4

The first thing I notice when I wake up is this massive headache that's driving me crazy. Can you die with a headache? Phoebe would only say yes if it was while studying, but I doubt that. It has happened to me to have pain, but not to this extent, then there it is really all over the circumference of my skull. Anyway... Come to think of it, there's a bit more pain in the back of my head.

I open one eye, then the other. Shit, I'm not home. Not at Phoebe's. This could explain several things. OK, let's think logically. Yesterday we went clubbing with Phoebe. I drank, a lot, even too much. My headache is explained. Afterwards... Then I don't remember anything at all. Oh no, go Kaileen! Seriously, you're not going to do the trick to us like in the movies where the girl doesn't remember what she did yesterday!

I am totally mortified when I realize that no, I have no memory of the day before. The only thing I remember is Phoebe dragging me onto the dance floor, past the black hole, like the one in space. It is not possible, finally!

I observe the room in which I find myself. Alright, I'm in a room. The furniture looks expensive and modern. The room is large, the bed I am in is very comfortable and huge. The smell impregnated on the dark sheets is clearly irresistible. Besides, I take a few seconds to inhale deeply into the cushion, like a great psychopath.

I don't know that smell, just like I don't know this place. Ok the light walls are immaculate no blood so I'm not on a psychopath the floor is clean so at least he's a neat freak unlike me who's a big messy.

I push back the covers and try to get up. All I get is a sharp pain that grants me a moan of pain. I then see on the dark bedside table a glass of water and an aspirin tablet right next to it. I rush over and swallow the tablet without further ado. I barely have time to put the glass down when the door opens. So there, either my brain is playing tricks on me, or it's really misery.

Thalion Wolfsbane stands in the doorway and glares at me. He walks over and gives me a disdainful look. I feel shabby and at the same time ashamed that he sees me in this state of near death, knocked out by alcohol.

“Kaileen, can I know what you were doing in that nightclub in the middle of the week?

His voice freezes me on the spot and I don't even have time to excite myself with his sudden familiarity that he is sitting beside me on the bed. I pull back a little, surprised by his sudden closeness.

- I'm sorry...

My gravelly voice makes me want to cry with shame, but I try to regain my composure by clearing my throat. He sighs and scratches his head.

- I found you outside the box, you were talking to yourself. You... passed out in my arms and not knowing where you live, I had to take you home.

- Your house ?

Sweet Jesus. I'm at my boss's where I spent the night decubating. I don't know if I should laugh or cry, but in any case death seems to me to be a good option to start this day. I apologize once again and sadly confess that I don't remember anything. He seems surprised and reassured, which worries me enormously. What could I have done or said that could embarrass us even more? I do not even dare to think about it.

Mr. Wolfsbane shows me the bathroom where I can freshen up. I don't have to pray to see the damage. My make-up -yesterday so perfect- is now totally filthy. It sank and dried on my cheeks, leaving black streaks all over my face. My hair is messy and I'm totally mortified that my boss -hottie- could see me in this state.

I splash water on my face and rub what I can to remove traces of makeup. After a few minutes of relentlessness and my face red and sensitive to the touch, I can finally show myself. My boss hasn't moved and is quickly typing something on his phone. He seems annoyed.

“I guess you can't come to work today.

He said that without looking at me and I hasten to tell him otherwise. He raises his eyebrows and I try to channel my ardor as his face is so beautiful. I then notice that he is dressed as if he was leaving for work. A black suit this time. I then wonder what time it is. I glance at the alarm clock next to the bed and eleven o'clock is displayed. My face crumbles.

- I will immediately go home to get ready and come back first thing in the afternoon, I promise.

He huffs and tells me that Wes is waiting for me downstairs and will take care of driving me home. I thank him and he tells me that he will see me again at the company. That "thanks to me" he also had to take his morning. He dismisses me from his room.

Once out of the room I realize something. "His" room, "his" bed, "his" pillow that I sniffed to smell "his" smell.

- Whore...

I place a hand over my mouth and walk down the stairs in front of me. I notice then that I land in the entrance where to my left is the living room and the kitchen. The room is huge and a large part of the wall is made up of bay windows. A black leather couch is the size of my own living room and I'm shocked at the size of the TV. Everything here is excessive, the kitchen where you can easily hold ten, the long glass dining table, the black grand piano. Thalion Wolfsbane can play the piano? That is strange! I don't know how he can manage with his big hands. Hands like his are made for fighting, not for delicately pressing keys.

“Ah, Kaileen, there you are! exclaims a cheerful voice.

I turn around to find Wes Wayland planted against the kitchen counter. He puts down his cell phone and gives me a smile before motioning me to come closer.

“Mr. Wayland... I'll start.

“Oh no, Kaileen. Call me Wes and call me tu, please. More of those nice ways between us.

In fact, they must have some kind of code that states that once a person has come to the CEO's house, we must call each other by our first names and use familiar terms. Of course, I didn't have this code...

- You are hungry ? I prepared Pancakes... Well OK, I just had to warm them up, but that's it, isn't it?

I notice under his laughing look that he's dressed much differently than the last time I saw him. He is not wearing a suit, but long khaki shorts and a loose black t-shirt. This guy has to spend hours at the gym, it's not possible otherwise! Maybe he even goes there with the CEO...

- Uh, that's nice, thank you, I said, taking a seat at the table.

He seems delighted and serves me a lot of pancakes, more than I could swallow. But so as not to offend him, I said nothing to him. I eat as much as possible to please him.

"Um, how come you—you're here at Mr. Wolfsbane's?"

- I live just opposite, to tell you the truth.

I'm surprised, it's unusual to live right next to your boss. In fact, it's even weird. Well, it can happen, what a strange coincidence! He also tells me that he didn't go to work either because my boss asked him to be available if I needed anything. I'm surprised he thought about my well-being. After all, I'm just a new employee. Then, why ask the Vice-President to do this when an employee could very well have done it. Before I ask her, Tanya, come into the house in a good mood. But when she sees us, her smile disappears.

"What is she doing there?" HRD asks Wes.

Wes explains to her that Thalion brought me here and that's none of her business. She sniffles and I discreetly smell if my armpits are smelly. Luckily not. But she seems totally beside herself.

"Thalion called me, he needs... my presence..."

She shoots a knowing look at Wes and clearly hints that she's sleeping with Thalion. Without understanding why, I feel betrayed. It's totally stupid, because there's nothing between the CEO and me that would justify this kind of emotion on my part, but I can't help it. Tanya disappears upstairs and Wes rants in his corner.

"She may be my twin sister, but sometimes I really don't understand her...

I forget my weird feelings for a moment to focus on what Wes is telling me. Twin sister ? This is something amazing. We can easily say that they are brothers and sisters, but twins? They don't resemble each other that much, both physically and in character, and thank goodness for Wes.

- She lives with you ? I ask innocently.

- Oh no ! Her house is near mine, but I couldn't bear to live with her, no!

A coincidence, I don't mind, but two is a lot. Is this company a cult or what? I too will soon have my little house near the CEO's if I do my job well? I don't even know if I would refuse, given the state of our current house. I say no more about Tanya Wayland and Wes offers to drive me home. I accept immediately, determined to put as much distance as possible between Thalion and me. The less I would hear their antics, the better off I would be.

Wes drives a red sports car that looks good in my creepy neighborhood. He seems surprised to see where I live. Okay, my house isn't the sexiest thing, but still, it's a roof. Some in this country do not have one, we consider ourselves fortunate.

- It's your house ? he exclaims, pointing to my home.

I confirm to him and he seems completely annoyed.

"But you live here alone?"

“No, I live with my father.

He gets out of the car and runs his hands through his hair.

'But you can't live there... It's far too dangerous. No, no, no... It's not okay at all, something could happen to you. We can't afford it...

He stands in front of me and puts his hands on my shoulders. His blue eyes stare intently into mine.

“Kaileen, starting today, I'm going to pick you up and bring you home from work every day, do you understand?

- What ? But no, it is not necessary! I take the bus, the stop is really not far from here. I've lived here for years and never had any problems, really.

He lets go of me and shakes his head, I know that I wouldn't have the last word on that. Yet, deep down inside, I know I have to stand up to him. Since working for Wolfsbane Enterprise, I've been in a downward spiral between my completely ridiculous attraction to Thalion Wolfsbane, a Wes Wayland who wants to become my traveling taxi and a Tanya who seems to have me in her sights for some reason. unknown. Finally yes, she is in love with Thalion and defends her territory. Finally, I had my first big drunk to the point where I can't even remember what I could have done the day before.

"Why do you want to do me a favor so badly?"

Wes takes a few seconds to answer me, as if he was trying to find his words.

- Already, because I like you. You are so sweet as a girl. I find that Thalion acts with you like an... animal.

He chuckles, like he's made a joke, but I don't understand. I decide not to take it into account and imagine that he must be tired.

- Then my sister also does not treat you very well. You just arrived and it's already complicated enough for you. Let me be the ointment for your end of the day.