In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 57

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 57

‘Oh hey! We didn’t have sex, I love to joke every morning… Hahahaha.’
Or maybe I should just spill the-
“What do you want?”
I jumped when I heard his voice, it was
lifeless and hard, it left no room for conversation.

He raised his head finally, and indeed, he looked really sick- like real sick… Is this just the Hangover or something else? He should be okay by now right? Or is he usually like this after having too much to drink?
“Rebecca?”

I jumped again. “Sorry- um- I b-brought you c-coffee, I thought you might need some for y-your hang over.”

He had this unimpressed look in his eyes that made me want to sink so low into the ground.
Surprisingly, he stretched his hand gesturing me to give it to him.

I handed him the coffee, feeling his fingers brush on mine. That small contact made my own fingers tingle…

He drank the coffee, not even caring if it was really hot, he gulped it all down, his eyes were dead set on mine the entire time…
Didn’t the coffee burn his throat? Does he want to die?!

He dropped the mug on the table, his eyes still on mine. “Thanks.” He said, “Anything else?”

“Actually, um- there is… Something else.” I said, swallowing the lump that was beginning to form in my throat.

“Oh, okay- but first, there’s a box in that drawer, the one beside the shelf, can you get it for me?” He asked, pointing to the direction he described.

“Sure.” I said, getting the box quickly and handing it over to him..

“Thanks.” He said, again! Two freaking thank yous in a role! Way to make me feel more guilty.

I watched him pour water into a glass cup as he opened the box that seemed to be filled with different kind of drugs, he picked up one that looked like Aspirin, and another yellow one… He looked up at me again, making me gulp down. He took two tablets each and swallowed, still looking at me… He dropped the cup down again.

“Are you okay?” I found myself asking.
“No.” He simply said. “It’ll wear off soon, it happens after severe hangovers and too much- thinking. ” He added.
“Oh… I didn’t- I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t tell you.” He said, still looking at me, making me feel so very uncomfortable. “What did you want to say?”

This is it… Just say it…
“Um- I’m sorry, about- about this morning… I uh- I didn’t know that you lost a friend, through r-r-rape… If I had known, I- I wouldn’t have lied to you.”

He scrunched his brows… “Lied to me? About what?”

“You see, last night we uh- we-”
“You don’t have to remind me Rebecca- I already feel like s--t, as you can see… I know what I did to you was wrong and I was thinking of letting-“