Chelsea woke up to an entirely strange environment. Themed white all through and adorned with a touch of golden items here and there, the room was totally foreign to her. She felt a light throb on her forehead and gently caressed it, stroking the side softly.She gently sat up and looked around. She slowly began recollecting the events that took place last night. She looked beside her on the bed and saw her mask unlaced from her face. She sighed as the pieces began arranging to form the big picture. She remembered leaving the bar area of the hotel with Omar after emptying her Bourbon bottle. That was when the influence began taking its toll on her. They both went to a private suite via the elevator. Then she and Omar made out in the entrance room of the suite.After making out, they both went into the room and took things to the next level. She must have been put out in the middle of the sex between her and Omar. That was probably when he took her mask off. Of course she was too into

Chelsea got to her room and collapsed on her bed. Things were really getting strange and troubling for her. She just couldn't understand anything anymore. She had left the mansion yesterday with a troubled heart and a worked up mind. The only reason she had the drink with Omar and even agreed to getting intimate with him was because she wanted to clear her head of the thoughts and emotions that tormented her. Though she was successful at the initial stage, it seemed as though everything had returned to the way it was. And this time, it seemed worse. First, she had the torture of guilt and regret after the sex with Omar. She felt guilty of betraying Dylan's trust and confidence in her. She felt like she had both gone against the ethics of her assigned job's description and also cheated on Dylan. Even though they weren't a couple yet and Dylan hadn't even acknowledged his feelings for her, she felt like they had already established an unspoken relationship, one that demanded faithfu

Cross Enterprises Dylan walked into his company with a blank expression on his face. Immediately he entered, murmurs erupted and the staff tried their best to control the clients who struggled to approach him. He simply headed towards the stairs, not paying any attention to either staff or client who motioned for his attention. "Good Morning, Sir" "Excuse me, Mr. Cross" "Welcome, Sir" "Mr. Cross!" Several greetings and calls, both from staff and clients alike flew at him from all directions. But he paid no attention to any. He simply ignored all of them as he proceeded upwards on the stairs. Then he heard a familiar voice. "Please, dear clients, I implore you to be patient with Mr. Cross. He's just returning from a very important meeting and would like some time alone. Our staff are more than capable to tend to your various needs, requests and businesses" Selina announced from the upper floor unto the ground floor where the clients were seated and attended to. Her words had a

"Well, she sent me a message via my Skype account" Selina finally replied with a nervous smile. Dylan noticed her hesitation before she made the statement. He knew Chelsea never sent any message to her via Skype. He knew they must have met each other somewhere. Selina probably ran into Chelsea during a visit to a hotel or Chelsea made the move to meet her there after finding out she would be there. But he appreciated the way she had changed Selina's thinking and attitude towards life. She had made her a better person both for herself and for the company. He smiled within himself but maintained a blank expression on the outside. "Skype, huh?" he pressed. "Uhm, yes, Sir" Selina answered rather hastily. "Alright. That's nice. Put in the request for the computer" Dylan simply said. "Yes, Sir" Selina nodded and extended the files in her hand to him. "The files you requested, Sir" she indicated as she walked towards him. "Oh, yes. Keep them on my desk. Also have their soft copi

Chelsea couldn't believe her ears. It felt like her imagination had gotten the better of her. What did she think she heard? It was indeed quite funny for her to even fabricate such a thing in her imaginations. It sounded utterly inconceivable. "Are you there?" she heard him call again. This time she was sure it wasn't her imagination playing with her. She slowly lifted her head and looked at him. His face was still shrouded in the same indiscernible expression. Her lips moved of their own accord and before she knew it, she had replied in answer to his call. "Yes" was her simple response. "I asked if you are free to go out with me" he said, his eyes fixed on hers. His expression remained blank but his eyes held a hint of yearning in them. It was as though his words had no feelings attached to them but also at the same time seemed to have an effect on her. "Yes" she heard herself reply again. Her voice was soft and conceding. It was like he was pulling her to him but without phys