Page 71 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
"Actually, her words were, ‘Enjoy yourselves, my darlings.’"
I felt like choking, even though I wasn’t eating anything.
"She said that?"
"She did. After we talked for about twenty minutes. She said how happy she is that you’ve found a ‘good man,’ and..." He sighed, setting the mug down on the side table. "She asked me to take good care of you. I felt really bad for not doing that the right way."
What did he mean by that? It had to be related to whatever situation had led me to end up in his house.
His house...
And his bed, apparently.
Right, this was already the second time in just over a month that I was facing the terrifying thought that I’d lost my virginity and couldn’t rememberanything afterward. The first time, it had been just a misunderstanding. But now?
"Did something happen between us?" I asked, bluntly.
"Once again, you just slept. You can relax about that."
I nodded, although some crazy part of me thought it was a shame to have wasted a total inhibition blackout and not slept with that gorgeous man.
Wait... Blackout? But I’d only had one drink, nothing more.
"Why don’t I remember how I got here?" I asked, confused. "Actually, the last thing I remember is a man asking you to move your car because it was blocking his. You told me to wait. After that, I can’t remember anything."
"Nothing after that?"
"Absolutely nothing."
I don’t know if it was just my impression, but he seemed a little disappointed, as if there was something from that night he wished I’d remembered. But he didn’t press it and just explained, "There was no car. It was a trap. The guy tried to hit me with a metal rod, but I was faster and managed to scare him off."
"My God! Were you hurt?"
"No. That was the least of it."
"Did he steal anything from you?"
"No, that wasn’t his intention. It was a setup to leave you alone. Another guy at the bar managed to slip something into your drink. It must’ve kicked in right after I left and you were by yourself."
I completely froze, panic washing over me at what that could mean.
Seeming to read my thoughts, Michael tried to calm me down, "Don’t worry, nothing happened to you. The guy tried to leave the bar with you. But I got back in time. We ended the night at the police station. He confessed everything and was detained."
"And what was he planning to do?" I asked, heart pounding from fear of the possible answers.
Michael didn’t seem very comfortable having to tell me, but he did it anyway, "According to his own statement, the plan was to take you to a hotel across the street and take compromising photos to send to the press. Another guy at the bar was paid to, once I returned after recovering from the blow, come to me and say that my fiancée had gone with a guy to the hotel. The idea was that I’d catch you in a supposed act of cheating and break off the engagement. But they probably counted on the possibility that I might notend it because of the lawsuit, so they’d use the photos as leverage. It would be another scandal for Michael Turner, and that would reduce my chances of winning custody of Alice."
I didn’t even know where to begin processing everything he’d just told me. It was fear, mixed with rage, mixed with disgust, mixed with a deep sense of gratitude that nothing worse had happened.
"Was he arrested?" That was the first thing I managed to ask. I was terrified at the thought of that man trying something again.
"Actually, first he was taken to a hospital, but he should’ve received the necessary care and will probably go straight to jail soon."
"Hospital? Why?"
"Maybe I hit him. A little."
"How much is 'a little'?"
