Taming the billionaire's son

Chloe's POV


I sighed in relief. I had just finished cleaning up the house and doing some other things, and I was ready to head back home.
Just then someone walked in. It was Alexander. His personal assistant was helping him in. He looked really drunk. I wondered what happened for him to get so wasted. He didn't look like the type to allow himself to become so vulnerable.
He rushed in and hugged me. I just stood there stunned.
His hard chest was pressing my boobs; he sniffed my hair and fiddled with it; his hands on my waist sent electric waves down my spine.
What the heck was he doing to me?
I kept on breathing fast. I could smell his cologne; it was really strong.
I tried pulling away from his hold, but he held me even tighter. I felt my knees weaken.
"Please don't let go, he whispered softly.
At that moment, he wasn't the cold son of a billionaire I met at the hospital; he was so calm and looked so peaceful, but that didn't change the fact that he was a rude brat.
"Hey big jerk, get off me," I said, trying to push him away, but he wasn't moving. "He has fallen asleep, his personal assistant said with wide eyes.
I stood there wondering why he looked so surprised.
"Yeah, I know; please get him off me."
"No, you don't understand, ma'am. Young master never falls asleep at night."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"He has insomnia, so he only sleeps a little in the daytime and never at night; it started after he lost his mother."
"I guess maybe it's the effect of the alcohol, I said.
I assisted Harry in carrying him upstairs to his room; his room was really big and painted black; it was somehow empty; it looked emotionless, just like the young master himself.
Once I was done, I bid Harry goodbye and left. When I got home, I explained everything to Bryan. He was excited that he was going to be living in the Davis mansion with me, but he was also worried about me because I insisted on keeping my other jobs. I talked with the hospital, and they agreed that I would be on night shift. I sat quietly on my bed and smiled to myself. Things were beginning to look up for me. Bryan and I arranged our things; we would be moving the next day.
The thought of living with the cold jerk in the same house sent shivers down my spine. I remembered what happened that night, and a smile crept to my cheeks. He looked really cute earlier, I mumbled, and then drifted off to sleep.
I pulled my big bag into the living room, and Bryan followed me behind, staring in amazement at the large living room.
Finally, I would get to give him the life that he deserved.
Just then Alexander walked in.
"Good morning, sir." Bryan greeted. I wanted to scold him for greeting, but I couldn't because the bratty young master was standing right in front of us.
Alex stared at him for a while and then responded with a nod. I greeted him, and he just glared at me coldly before walking away.
What the heck!
I didn't want to greet him, but I did so anyway just to leave a good example for Bryan, and I got a cold glare in return.
I turned and saw Bryan still looking around with a big smile on his face.
I showed him his room and then left to go check up on Mr. Davis.


***Alexander's POV


I stared at the sassy intern as she walked to my dad's room. I couldn't believe I hugged her that way yesterday.
The thought made my cheeks burn. I decided to act coldly to her so she wouldn't notice how nervous I was, and it worked, but I still couldn't seem to get what happened the previous day out of my head.
I could still smell her sweet scent and hear her wimper as I held her waist. I could still feel her boobs hitting my chest really hard. I couldn't still believe that I slept so well that night.
That was the first time in a long time that I slept at night. I didn't even have nightmares, but rather I kept seeing her in my dream. In that dream we made out in the living room, I felt so real.
I can't believe I'm having such crazy thoughts about that psycho.
"Get out of my head, I said really loudly.
"Are you okay, sir?"
The boy from earlier asked as he stood at the door, staring at me. "I'm okay, what's your name?" I asked him
"My name is Bryan Anderson, he said with a smile.
"What's your sister's name? I found myself asking before I even realised.
"Chloe"
What a cute name, I thought to myself.
I didn't even notice the huge smile on my face.
"Why are you smiling, sir? ,Do you like my sister?" he asked.
"What!? No, I don't like her. Why would you even ask that?"
"I'm sorry, sir, he said. I just glared at him and walked away, wondering why he would even assume that.
I walked into the kitchen, and she was there preparing something.
Why does she have to be everywhere I go?
I turned and was about to leave, but the aroma hit me, and I quickly turned. She was making a Korean dish, which was one of my favourites.
"What smells so good?" I groaned; the aroma alone made my belly full.
"It's for your dad,she replied coldly.
I didn't like the way she sounded; I preferred her yelling at me to sounding so cold to me. "Dish some for me. I need to taste that."
"If you want something to eat, send your maid or make it yourself; I don't work for you."
I hit the table angrily. Did she really expect me to cook myself? I just wanted to taste the food. Why was she denying me food in my own house?
"You work for my father, so technically you work for me too; whatever belongs to him belongs to me."
"I didn't see that in the contract I signed."
I was trying my best to control my anger at that moment.
"Dish the goddamn food for me!" I yelled
"Make me,she said angrily and tried to walk away, but I stopped her from moving. I tried dragging the plate from her, but she held it so tightly.
We kept dragging the plate until it fell, the food poured on the ground, and the plate broke.
"Look what you've done, you crazy bitch!"
She stared at me with a deadly look in her eyes and did the unexpected.
She slapped me really hard on the face.
I couldn't believe my eyes; the sassy intern just slapped me, something no one has ever done before.
"Are you crazy!?" She screamed, and I just stood there holding my cheeks like a scared little boy.