Chapter 04. Foreign Man

Now, that man is carrying Anna walked into the parking lot, towards the red Ferrari. Opened the car door and sat Anna on the chair roughly.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?" Anna shouted as she tried to open the car door which turned out to be locked.

"Hey, hey what are you doing? Wait a minute," said Anna in a slightly high tone when the man who was carrying her had entered the car.

"Didn't you ask for help, Miss? Now I'm helping you," said the man with a smirk plastered on his lips.

This is not what Anna meant. She just wanted to avoid Brian and get out of the bar without the bastard seeing her.

"Alright, alright. Thank you. Now I want to go out," said Anna with one hand moving to open the door while the other hand was still holding the bottle of wine.

"I think you need to explain about your attitude, Miss," said the man again facing Anna with his elbow resting on the window car, supporting his chin, one eyebrow raised.

Suddenly Anna fell silent, the memory of when she suddenly kissed him made her not know what to do. Why is she being so aggressive? Whereas when she was with Brian, she was never like this.

It seems that the hurt feelings that Brian gave her made Anna act unusual.

"Th-that, um..." Anna stuttered in a voice that suddenly decreased.

"Oh that, it's because I'm drunk, I'm like that when I'm drunk. Sorry," she added in a slightly raised voice, even though this was her first time drinking alcohol. But, that's all she can think of right now.

"What do you mean, you always kiss guys you don't recognize when you're drunk?" replied the man with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Hearing the man's word, Anna immediately cursed herself for giving such an answer.

"Yes, why?" asked Anna turning her face forward with her cheeks already flushed red from embarrassing herself, then leaned back in the car seat and took another sip of the drink in her hand. How could she who was still innocent and untouchable get a question like that?

The man smiled faintly at the answer of the woman sitting next to him, and then started the car, leaving the place.

"Ah never mind, it's up to you," said Anna again sipping her drink. Whereas the man did not answer at all and she was back talking.

Whether she realized that the car she was traveling in was speeding or not, her mind went back to remembering the couple she had seen earlier.

Has Brian been like that behind her back all this time?

So what are all his promises for?

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Leaning against the car, only the sound of rough breathing could be heard. Sometimes Anna sobs softly. She kept gulping down the drink in her hand.

And all of that did not go unnoticed by the man beside her.

"Stop drinking, or you'll get my car dirty."

Huwheeekkk... Huwheeek

The man had just warned her, and Anna had vomited all her guts out.

"Hashhhhh." The man then pulled over, opened the door, and immediately approached the woman who was still vomiting.

Anna was drunk again, dizzy and sick to her stomach more intensely than the feeling she had a moment ago.

She felt someone rubbing the nape of her neck and then handed her a bottle of mineral water.

Immediately Anna drank it. Her eyes were tightly closed, everything she saw was spinning again making her unable to support her body properly.

While on the other hand, the man who was near Anna let out a breath at the sight of his car polluted.

He then reached into his shirt pocket, took out his cellphone and a moment later was seen talking to someone. After ending the call on his cellphone.

Looking at the clock that was in his hand, the time was already 04.00 in the morning.

About ten minutes later, a yellow Ferrari stopped and a middle-aged man immediately approached him.

"I am sorry to a late, boss," said the middle-aged man, handing him the car keys.

"Take care of that," he said pointing at the red car he was riding with.

He then carried a woman who seemed to have fallen asleep and headed for a yellow Ferrari car, occasionally seen clear grains escape from the eyes of the woman in his arms, which were still tightly closed.

Although it was none of his affairs, somehow he became a little curious. How big was her problem that even when she fell asleep she was still crying? Was it because of the man she saw at the bar? Tsk so cheaply.

Placing her in the car seat slowly, he then observed for a moment the woman from head to toe, her appearance was very messy, the long hair that smelled of sweat mixed with rain was very disturbing to his sense of smell, tangled and rough. The sneakers she was wearing were very old, and some of the threads from Anna's shirt seemed to have come off, as well as the buttons on the top that had somehow been opened. For the first time, he met a woman who did not care about her appearance.

Only one plus value that is in that woman, clean white skin visible on the upper chest which is slightly exposed.

He then moved his hand to slightly adjust the button of Anna's shirt that was open, but the woman subconsciously pulled his hand and hugged it, bringing his hand to rubbing her cheeks which still had the remnants of vomit.

"Enough Miss or I'll curse you..."

"Just one minute, leave it like this," Anna muttered with her eyes still closed. She seemed to think that the arm she was holding belonged to her lover Brian.

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The morning sunlight that managed to escape from the open bedroom window made Anna who was still sleeping blink her eyes. A typical wake-up groan escaped her tiny lips.

Finding herself in an unfamiliar room made her flinch and sit up immediately.

Anna surveyed the entire room, the room which was dominated by gray and black looks very masculine spoiling her eyes, several abstract paintings hung on the walls, with the sofa at the end of the room facing the balcony. The room was very spacious.

Anna hadn't digested it all very well when the memory about she kissed a foreign man swirled in her head.

What am I doing?

Anna doesn't remember everything clearly. All she remembers is when she sees Brian making love with another woman, after that she enters the bar, avoids Brian, and ends up with a stranger.

Anna gasped.

"This room..." she said then immediately got off the bed.

The sound of the alarm on the clock above the nightstand surprised her again.

The number eight was listed, and it succeeded in making Anna go into a panic. This morning she had to work. But how? She doesn't even know where she is now.

Ah, never mind wherever she is and what has happened to her, she will take care of later, now she has to get out of this house first. If she doesn't go, she will lose her job.

Thankfully the door was unlocked, moved carefully, Anna stepped out. It turned out she was on the second floor.

Approaching the stairs, her steps stopped when she saw a man busy cooking in the kitchen on the first floor. Anna's guess was right, she was at a man's house with her last night.

Stepping slowly with a slightly bent body, Anna began to descend the stairs. Now she is more like a thief on the loose. As much as possible she did not want to make a sound and left the house without anyone knowing. She'd had enough of humiliating herself.

The smell of the delicious food suddenly made her feel very hungry, but it didn't stop her in the slightest. Passing through the living room. Anna moved quickly towards the door which was not far from her.

"Is this how you thank me, Miss?"

Oh no, a male baritone voice reached her ears. But Anna continued to walk with her body slightly bent as if she didn't hear any sound.

"What do you think, if the people out there when they see you hanging around clothes like that?"

This time her steps stopped, Anna's gaze moved, and seeing a slightly oversized white shirt attached to her body. Presumably, because she was in a hurry, she didn't pay attention to the clothes she was wearing.

Again Anna cursed herself, why she became so stupid in front of this foreign man.