Chapter 4

Who the hell invented alarms? That was the first thought that invaded Sophie's sleepy thought as the torture device kept on blaring. She groaned and tried to move her body only to find out that she is entangle between her sheets and wall of muscles. Hey wait! Muscles? Her eyes flied open and she taken in her surroundings but even that little action invited a pound in her head.

An head splitting headache forced her eyes shut again, she grits her teeth together to somehow relief her of the pain but it's not working at all.

“ Try not to move Sophie, I'll get you some painkillers” a voice she could not recognize suddenly vibrated beside her and the wall of muscles beside her moves from the bed. Her eyes flew open again.

“ Wait where am I?” she shouted with a voice so coarse it made her own ears bleed. Why is she feeling so sick early in the morning? And who is this stranger?

“ Just be calm. We will talk after the painkillers” he left the room and she took the opportunity to notice her surroundings. She was in a king sized bed with plain white sheets in a dark blue painted room. A small shelf rest beside the bed and she noticed a walk-in closet, a black wool rug on the exquisitely tiled floor. She was in a rich man's house but the question is how did she get there?

The man entered again with a packet of Tylenol and glass of water. She glad accept it. After swallowing the pills, she drank all the water in a flash.

“ I guess you don't remember yesterday at all?” Chris said calmly beside and gradually, the memories from the club came crashing on her like a tsunami. She remembered down to how she met Chris and he took her to his vip room then her first sip of cocktail.

“ Oh my God. I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing? I've never had alcohol before” she refused to look at him but he just let out a soft laugh.

“ Apart from asking me to be your sugar daddy I think?” Chris muses. Sophie turned bright red are his statement the she started getting flashes again.

Flashback

“ You know sugar daddies come with big stomachs and hairy chest but who knows they look just as handsome as you” Sophie said as Chris tried to help her in the car. Liam had disappeared earlier leaving them alone after getting Sophie drunk enough.

“ Really?” Chris had thought this stranger looks interesting enough while sober but she is another personality when she is drunk. She has become really flirty as if the alcohol boosted her confidence.

He finds her rambling cute, at a point he wonder what her voice will sound like when she is under him but he stops the thought that threatened to invade his mind.

“ Yeah. I mean you are like fwourteen years owlder than me wwith a faaace like Adonis and the bownus is the fact that you are wwwich!” she slurred hitting the car seat with a thud. He dress ride up her thighs exposing her hot legs. Chris had to groan to suppress the walking temptation in front of him. He is single now and free to flirt or sleep with anyone but not with this stranger. His dick twitches in his pants disagreeing with the rational part of him.

“ Chwis?”

“ Yeah?”

“ Fo you know I wanted to be a pilot?” Sophie grinned.

“ Wow really?” he muttered shaking his head at how childish she sounds.

“ Aeroplane.... Daddy aeroplane, aeroplane mummy aeroplane. I want to be a pilot aeroplane! Like this like this”

Chris watch her sing the nursery rhyme off key while making weird flying movement with her hands. She looks cute but this lady can't sing to save her life. She continues singing pouting her sexy lips.

He managed to get her to sit well but the damn dress kept on exposing different part of her body that leaves nothing left to the imagination. How can I he start thinking of banging someone else just few hours after his divorce.

He sat beside her to hold her still while his driver drove them to his Mansion. He was surprised she hadn't fell asleep. He carried her bridal style to his room. Placing her handbag on the shelf.

“ Is this the part where we have sex because I'm drunk and won't remember a thing tomorrow?” she suddenly blurt out shocking Chris with the bluntness.

“ God no! I will never do that to you? I'm not that kind of person” Chris took a deep breath while removing her heels to distract him from checking out her thighs. It's a long night already.

“ Really? Then why are you staring at me as if you want to devour me?”

“ Sophie, you are a very beautiful woman and any man would be crazy not to want you but I won't take advantage of you in this state” Chris assured her while covering her with a blanket.

“ So you'll be my sugar daddy? Promise me” she muttered but Chris just shook his head. She is really strange and tempting.

“ Sleep Sophie goodnight” he stood up making his way to the door.

“ Don't leave” she calls out.

“ What again?”

“ Stay till I fall asleep” she sit up looking at him with that cute googly eyes.

“ You are a demanding little thing aren't you?”

She lie down again and he tuck her in the blanket. He lie beside her putting enough distance between them to stop his own raging hormones.

“ Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?” she whispered.

“ No”

“ Why?”

“ Because I won't be responsible for my actions if I kiss you” he let out a frustrated groan. Running his fingers through his head. The thought of kissing invaded his mind and images that followed suit is anything but innocent.

“ Please?”

“ Goodnight Sophie” he pecked her forehead before turning to his side again.

End of flashback.

Sophie's face could twin with tomato at the moment. She couldn't believe she uttered those rubbish in front of a stranger. And alcohol? How could she get so careless? What if he took advantage of her? What if it was another man that picked her up?

“ I'm sorry. I didn't mean to inconvenient you”

“ Hey Soph. Its okay I wasn't complaining beside you were really cute yesterday” he tries to joke to lighten up the mood.

“ Are you sure we didn't?” she asked with a very funny Expression that made Chris laughed so hard he hurt his tummy.

“ Oh my God! No Sophie I won't do that to you” he assured her one more time even though he doesn't really need to do so.

Sophie breaks the silenced by asking where the bath room was. Chris helped up from the bed because her leg was still wobbly. The plush rug felt like heaven on her feet. She doesn't even know this kind of luxury is real or just an imagination.

She locked the bathroom door behind herself, the room is bigger than her entire house and the sparkling white tiles looks like a figment of imagination. On her right is a cabinet that contains toiletries and stuffs like hand towels, toothbrushes, toothpastes of different flavours and different brands of hand soap, body wash, shower gels and shampoo.

She wonders why just one person needs that much stuffs but she suddenly remembered he was married so probably the work of his ex wife. But no matter how much she thinks about it, she can never understand the concept of the rich lifestyle. Why have so many things you can't even use them at once. She became slightly jealous of the life she never had. She has never had enough of the basic things and seeing someone who has it all made her emotional.

She took a brush and a strawberry flavoured toothpaste. Facing the mirror, she started brushing her teeth while trying to process her entire encounter with Chris. Even though the man is wealth itself, he was very nice and respectful towards. If status and age was out of the question, he is the type of man Sophie would have wanted as her first boyfriend.

“ I think my life just became more complicated” she whispered suddenly with a strained voice.

She rinsed her mouth and trashed the toothbrush in a waste basket lying around the corner. Going back to the bedroom, Chris was already dressed. He stood by the window holding a cup of coffee. He looks the demon of lust itself.

Sophie had to blink thrice to stop herself from drooling, the way the man looked dressed in that dark suit is commanding her to offer her soul to him right there. The air in the room felt like electric.

“ Hmm” she cleared her throat to stop her from imagining the way those muscles will feel under her palms.

“ Are you done?” the velvety voice spoke stirring something in Sophie's belly. She felt wetness down her core, it feels she just unlocked another level of madness she didn't know her body encompasses.

“ Yes I am. I'm sorry for the inonveniences Mr Morgan. I need to get going now” it was as if she used every fiber of her working brain cells to form those sentences.

“ Sophie, you don't have to be so formal. Call me Chris” He grinned while opening the door for her.

“ Ohh why?"

“ Because I'm now your friend or don't you want to be friends?” Chris flashed that billion dollar smile making her heart thump. Something is obviously wrong with her but whatever.

When they reached downstairs, Chris forced her to have breakfast before she leaves. After the food which Sophie was very grateful for, he took her phone then enter his personal phone number there, he felt giving her his business card will make everything too official.

“ So can I have your address?” He asked on their way out of the huge mansion.

“ Hmmm, why?”

“ So I can ask my driver to drop you off”

“ I live at the college dorms” She replied.

Chris called his other driver while Sophie watches. She doesn't have an idea of where they are so why not take the opportunity this kind man was offering? A black SUV suddenly parked in front of them. The driver greeted Chris cheerfully which made Sophie wonder if they are best friends.

“Please when you reach the dorms, give me a call,” Chris told her as she was getting in the car. She nodded her head but he suddenly got closer to whispering something in her ears.

“ Even though I learned of funny things while you were drunk. I'll like to know the sober you more. Goodbye Soph”