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CHAPTER 6
Am I sleeping on a cloud? That's the first thing that came to my mind. I yawned, and my eyes were still half-closed. I really wanted to go back to sleep, but my head's pounding in ache. Was I drunk last night? Oh no.
Then, that's when I woke up. I got up from the bed and looked around. Oh, my goodness! Where am I? I've never been the type to be clueless of where I was going. And, I was more than alarmed when I noticed that I was wearing a bigger shirt. It's owned by a man.
I closed my eyes and cussed. Why did I agree to Leila? I should've just left. But then again, I couldn't leave the scarf.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Oh, dear heavens!
Handsome man stood in front of me. He had loose pajamas on and he didn't have a shirt. I stared at his well-toned abdomen, and I couldn't help but salivate. Oh damn, he's so hot. He brought a mug with him and sat right next to me on the bed.
Was this real?
Oh, well, there's only one way to test it.
My hand reached out to touch his abs and they're rock hard. I couldn't breathe, and neither could he. His hand reached out to hold mine, but he guided me in caressing his body. We stopped when I touched his chiseled chest.
"Coffee for your hungover," he said before placing it on the bedside table.
Then he slowly leaned towards me and I pulled away, feeling tensed about his actions. He leaned forward and forward, while I did backward and backward until the back of my head felt the pillow. He was striding me, his arms trapping me in between. I swore I thought he would kiss me, but he didn't. Instead, he fetched his phone which was placed by the bed post.
"Grey," he snapped.
I was startled when he sat down, and it appeared like he was panicking.
"What? You're here? Inside my apartment?"
I was confused. I just sat down and drank coffee so I could help myself with his hungover.
"Do not leave there, okay? Just stay there."
Handsome Man turned his phone off and told me, "Listen, my PA's outside. Don't come out, okay? Just don't come out."
I nodded dumbly.
He went out of the room and I was stunned. How did I end up in Handsome Man's place? I mean, uhm . . . did we have sex? I gulped at that. Yes, there was sexual tension between us, and I wanted to do him, but I wanted my first time to be with someone special. I tried to move my legs and they don't hurt. I didn't feel sore.
I sighed in relief.
Then, all of a sudden, the flashback played inside my head. Last night, Leila stole my scarf away from me, which prompted me to drink a lot. Then, Handsome Man saved me, and…I danced in front of him. And, we danced together in the street. My heart swelled at that memory.
Then, my eyes went wide when I realized what I did afterwards. After the honking of the car, he led me back to the sidewalk and oh damn! I wanted to melt now. I pulled him close and grabbed his dick and said, "You're big" before passing out.
I sighed at that.
"ANA, DAMN YOU!" I cursed myself.
I ignored what he instructed. I got up from the bed and marched outside. Of course, I needed to apologize. I didn't want him to think that I was a sex-crazed woman or a pervert. I wanted to clarify that it's not my hobby to grab penises.
But I stopped on my tracks when I saw who he was talking to. I saw Handsome Man face-to-face with my father. Dad couldn't see me as I was standing behind him, but Christian could clearly see me, and he panicked. His head bobbed up and down and his eyes moved, signaling me to come back to his room.
I couldn't move though.
I was stunned.
Handsome Man wasn't just a normal guy.
Handsome Man was my father's boss.
He was Christian Grey.
I gasped at the realization. He was a manwhore!
"What seems to be the problem, Sir?" Dad tried to look back but Christian stopped him.
"No, nothing, Ray! Nothing!"
I ran back to the room, but it was already locked. I accidentally locked it! I was panicking. I didn't know where to hide.
"Oh, there must be something," Dad attempted to look at my direction.
"Ray, there isn't," Christian said using his hands to turn his head.
I finally got to the middle of the room where the couch was, and I hid behind it.
"No, there must be," This time I only didn't picture Dad trying to look around but he was walking around. I could hear his footsteps coming nearer and nearer, but then I heard Christian sob.
Huh? What?
I peeked a little and saw that he was hugging my father while fake sobbing.
"What's wrong, Sir?" Dad felt uncomfortable about their hug. Hesitantly, he patted Christian Grey's back and comforted, "I am . . . sorry. I don't know why you are crying, but I am checking around. There might be a burglar."
If there's one thing Dad's good at, it's the art of self-defense.
"No, you just heard a ghost," Christian lied smoothly.
"A ghost?"
"Yes, Cookie's ghost. He was my dog. He died a martyr," Christian coughed, and I couldn't stop it. I laughed too. I let out a chuckle before putting my hands on my mouth.
"What was that?" Dad was confused and petrified. He was buying Christian's story.
"That was Cookie!"
I decided to help him. I barked once, and I could tell from Dad's stance that he was mortified. Yes, Dad's skilled in battle but he was scared of ghosts.
He pushed Christian Grey away and cleared his throat, "Oh uhm . . . I think I need to leave. But yes, I took note of the sponsorship agreements, Sir. Apologies again for coming this early in your apartment. You just needed to sign it right away."
"No worries, Ray. Just go, okay? Cookie doesn't like visitors."
"Yeah," Dad sounded frightened. He stepped away and went out of the apartment.
I got up from the floor and Christian and I mirrored the same sigh of relief.
"You're Christian Grey?"
"Yes," he confirmed.
He looked at me as though he never wanted me to know that. He gave me a smile and I almost believed that what we had was special. But then again, I was just one of the girls he'd give his PA's number to.
"I am leaving," I declared.
"No, grab breakfast first and—"
I shook my head, "I need to go."
"I cooked some pancakes and—"
"I'm leaving!" I snapped venomously.
He sighed and let me leave.
We didn't even start, but we already ended.