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But before I could answer, someone else took over... and when I heard his voice, I knew immediately who was standing behind me and whose hand had just placed protectively on my shoulder. Silva...

"She's not interested and now fuck off" Mr. Silva addressed the intruder in a sharp tone. His hand continued to rest on my shoulder. I was shocked. Not only because Mr. Silva came to my aid, but above all because he was here. In the bar.

"Anything else?" The stranger spat at us. Mr. Silva now stepped in front of me and assumed a frightening attitude. He narrowed his eyes and his gaze alone could be fatal. "Find out," he replied. The stranger probably recognized that he was physically inferior and turned around. What an idiot. I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to my martini.

Mr. Silva turned to me and watched me. "I think that's enough," he said sternly and took my glass away from me. is he crazy now "I don't think that's for you to decide," I defied, pulling my glass back.

I guess he didn't like my answer from the look on his face. I looked back at my glass and ignored him.

"I'm disappointed Ms. Miles. I would have expected more from you. Instead of concentrating on work, you'd better get drunk at a testosterone-filled bar," he hissed, turning to walk away.

Didn't he really say that? "Asshole" I replied softly.

"What was that?" he asked. I guess it wasn't so quiet after all.

"I said you were a bad ass," I repeated. I think the alcohol spoke something to me too. But I didn't care at the moment. I've worked my ass off the last 14 days. Worked so much overtime to get me down like this now? no I have my limits too.

"Be careful how you talk to me, I'm still your supervisor and CEO," he hissed again, getting closer to me.

"You have nothing to say to me here Mr. Silva" while I said his last name extra slowly "for the last 14 days I hardly slept more than 4 hours at a time. I worked through the weekends and gave everything to find out in the end that it's simply impossible to finish the list. I had a few drinks here today out of frustration and now you come and mean to criticize me? Forget it" I continued angrily.

"You give up? I didn't expect anything else from you," he said coolly and laughed artificially.

My head jerked towards him and I seethed with anger. That arrogant, mean ass. Who does he think he is? I looked him straight into his depraved, cold eyes, my heart racing and my breathing rapid. My temper got the better of me and I lashed out. *gossip*.

My flat hand caught his right cheek. He kept looking me straight in the eye and didn't change his expression.

I got up, grabbed my bag and walked past him. I had to get out of here, and really fast. When leaving the bar, I noticed how the alcohol was now making itself felt. I wasn't drunk, but walking required me to concentrate more than usual.

I reached the exit and the cool air hit my face. It was drizzling lightly from the sky and once again I didn't have an umbrella. We're in Miami too who damn an umbrella here? Frustrated, I looked around for a taxi.

"Come with me," his dark voice commanded me from behind. What the hell is he doing here? I ignored Mr. Silva and kept walking, hoping to catch a taxi.

"Alea, I'll drive you, you're drunk and it's late at night," he said again, putting his hand on my lower back.

So now he's on first name terms with me again and says he has to give me orders that I don't laugh. I continued to ignore him and turned my back away from him.

"Alea I..." he started again but I cut him off.

"No. I'm not drunk at most a little drunk and I can find my way home on my own. Just go" I snapped at him.

He sighed loudly.

"It's about to start raining and in your state, as a woman alone at this time, you're the perfect rape victim. My car is parked just around the corner," he tried again, raising his eyebrows.

I shook my head in disgust when it suddenly started raining cats and dogs. Within seconds we were soaking wet. I screamed and we ran.

Mr. Silva took my hand and led me running to his car. He unlocked the black Audi RS and we got in at lightning speed before thunder and storms began.

Everything was wet. My hair dripped down my wet skirt, my hands, arms, just everything was soaked from the rain. Mr. Silva felt the same.

I was cold and wrapped my arms around my chest and body. He immediately turned on the heater and turned up the heated seats. Then he drove off.

"Enter your address" he said after a short silence while driving and pointed to the navigation system, which was located in the middle console. Without saying a word, I typed in the street: Meridian Ave 2nd ST Miami Beach.

He stopped briefly in a drive in before we reached the bridge to Miami Beach. I frowned but didn't ask. I was still mad at him. He did drive me home, but that doesn't take away from how mean and condescending he was to me.

He paid at the counter and received two 2go cups. Inside was a warm liquid. He held out a cup "here take it" he said curtly.

I looked at him questioningly. "It will warm you up. Hot chocolate. Take it," he repeated a little more fully.

Hot chocolate what a dream. It was the right time. Still, it came from him... fuck it, I took the mug and immediately warmed my hands on the hot vessel. Goosebumps formed on my skin. I carefully took a few sips.

After another 15 minutes we reached my apartment. We didn't speak to each other while driving. I preferred to finish my hot chocolate and look out the window.

I placed the empty cup in the cup holder and used my other hand to open the passenger door. Just before I got out, I looked at Mr. Silva.

He also looked me in the eye and studied me. I noticed his eyes travel down to my chest. I followed his gaze and found my white, sodden blouse revealing my black lacy bra. Oh.

I looked up again and he followed me. He bit his lip and I could feel the heat rising in the car. He gripped the steering wheel tighter with his left hand and the tension was clearly visible. He likes what he sees.

It was me who broke eye contact and turned away from him. I mumbled a soft "thank you" before quickly getting out of the car and closing the car door.

It was still raining lightly, so I ran to the apartment entrance.

When I reached my apartment, I leaned exhausted against the front door. I lowered my body slowly and put my hands in front of my face. Did all this really happen tonight?