
We made our first sale without any issues—except for how much the lady was all over Alfa. I liked her, but now I was annoyed at how much attention she demanded from him.
"I thought you said I was the only one who made you laugh?" I asked, staring out the window.
"Why do you ask?"
"You kept flashing your teeth at that woman," I hissed.
He chuckled. "Jealous?"
I stayed quiet.
"I had to play the role of a good salesman."
"You're not the salesman. I am," I retorted.
"Wow, you are one hell of a beautiful woman," he said, giving me a side glance.
"Baka," I muttered, turning my attention back to the passing greenery.
"You got me worried last night," he said, referring to how I had abruptly ended his call.
"I..." I was about to apologize when the car started jerking.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He looked at me sheepishly. "I messed up on my first day at work."
"What happened?"
"The fuel is finished," he muttered.
"You—" I fumed.
"Please don't fire me," he begged.
"I wish. Well, there's a gas station just before this road. I'll go get fuel."
"Now, what kind of man would I be if I let you suffer in the sun? I'll go get it."
"Are you sure?" I asked, remembering how clueless he was with directions.
"Of course! Just wait for my triumphant return, Bunny," he said, grabbing the fuel can.
"Be careful."
"You affect my thoughts, Bunny, in more ways than you can imagine," he chuckled before walking away.
"Please come back quickly," I muttered, watching his back disappear.