TAMARA'S POV
After escaping the crutches of the shameless man, thankfully I'm finally going home. I was sitting on one side of the car and Mr Holland on the other side leaving enough space between us. I was looking outside the window when I heard James calling "Boss! Boss! Boss!'" but there was no response so I turned to see what was happening. Mr Holland was resting back on the chair but his head was falling from one side to the other making me wonder. I looked at James from the rear view mirror and he was also looking at me.
Is he asleep? I asked James.
I think he's drunk, he replied to me.
I remembered that he drank a lot of wine earlier so it's understandable if he's drunk. But his head looks very uncomfortable so I tried adjusting it for him but then he fell on my shoulder. I looked at James bewildered
Miss Hayes, I don't think I would be able to take care of him alone, can you please help me? Let's send him home first then I can drop you off, he asked. Helplessly, I accepted and we drove to Mr Holland's house. It was of course one of the best in town, highly luxurious, suitable for a man of his caliber. As we parked in the compound his butler came out as I was helping Mr Holland out of the car, I thought he would take Mr Holland from me but instead he carried Mr Holland's suitcase and told us to come in. I guided the wobbling Mr Holland into the house holding his waist and hanging one of his arms on my shoulders. The butler went on to direct me to his bedroom and eventually we got there. Panting, I dropped him on the bed but he didn't let go which made me fall with him onto the bed. I'm already this much exhausted so I lay still with my eyes closed trying to catch my breath. Suddenly I noticed someone hovering over me, I opened my eyes immediately only to behold a pair of sea blue eyes staring into me. Startled, I quickly sat up trying to free myself from him forgetting that he's drunk but he held me down and began to trace my face with his thumb. He traced it down to my neck, shoulder and chest. He brought his face closer to mine and I was lost looking into his eyes and then I heard him whisper into my ear "don't go". I shivered at the effect and wriggled myself for freedom but he was not budging. I looked up at him and found him staring at me like a lost hungry puppy. Then suddenly I remembered, he is drunk! No wonder. I laughed at his expression as I patted his hair and face. This guy is really handsome and worthy of my crush. He ran his fingers on my waist making me imagine things. Suddenly an idea came to my mind, since he's drunk he would probably forget everything the next morning right? So even if I give in to his attempts I can still leave before he wakes up. I have nothing to lose anyway since I have already lost my first time. A night with my crush wouldn't be that bad so I hugged his neck looking at him not knowing what I was expecting but I was ready to explore this with him. He showed a surprised expression that didn't even last for a second before he claimed my lips with his. Biting, sucking, chewing, this guy is really drunk because I don't know what he's doing and how to respond. I noticed him dragging on my cloth, probably going to tear it and I immediately held him back, warning, "don't tear my cloth". He looked at me and replied "ok". His voice, his eyes, everything is so mesmerizing, completely captivating my entire being.
VINCENT'S POV
As Tamara brought me into the room, I knew she would leave but I have come this far and there's no way I'm letting go. I dragged her to bed with me but I wasn't planning to force myself on her so I decided to work my magic. I thought it was working well but she suddenly began to wriggle for freedom again. I looked at her hoping she wouldn't leave. Suddenly, she began to pat my hair and then my face, confusing me. Why is she patting me like that? But then she hugged my neck with a suggestive look that made me want to shout hallelujah. Without thinking twice, I clashed my lips on hers. This is what I have been anticipating since the moment I rested on her shoulders breathing in her intoxicating scents. The memories of our night at the hotel flooded back like a wave leaving me craving for more. Suddenly she held me back and warned me not to tear her clothes. I was surprised at the fact that she had placed so much importance on the clothes but I still answered OK before diving back into the work at hand.
JAMES POV
As I watched Miss Hayes guide my boss into the house I shook my head dejectedly. If I hadn't witnessed it myself I would have never believed it that the great Vincent Holland, heir of the mighty Hollands would become an actor just to spend a night with a woman.
My phone vibrated and I took it out to check the caller who happened to be Mose, Mr Holland's personal body guard. I clicked the answer button and the call connected.
Hello Mose, I greeted him.
Why is Mr Holland not picking his calls?, he asked me.
Why would you be calling him, don't you know that he's busy, I asked back.
That shouldn't stop him from taking his calls, he takes calls when he's with other women, he replied.
Well, you called it other women, as for this one, if you know what it took to achieve it, you wouldn't even think of calling him right now. Whatever it is, let it wait till tomorrow morning, but if you like you can continue calling him if you want your hands chopped off, I answered and he dropped the call.
TAMARA'S POV
Very early in the morning I stirred and opened my eyes to an unfamiliar environment. The events of the night immediately flooded back to my head. I sat up and looked towards the man lying beside me sleeping peacefully. The thought that he might wake up soon and begin to question me made me feel scared and I immediately began to pick my things. I put on my clothes and held my shoes in my hand because I don't want it to make noise while I would be sneaking out. I tiptoed to the door and was trying to turn the handle when suddenly, I heard his voice.
Where are you going?