Drunk and Miserable.

A devastated looking lady could be seen draining down bottles of Alcohol in a bar, she sat alone in a specially reserved table that was always kept for her, away from people as one of the top potential customers. She looked at the label on the bottle of Alcohol she was holding, before gulping down almost all the contents in a goal.

"Please ma'am, it is enough," a man dressed in a black suit, standing nearby chipped in, but the lady didn't bother about what he said and set to open another bottle.

"I said it is enough, this is the ninth bottle now. Why are you making your life miserable?" The man in black suit that obviously looked like a body guard said with more seriousness.

"I don't care, you can clearly see it," the young lady replied and settled on the bottle to start gulping down the contents again.

"How would it look when you get home today, reeking of alcohol and badly drunk... How will your mom feel?" the man in black suit said again.

"Thomas, I'm doing what gives me joy and also gives me the reason to continue with life, allow me or I would send you back home, so you would go back to your boring miserable post," the lady said in a slightly drunken voice, before belching out loud.

"Please Ma'am, it is high time you stop doing this already... it's been weeks now and you are getting more addicted to it," the man in black suit who is identified as Thomas said.

"It gives me peace and makes me forget all of my troubles. it is the best friend I have ever had, please allow my friendship with it to last longer," The lady said in a drunken voice.

"Catherine!" Thomas called not being able to take it anymore.

"Did you just call me by name?" The lady whose name is Catherine asked.

"I'm sorry ma'am!" Thomas quickly apologized.

"Hahaha!" the lady laughed in a drunken way, moving her head around.

"I got you, call me Kloe or whatever I don't care," Catherine added and pointed at Thomas.

"Please ma'am, as your personal bodyguard, your parents are going to fire me over this... They have been warning me about this which I have been avoiding but you are now trying to make everything complicated for me. What am I going to tell them? How would I explain how you managed to get drunk again," Thomas said.

"I'm doing this because I don't want to marry Mr Jonathan's Son, I don't love him," Catherine confessed while she opened another bottle.

"It is enough, you are drunk that is why you are saying rubbish, I can't remember if you are getting married to any Mr Jonathan's son," Thomas said and knocked the alcohol's bottle off her hand, it fell to the ground and scattered into pieces, the contents spilled all over the floor.

"I'm sorry," Thomas apologized loudly when the sound attracted people and made them look at their direction even from a further distance.

"Why are you apologizing you idiot, they deserve it, they deserve everything that I'm doing... they hurt me, they are the ones making me miserable" Catherine blurted, staggering when she stood up.

"Let's go home," Thomas said again.

"No, I don't want to leave this place, I don't want to go home," Cathrine sobed and sat on the ground with her shoes on her hands.

"I guess I will carry you home then," Thomas said and carried Catherine up, in a princess style.

"A Knight in shining armor has come to the rescue of a princess in distress like me," Catherine gushed with happiness, staring and smiling at Thomas who in return didn't pay attention to her. He carried her to the car and dropped her in the back seat.

"Don't leave me alone, I want to cuddle you... I'm feeling so cold," Catherine said as Thomas dropped her down. He didn't pay attention to her and shut the door. He went to the driver's seat and started the car, before closing the door. He hit the highway, playing soft music.

"I'm hungry... my stomach hurts," Catherine cried out.

"We are getting close to home okay? Exercise a little more patience," Thomas said.

"I can't, I want to eat right now," Catherine thundered and grabbed the driver's seat.

" What are you doing Kloe?" Thomas asked with panic.

"You don't want to give me food, so we ain't going any further until you give me food," Catherine said in a drunken voice and held on more tightly on the driver's seat, grabbing Thomas hands alongside.

"Catherine let go, we are going to die," Thomas pleaded, but Catherine didn't listen.

"Give me food, give me wine," Catherine said again, adding more force.

"Catherine, let go... please," Thomas pleaded as Catherine's grip on his hand was hindering him from controlling the car.

"No, you are a bad person, I hate you," Catherine said and shunk her teeth on Thomas' neck.

"No Catherine," Thomas groaned with pain before further losing control of the car. It hit on another car and made lines of other cars on the road jam packed.

Thomas, who thought they were dead, opened his eyes and looked around before looking at the back seat. He saw Catherine sleeping peacefully as if nothing happened.

"Gosh!" he groaned and hit on the starring. " She nearly got us killed again," he blurted.

"Please, the driver of the car that nearly caused an accident should wait... don't move an inch, this is the road safety," a loud speaker announced from a distance as a police siren was held, coming alongside.

" F**k! Thomas said and quickly started the car engine and it roared to life, he sighed in relief before turning to another direction then speeding off.

"Don't move!" He could hear the loud speaker announce, but he didn't care. The last time that Catherine made them get into trouble with the road safety officers, it was hectic and they nearly got apprehended by the police when the road safety officers on duty that day decided to involve and hand them over to the police.

Thomas got home after a thirty minutes drive, the gate automatically opened when it recognized the car as usual and Thomas drove in before it closed. He parked the car in the garage and carried Catherine out before heading inside. He met Mrs Bryers, Catherine's Mom in the sitting room, drinking wine and watching the evening news.

"Did she get drunk again?" Mrs Bryers asked.

"Yes ma'am!" Thomas said as he stopped moving, still carrying Catherine who was fast asleep.

"Quick, carry her to her room upstairs before her father comes down. He is back from the states," Mrs Bryers said quietly in a rush.

"Yes Ma'am!" Thomas replied and hurriedly left for Catherine's room, still carrying her.

He dropped her on her Queen-sized bed when he got inside her room, but surprisingly Catherine grabbed and drew him down to lie on her.

"I love you," She muttered in her sleep before capturing his lips with hers.

Thomas looked at her with wide eyes after hearing the confession, he tried to break free knowing fully well that her behavior was due to the Alcohol's influence. Catherine grabbed on his waist and deepened the kiss which he couldn't resist anymore and reciprocated.

After some minutes, he suddenly broke off the kiss, realising himself. He was just a mere bodyguard to the daughter of a ruthless multi-billionaire. If he gets caught in this, then everything about him would be over, besides he isn't supposed to take advantage of her vulnerable state right now, even if he had had a crush on this beautiful goddess lying on the bed harmless and weak, for years now.

"Thomas," he heard Mrs Bryers call from downstairs.

He quickly rushed out after covering Catherine up with a blanket.

"Yes ma'am!" Thomas replied when he got to the sitting room.

"What kept you there for so long?" Mrs Bryers asked suspiciously, staring at him directly in the eyes, he averted his eyes and looked down, knowing fully well that looking back at Mrs Bryers in the eyes was a huge offense for a servant like him.

"When we got inside, she unconsciously pushed down some things from the lamp stand near her bed, so I have been fixing and arranging them back to how it is supposed to be."

"You are just stressing yourself, Thomas! you would have informed the maids to take care of it. Why were they hired and being paid," Mrs Bryers said.

"I'm sorry ma'am! I will do so next time," Thomas replied.

"Thomas, where is my daughter?" A handsome middle aged man asked as he climbed down the stairs.

"She is already asleep honey," Mrs Bryers said with a smile as she stood up and walked towards the end of the staircase to wait for the middle aged man to come down.

"You are still awake?" The middle aged man asked.

"Yes dear, I couldn't sleep alone in the room and didn't want to disturb you further in the study room, so I came down to the sitting room to keep myself busy," Mrs Bryers said.

"Why did you guys come back late, was the shopping delayed?" The middle aged man asked.

"Yes, Mr Bryers," Thomas replied.

"Why are you referring to him by name?" Mrs Bryers flared up, anger reflecting in her eyes as she felt her husband was being disrespected.

"I'm sorry, ma,am!" Thomas apologized.

"Leave him alone, darling! I asked them to refer to me by name," Mr Bryers said to clear the air.

"No, I don't like that... I feel you being disrespected and belittled when you are far above that. From now on, everyone must go with the title Sir, only the people equal or higher than my husband will go with his main name.

Am I understood?" Mrs Bryers thundered.

"Yes ma'am, I will relate it to other servants.

"Mr Bryers, the tea you requested is here," a maid announced as she hurried towards their direction.

Mrs Bryers became more enraged and dashed towards her.

"Please honey, don't," Mr Bryers said, but it was already too late, two slaps landed on the maid's cheek which shook her off balance and everything she was carrying on the fancy tray fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"I will never condone any form of disrespect in this house. Whosoever dares to call my husband by name will instantly get fired or taught a bitter lesson. Now clean everywhere up, some of your monthly salary will be deducted to replace everything that got broken," Mrs Bryers announced.

The maid who was pushed to the floor, quickly sprang up on her feet and started picking up everything hurriedly.

"Why go that length, she never knew that calling me by my name as I asked them to, has been prohibited. Why pounce on her when she hasn't been informed beforehand?" Mr Bryers asked.

"Don't think about that anymore, honey! I'm feeling sleepy, let's go inside," Mrs Bryers said and grabbed her husband's hand.

She started climbing upstairs which he followed with no choice, as they disappeared from sight, the maid started sobbing silently.

"Don't worry about your monthly salary, I will replace any money that gets deducted," Thomas said before he started leaving.

"Thank you so much Sir," the maid quickly appreciated with a smile and started cleaning her eyes.

Thomas was higher than every other servant in the house in as much as he wasn't the head, but the respect he deserved was always accorded to him especially by the maids and other servants.