Chapter 3 Inebriated

<Shielyn>

I woke up in his room and leaned on the bed's headboard. I touch my head.

Headache.

I look at the clock beside me, and it's almost lunch. The sun rose very brightly.

I felt someone staring at me, and I heard a deep sigh. I saw Ken sitting on the sofa while looking earnestly at me. I also saw beer and cigarettes on the table.

Is he drinking early in the morning? So, Kier is a smoker.

His look at me it's like he's examining me.

"I'm s-sorry, I slept here. M-maybe I mistook that t-this is m room." I said, uncomfortable.

I am not comfortable with the way he looks at me. Did I do something stupid? Why he's looking at me in that way?

He's too serious.

"Who told you to drink?" He asked slowly, and his cold voice pierced my spine. It's already hard in his room, but his voice relaxed it.

"P-pardon?"

I don't know what he meant.

Why does he sound mad? He's angry for what reason?

I'm nervous about his serious stare and am unsure if he is mad. I can't read his expression.

He unbuttoned the third button of his polo.

I swallowed hard. What is Kier doing? Is he going to do something to me? I am not yet ready.

"Eyes up here." His cold voice.

"Do you remember what you did yesterday night?"

I tried to think about my headache and what I did yesterday night. What did I do yesterday night? Is that the reason why he looks mad?

I shook my head as an answer. I really can't recall anything.

He closes his eyes.

"I should punish you for what you did." He said deadly.

I tried to recall again, but I don't remember anything.

"Damn! Shielyn! Who told you to drink, huh?!" He's holding back his anger.

I hold tight to the bedsheet. Kier is scaring me right now.

"Why are you shouting?" I asked calmly.

"You don't need to shout," I advised.

"Really?!" He unbelievable asked. His voice became low too.

"Damn! I'm not shouting!" His jaw moves.

"Damn it! Who invited you to drink, huh?!" He asked madly, and the veins in his neck popped out.

Why he's shouting? I am not deaf, and I hear him.

I noticed he was not yet angry; he was not releasing his rage on me. He's mad but not that mad; he's stopping himself from getting mad at me.

"It's none of your business." I frankly said.

I drink; what's wrong with that? He's mad because of that. As far as I remember, drinking is not a sin because salt is a sin.

"Yeah, you almost strip to the man you're dancing with at the bar. How do you think I should react, huh?! Do you expect me to be happy? Damn! You're doing a dirty dance. Where did you learn that shit?!" He asked frustratedly.

I couldn't believe what he had said. Did I do that thing? I don't remember a single thing.

"It's none of my business, huh." He sarcastically said.

"But what you've had acted yesterday night, it should be my business." He clenched his jaw.

"S-sorry," I said sincerely and bowed my head.

I heard him curse and massage his temple.

"What should I do for you?" He's stressed out. His voice became calm and soft.

He's mood is fast to change; he is moody.

"How are you feeling?" He asked calmly and came near me. He's calm now; earlier, he was so mad.

He's so relaxed and got something from beside the table.

"Drink this." I look at the medicine he gives.

I get that from him.

"I know you have a hangover." His voice is full of concern and worry.

I notice a small cut on the side of his lips. I bit my lower lip and played with my fingers; I wanted to ask what happened on the side of his lips. Did he fight with someone?

"You slapped and punched me and threw things over me." He said when he noticed that I was staring at the small wound on the side of his lips.

I am shocked by his revelation; I can't believe I did those things. I look down. I don't remember anything.

"It's fine." He said a little bit and shrugged as if it was not a big deal for him.

I bit my lower lip hard and smashed the tablet.

He lifted my head using one finger.

He looks at my lips and next into my eyes. I cover my lips.

"I won't kiss you." I felt embarrassed about what he had said. Then, why he's holding my face and looking at my lips? What's the meaning of that?

He releases my face.

"I have work. I need to go. Stay here and don't go to work." He said, kissing me to my lips; I didn't expect what he did. It's just a peck kiss.

And kiss me on the lips again. Kier said he wouldn't kiss me. Then what is this?

"Take care, wife." He said softly, and the next thing he did was kiss my forehead gently.

When he goes out, I go to sleep again. I am so sleepy, and I am not feeling better. I woke up to a phone ring.

Layla is calling.

I answered it.

"Oh! Em! Yeeeah!" Layla scream.

"Selena!" She freaked and called me.

I'm still sleepy.

"Why are you screaming?" I heard Ann's voice.

I looked at the screen of my phone, and I saw Ann. We're on a group call.

"I am not talking to you, girl! Please, shut up, zip your mouth for the meantime, okay?" Layla rudely said to Ann, and she smiled sarcastically.

"I am going to talk to this girl," Layla pointed at me using his lips. What did I do?

"What did I do?" I asked softly. I sleep.

"Grrr!" Layla reacted, annoyed.

"I already contacted you for hundred times, and you just answered my call by now!' Layla growled.

"Did you know that brother Kier scolded me?! Huh?!" She yelled at me, and her eyes became more extensive.

"He blamed me for what had happened in that damn bar! He blamed me because you got drunk! Is that my fault, huh?!" Her eyes became bigger and bigger.

Layla calmed herself.

“This happened earlier; I just got time." She rolled her eyes.

"You know what?! Brother Kierra is so grr!" Layla is annoyed

"Brother Kierra is making me mad! Is that my fault, huh?!

Ann and I silently listen to Layla; we don't know what Layla is trying to say.

"Layla! Are you going to tell us what happened, or you're just going to say how mad you are all day?!" Ann didn't stop herself from yelling and scolding Layla. She's annoyed too.

Layla didn't mind Ann and said.

"Where's Vane?! I can't contact her! I am going to pull the hair!"

Layla is annoyed.

"So, here's my story." She moves her phone.

"Earlier in the morning, I woke up when brother Kierra came to the house madly! Madly!" Layla emphasizes the world madly.

"Of course; I don't know what's going on; I don't have any idea." She moved her phone again.

"And then, he scolded me!" Her eyes became more prominent again.

"And he blamed her for what had happened to Shielyn. He's so immature! He blamed me that I forced Shielyn to drink!" Layla's phone shakes because she's coming downstairs. I felt dizzy from what her doing.

"Brother Kierra scolded me in front of my mother! And my mom doesn't care! She let me get scolder by brother Kierra. Of course, I remained silent and didn't fight for myself because I was scared of my brother." Layla rolled her eyes again.

"And mommy scolded me too! My brother is hot-tempered!"

I noticed that too.

"And he's always shouting." I chuckled.

"Correct!" Layla agreed. I look at Ann, and she's silently listening to us. She looks bored.

"He's high blood when I woke up awhile ago, and he even gave me a medicine for a hangover," I told them.

I saw Ann left the call.

I decreased the volume of my phone when Layla suddenly screamed again.

"Oh! My! God!" Layla screamed when she realized something.

"I forgot that I have a lot of things needed to do, and I have a meeting with my manager!" Layla reacted overly.

Layla is a model, and sometimes she joins a pageant.

Before Layla ended the call, she gave me a flying kiss.

"Mwai! Bye, sister! I love you!" Those are the last words she said before she disappeared.

Kier is still mad.

"Next." He said seriously and full of danger.

He gave the folder to his secretary when Kier finished signing it.

They're having meetings with the managers and department representatives. He needs an update about his company and department updates.

"S-sir..." The presenter shuttered.

Kier looked at him sharply, and the presenter sat down and fixed his things. The presenter knew that kind of look. He has his family he needs to feed; he doesn't want to lose this job.

They notice that Kier is not in a good mood.

The next presenter nervously prepared his things.

"Is that the proper way to Present Mr. Tabocio?" He strictly asked.

Tabacio bent her head as he felt embarrassed.

"Prefer your things before you present and get out!" He hissed.

Tabocio tearfully arranged his belongings and left.

"Next proposal." He demanded with strictness.

His secretary gave him the last folder to have insight into the next reporter's topic while the reporter fixed his presentation.

He read written on the damn paper, and Kier tore it apart, and everyone there gasped.

"Are you all grade schoolers?!" He shouted and massaged his temple.

Everyone there bowed and feared him.

"I fucking said, follow the format that I provided!" He shouted again.