"I called you but you didn't answer" Mr Maxwell said to Brandon.

I guess they are friends and Brandon was supposed to meet him.

"Yeah, actually I was held by this beautiful girl right there" Brandon chuckled winking at me.

I smiled at him but it soon faded when I saw the look on Mr. Maxwell.

"Oh Charles, this is-"

"Olivia" Mr. Maxwell said before Brandon can even finish his sentence.

"You know her?" He asked raising his eyebrows at Mr. Maxwell and then looking at me.

"Not really" I replied to which I received a curt nod from Brandon but an expression less face from Mr. Maxwell.

"Anyway Olivia it was nice meeting you" Brandon said coming forward to hug me, but I took a step back.

I patted him on his shoulder, "same here"

He chuckled slightly moving some hair strands from his face.

"Let's go Charles" Brandon said trying to hold Mr. Maxwell arms.

"Yeah you go. I'll be there in a min" he said still looking at me.

I gulped nervously. I don't know why I react this way in front of him. But he affects me so much.

I decided to ignore him and Brandon, and ordered another glass of drink.

As I took another shot, Mr. Maxwell was now standing right next to me. I can feel his presence but I did not look at him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

Who is he to speak with me like that? So I decided not to speak. I just played with my glass.

"What are you doing here Olivia?" He asked properly this time, sitting down on the chair while unbuttoning his blazer button.

Is he always wearing this sophisticated suit?

He cleared his throat to catch my attention. And I realized that I still did not gave him any answer.

"Partying" I replied nonchalantly.

"With?" He asked again.

"Friends" still not looking at him

"Where are they?" God will he stop interrogating me?

I ignored his question and asked for another drink.

"You will not give her anymore drink" he ordered the bartender to which the bartender nodded agreeing.

"What? Don't act like you own this place?" I glared at him

"actually I do and they do as I say" he said straightening his back.

I looked at him surprised, He own this place. Of course he does, Maxwell's owns almost all the hotels, Mall's and clubs

Seeing my surprised expression, he speaks again, "so now tell me where your friends are?"

I looked at him, thinking different ways to kill him. Usually I'm a very quiet and patient with people. But this drink is really having an effect on me.

"They are at the dance floor"

He looked towards it making sure that I was saying truth.

I stood up thinking to go back at the dance floor. But as soon I was on my legs, it started to wobble.

My head is spinning and everything is blurry.

"You alright?" Mr. Maxwell asked grabbing my arms.

Yanking it away, "yeah I'm fine"

As I started to walk again, Mr. Maxwell pulled me back.

Before I can speak, Freya came looking for me.

"Hey are you okay? You look pale?" She said scanning my face.

"I'm alright okay, don't treat me like a child" I yelled

She was a bit taken back by my outburst but then she noticed Mr. Maxwell and understood.

"You were the one to bring her home few days ago" She said

"Yeah, I'm actually capable of being responsible, unlike someone who is not" he lectured her.

"Excuse me?"

"Your friend here is drinking nonstop, can't even stand while you are dancing out there"

"Listen here mister-" before she could finish I made a gagging noise which made them look at me.

I grab my mouth with my hand and run towards washroom.

After I did my business, I cleaned my mouth. But my head wouldn't stop spinning. I feel like I'm going to be sick again.

Then the washroom door burst open, revealing Freya and Mr. Maxwell

Freya came running towards me

"You are not feel well, let's get you home"

I tired walking but I couldn't, my head is spinning so bad that I could just pass out

I heard Mr. Maxwell mumbling something than came near me, bending down a little, placing his arms under my legs and then carrying me up swiftly making me squeal. I clutched his shoulder tightly with my hands afraid that I might fall.

"Put me down, I don't need your help" I tried sounding strong but my voice was barely audible.

When he didn't replied, I started to move trying to get free.

"Stop moving or you might hurt yourself" he said pushing his arms up making me come more close to his body.

His Cologne smell so good, that I decided not to argue and enjoy the hard muscle chest and the beautiful smell. Call me creepy but I don't care. I won't even remember half of it tomorrow.

"Let me inform Liam and Claudia that we are leaving" Freya said taking her phone out of her purse.

"No, don't. You stay here. Mr. Maxwell will take me home" I told her

"No, I'm coming"

"Frey you barely get free time from your work. And you wanted to come to this club. Don't ruin it because of me" I explained it to her

"But-"

"No buts, I have keys and I very tired. So I'm just going to sleep as soon as I reach home" my eyes getting heavy but I tried explaining her

"Are you sure you will be okay?" She asked

"Yes. I promise"

"Take her home safe, Mr. responsible" she taunted, turning towards Mr. Maxwell

He just nodded and then headed out of the washroom still carrying me in his arms.

"You know you could just Lemme walk" I complained

He ignored me and kept walking

He unlocked his car and settled me on the passenger seat. He put my seat belt on and walked to his side after closing the door.

When he started driving, I can't help but remember the last time I was in his car. It feel the same. Soft music playing in background and my eyes about to close.

"Does your head still hurts?" He asked glancing at me

"Yes" I mumble

"When you can't handle the drink, why drink it anyway?" He asked not gently making me groan.

"Could we talk about this later, when my head is not hurting" I said looking at him.

He look into my eyes for a few seconds then turned towards the road again

When we reached at my house, I opened the door myself slightly leaning on the door because my view is not clear.

Mr. Maxwell came to me again trying to carry me up but I stepped back causing me to lose my balance.

As I thought I was about to hit the ground, Mr. Maxwell's hand came up around my waist and then pulling me up. My face hit his hard chest making me winch. I looked up to glare at him but stopped when I saw how close our faces are.

His eyes is looking deep right into my eyes, I can feel his warm breathe on my face, the heat from his body.

But our moment was ruined when my leg twisted, stupid stupid heels. He looked away, removing his hands from my waist, Ugh

I heard him clearing his throat then roaming his hands into his hair.

Without looking into my eyes he again carried me into his arms taking me by surprise.

"You don't-"

"Please, don't talk" he interrupted me

I closed my mouth not saying anything. The only sound was the sound of his shoes.

As soon as we entered my apartment, he took me to my room and gently placed me on my bed.

I didn't know I was that tired because as soon as I hit my bed my eyes started drool up. I sigh pressing my head deeper into the pillow.

I felt a blanket being draped round me. Then my bed dip in from the other side.

I felt a hand on my cheeks, then the feeling of my hair being removed from my face. But I was too tired to open my eyes.

"Why you remind me so much of her?" That's the last thing I heard before dozing off completely.