Nice to meet you

"What company do you work for?" he asked. I felt the reflux of acid growing through my troat.

my throat burned and right in time I managed to turn my head and I threw up.

The man murmured something inaudible under his breath and my stomach started to knot, on the other hand, I felt slightly better and my head spinned a bit less.

"I am sorry," I babbled to the bartender who rushed to clear the floor.

The young guy looked at me, I could decipher the frustration behind his gaze and I immediately regretted having drunk that much.

The man who had his hands around my hips slouched forward and whispered something near to the guy's ear, his eyes lit up and he nodded. The young boy looked so happy, whoever that man was, he was gushing with control.

I had never met a man like him, he seemed he had everything under his control. Completely different from the man I was supposed to marry.

He didn't even scold me for throwing up, on the contrary, he walked me in the bathroom and held my hair as I bent down and threw up one more time. I was sure that time it wasn't only for the alcohol but also for the mix of emotions I was in.

With nowhere to channel my agony, I released it all throwing up.

I felt a lot better, the bartender headed the man a glass of wine and he made me drink from it as he kept holding my hair with the other hand. I then rinsed my mouth with the remaining water to get rid of the awful taste in my mouth and I finally stood up.

My headache was hurting so bad.

"I am sorry," I felt like a mess, I probably was, I wondered what the mirror in my room would have thought of me.

"Thanks for your help, I will call a taxi," I said.

The dark-haired man shook his head, "my driver is waiting for me outside, I will drive you home to make sure you have a safe journey home."

My head hurt too much to complain and I could barely process the idea that he probably was very rich to have a personal driver.

"Oh shit," I whispered, I rolled my eyes and pinched the skin on my forehead, "I can't go home, my mom will be waiting for me and I can't deal with her right now," I said, I could already hear her voice scolding me for having drunk that much and probably blaming me for ruining the relationship with Carl.

I heard him giggle, I probably was a joke to him. I wished he had met me one week ago, maybe he would have seen me with different eyes now.

"I will book a room in a hotel. Please drive me to any nearby hotel." I said as I took a few steps forward the door, his hands still set on my hips, I could feel warmth on my hips. Somehow I didn't complain, I had never felt nor needed to be protected before. But I liked that feeling.

He nodded and although I didn't know him, somehow I felt like I could trust him because the aura he emitted revealed he was the kind of man who got whatever he wanted, who wouldn't stop until he reached his purpose and who had his whole days and life planned out.

Maybe that kind of man wouldn't have left me at the altar in front of all my guests.

I sat on the back of the black limousine, the car had tinted windows.

The limousine was probably the most cost-effective limo on the market. It was a Sedan Limousine, the type of limo which was usually hired by corporate or business travelers to commute from the airport to other places or to attend conferences.

Not many people could afford that kind of limo, if I didn't work for a car company I would underestimate his wealth.

"Who are you?" I asked as I travelled my gaze through the black leather seats.

He suffocated a laugh and then he lied promptly, "this is not mine, it's for my job."

"I work in a car company, honey. If you're not in a high-class status they don't even allow you to touch this kind of car." I said, making sure to hold his gaze and narrow my eyes challengly.

I didn't know why my attitude changed that easily but I blamed it on the alcohol. "Sorry, I am still mad at the male entire gender. And I have a terrible headache."

"It's fine," he replied right away.

"Beverly Park Circle." He lowered his voice to be heard by the driver who nodded and took a turn to change his direction.

"I don't know any hotel there," I said, but he ignored me.

"What company do you work for?" he asked again, I wondered why he was so curious about my job.

Only the thought of job made me feel sick again, I gestured with my hands and shut my eyes as I swallowed down the reflux, my mouth turned sour.

"Please no work talking today," I begged and he nodded.

He stretched his hand and I noticed a gold watch, with a CC logo on it.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself to you." He flashed a white shining smile and I melted at how handsome he was when he smiled, "nice to meet you, I am Cameron Collins."