My Boss's Son

t and not get involved in any problems, but since it was someone I knew, being the son of my boss, i

on pulled my attention, and I lo

to Jared making his way

om the chair and grabbed my purse, w

Zoe ask, but I ignored her and con

cott's son, besides wanting to offer help. And also, I was a little

ightly loud tone, eno

r could fit between us. Keeping his back to me, I walked a littl

w what happened." I looked at the ground w

ared let

said briefly and turned aro

first time, I was truly staring at him. And he was beautiful. Even

eep it to yo

really okay? W

from me. He leaned his head down, because of our vas

t your p

showing how fr

had nothing to do with me, but damn, I ha

s just worried!"

to worry," he said

and looked impatient with me,

ful that there are peop

are you just taking adva

said incr

o know about. You know, there are already enough peo

walking to his car, getting in

kind to someone. Pure ingratitude. It seems t

itude. Was he rude to me because he really wanted to or was it just a way to protect his

atever." I crossed my arms, a little annoyed. "Anyway, what do I have

to have been resolved. Jared was no longer there, and neither was the

" Zoe asked as she

." I shrugged. Although he's not e

o the events that might have

. "You know..." she leaned closer to me. "During the confusion... you said 'Mr. Sco

hadn't realized that I had spok

was

eep it a secret. I don't know if telling the girls would mean any

I really had no idea. "Huh... Why don't we drink?" I suggested, tr

y of beer glasses. I grabbed two and ha

ickly, trying to proc

*

promise I'll never dri

took. It was already late, and I was alone on the street. Not to mention the strong

after feeling my legs almost weaken. "Sorry for being this horrible daughter. I..." I felt like throwing up

me, the further away it seemed to be. I was about to throw mys

that confusion. The girl seemed immune to the effects of alcoh

u put me in..." I rolled my eyes. "All of this to protect you.

when I saw Mr. Sco

nk G

y, I had a spare key. It was difficult to find the keyhole, but after minutes of struggle, I manage to open the door. I entered and lo

lly come hom

little frightened. The kitchen was dimly lit, only rec

, because anyway, the next day I

e, putting his hands inside his robe. He was

inking?" he asks

our earlier encounter a

..? What

re about your

ou...? Do

ve bad

indignant, but soon his words became hil

say that as if yo

ohol

o him. "You're a jerk... Scott. How dare you t

he

to say you d

n't k

ips as he shook his head,

king and... You, l

unk. How many gla

. Maybe... Glasses... Of beer?

ha

ouch. I tilt my head up and give him a nasty look. "As you told me, remember

up waking

care...

harp pain

li

ssion. I rolled my eyes, feeling my eyelids