PREGNANT AFTER ONE NIGHT STAND

Oh, damn!

Why is she here again? Oh my gosh, she looks so sexy! I swear, she was dressed appropriately at the office earlier! If I recall correctly, she was wearing a black blazer with long pants. But now? Wow!

A black dress barely covering her thighs with an open back. Not to mention that incredibly low neckline. Her chest… looks so perfectly shaped! I look around, and she’s alone. It’s been a year since she started working with Krystal, focusing solely on the finance department, but I never suspected they could be so wicked. You can’t catch someone like Anya so easily.

She has two close friends always around her. They’re never far and always following her every move.

As I expected, not only is she hard to approach, but Anya also has very high standards for her life. I don’t know why, but she’s somewhat similar to Krystal. She likes things organized. No room for imperfections, even the sweetness level of her tea must be perfect. I’ve been reprimanded by her before, but I find myself getting addicted to being scolded by Anya. It’s crazy, I’m becoming infatuated.

But that’s not the whole story. Everything related to this stunning long-haired girl who is now incredibly sexy is flawless. I don’t know, maybe working with a perfectionist like Krystal can mold someone. During my time at the office, many of Krystal’s staff labeled her as the Devil Boss.

When I teased her, she would just laugh and say, “I’m used to it.”

“Hey, boss. You rarely come here,” I just glanced briefly. Jacob, the owner of this bar, is here. He seldom visits unless there’s business to attend to. I sometimes come here to pass the time, not to get drunk, just to relax.

“You’re the one who’s rare.”

The person I’m talking to laughed softly. He swayed his glass of tequila, inviting me to join. I declined. My attention can’t stray from the bartender’s table over there. I can’t let Krystal’s assistant get involved in any trouble here.

In less than half an hour, I knew she was in trouble. Her steps were already unsteady. And there were quite a few guys approaching her! It means they’ve been watching her since she sat down. Damn it, I let my guard down! Where did her brilliant mind go? Is Anya, okay?

“Where are you going?” I grinned. “Got some business to take care of.”

I walked decisively towards Anya, shooing away the guys taking advantage of a drunk girl. I won’t stand for it. As I tried to get closer to her, I didn’t even dare to say, “Miss Anya, do you want to go home? I can take you.”

She might throw her high heels at me!

As I shooed away the guys surrounding Anya, there was one that made me suddenly furious. I felt like punching him if it wasn’t for Jacob’s arrival. Luckily, I didn’t hit that guy with my fist. He had the nerve to touch Anya’s shoulder! I, who was secretly observing, didn’t even dare to get close. Damn it!

“Calm down, Cedric.” She smiled even when she saw that guy with a fierce look. She gently pushed him away, making sure he kept his distance. I guess she’d rather lose bar customers than have me, who rarely comes here, get involved. My circle in the club scene is dangerous, I admit.

“Is she your girlfriend?” Jacob asked, wanting to know more.

“Oh, my wife,” I didn’t beat around the bush as I reached out to support Anya since she was having trouble standing. I caught a whiff of alcohol mixed with her perfume, and it was intoxicating.

She laughed. “Are you offering to walk me home or not?”

I didn’t bother to respond. She knew I wasn’t serious, but she could play along if she wanted. For the past year, I could only watch this beautiful girl from afar. I can’t even challenge her gaze; she doesn’t even look my way. To her, I’m probably just dust, and that’s fine. I’m not bothered. My business isn’t finished yet.

The most important thing is that she’s within my reach. When everything is settled, maybe I should really consider greeting her more than just asking what she wants for lunch.

“Do you have a car?” I always knew that Anya never parted with her City. As long as I’ve been at the office, there’s one manager who doesn’t mess around when it comes to approaching Anya. I’m sure of that. So, why haven’t I given up? Because I noticed that Anya doesn’t even acknowledge that guy’s existence. She treats him like everyone else. Even when offered a ride home, she always declines.

Impressive, right?

Oh, one more thing. The guy at the cafe across the street, he’s the same. Trying to get Anya’s attention but, once again-I personally don’t get it, is Anya just picky or what? -she doesn’t even pay attention. Even when greeted or approached politely, the girl in my arms just politely responds. But anything more than that, she won’t entertain.

What kind of guy can capture her heart?

“A car, right? Where’s my car?” She said with a grin. Typical girl. So annoying when drunk. She doesn’t realize the danger lurking, does she? Her friend, too. Why isn’t she being watched carefully? I feel like giving both of them a scolding.

Once we’re in the parking area, her car is there. It’s just a matter of finding the keys. Damn it! I don’t know whether to call it bad luck or what. If she can’t handle alcohol, why drink so much? There was a lot of it, I saw it.

Usually, when a girl gets drunk, her emotions get disturbed. Some because of a broken heart, others just need an outlet. So, what about Anya? Why is she like this?

“Anya, where are your keys?”

She looked up, her eyes a little hazy. At that moment, I felt the blood in my body drain away. Under the light, her gaze could really render me motionless. When I first saw her, I couldn’t really look directly into her eyes. Not even at the office. I should be thanking God just for being able to steal a glance.

“The keys, right? Where are they, Cedric? I forgot.”

Shit! She remembered my name!

“Uh, maybe you can check your bag? They should be there.” I let go of my hold on her. “Don’t worry, I’m not drunk, it’s that damn vodka.”

“Vodka is not to blame,” I said, slightly amused by her mumbling. She usually complains about paperwork and work results, and now?

She pouted. “What do you want with my keys?”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ll take you home.”

I can clearly see her eyes staring at me suspiciously. Oh my gosh! “You can’t drive, what if something happens later,” I said as an excuse. But it’s true, though. If I leave her to drive, I don’t know what might happen. It could be really dangerous, right? Oh… I hope not!

“No need. I can manage on my own. I’m not drunk,” she replied.

I just kept silent while following her unstable steps. Just in case she collapses or trips, and then gets a bump on her forehead. It wouldn’t look good when she returns to the office with a bruised forehead.

There you go… she’s tripping already. Good thing I’m behind her. I quickly catch her before she falls, despite her protests and grumbling. What really puzzles me is that she took off her heels. She just threw them away like that. Oh my gosh! And she struggles to free herself from my grip, not wanting to be held.

“Move aside! I can handle myself.”

Rather than argue with her, I just pick up her heels. I can put them in the car and take her home. Problem solved. When she tries to open the car door, she nearly slides and touches the pavement. I quickly hold her to prevent her body from getting scratched. It’s not like I care or anything. Just… it’s a waste, okay? How many drinks did she have? I wonder! I’m really surprised. If her alcohol tolerance is low, why did she get so drunk?

What if someone does something bad to her?

It’s a good thing I found her here. Getting angry won’t help. She just smiles and approaches me after I help her stand.

“Thank you, Cedric.”

“The keys, Anya.” I give up. The scent of Anya’s perfume makes it impossible for me to avoid being close to her. I also didn’t expect her to look for the keys. She hands me a small purse and asks me to find them.

Fortunately, she didn’t cause any trouble on the way. She just complained and rambled on about her issues with Krystal. I learned that her assistant has many complaints, especially about the perfectionist standards of Krystal. I just smile while listening to her. I give some responses, but I know that someone drunk will forget what we talked about, right?