President's Naughty Sweetheart

Chapter 5: A Drunken Fight

After Ella entering the room, her smell of beer and barbecue made Aiden frown, who had just taken a shower.

"You didn't sleep in the middle of the night but went to drink and have barbecue?" Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing his question, Ella turned and raised her head to look at him. She was angry, "Tell me your name? Or your number!"

Aiden ignored her and walked to the liquor cabinet, but poured himself a cup of water. He's graceful movements was charming, even just drinking water.

"Why should I tell you?" interest shone in his eyes.

Ella took off her heels and strode to him. But he was too tall, she had to raised her head to look at him. Her courage was weakened a bit. She stepped back and yelled at him, "I'm gonna make a complaint against you!"

Watching her ridiculous behaviors, Aiden felt like having a little argument with her. He walked to the sofa with a glass in hand and sat down, strength and dominance exuding.

"Of what?"

"That you're not professional!"

He smirked, "But you enjoyed it very much last night."

"The hell with last night!" The beer gave Ella some courage to blurt out some curse words.

Aiden frowned again and hardened his voice, "I hate women who don't mind their language."

Ella didn't care at all, "Who the hell are you? It's none of your business. I just like to say so."

Aiden immediately lost the interest of chatting with her. He glanced at her, "OK, go and take a shower. I only have two hours."

His disregard and order dumbfound Ella.

Then she freaked out, "Are you sick? I'm warning you! I've paid you! Stop badgering me and give my photos back!"

Her words made Aiden laugh, as if she was an idiot in his eye. Ella stamped her foot in anger, "What are you laughing at? Where are the photos? Where's your phone?"

She began to look for it. When she was about to head for the bedroom, Aiden stood up. He strode to her and held her up like grabbing a chicken, carrying her to the bathroom.

He threw her at the thick carpet on the floor, and glanced at her with condescension, "Your smell of beer disgusts me. You've got ten minutes to take a shower." Then the bathroom door was shut with a bang.

Ella felt dizzy after he threw her down, and she felt sick. There was something churning in her stomach. She immediately rushed to the closestool and puked.

Aiden was answering a phone in the bedroom.

"Where are you now? I'm still playing cards in Jimmy's. Are you coming?" Arthur was speaking with a cigarette in his mouth and a glass of wine in hand.

Aiden answered briefly, "I' m not free."

"Busy?"

"Addressing my physiological needs."

"…"

Arthur gave out a "pooh", spewing the wine in his mouth. "Impressive! You…you just continue." Arthur hung up. He couldn't imagine whether Aiden was as cold as he used to be when he was with a woman. He trembled a bit at his thought.

After hanging up, Aiden replied several emails. '20 minutes' passed, that woman hasn't finished?'

He lost his patience. Putting down his phone, he headed straight to the bathroom. Opening the door, he froze.

'She is sleeping by the closestool.

And still dressed!'

He was so angry that he grabbed her up and put her into the tub, spraying hot water on her with the shower. Ella woke up soon. But she was so drunk and sleepy, and her body felt weak.

Seeing this cruel man spraying her with the shower, she burst into tears, "What on earth do you want? Why must you torture me? I've got a bad mood tonight. But you're still bullying me…I've paid you five million dollars! What do you want from me?"

He stopped spraying her. His desire was all gone with her cries. Her tears left him only annoyance and rage.

He grabbed her up from the tub, wiped her with a towel and wrapped her up with it, throwing her on the bed. Aiden began to put on his clothes. His plan of having sex with her fell through.

Five minutes later, he was well-dressed. Looking at the sleeping woman, he heaved a deep sign. This was the first time he felt so helpless to a woman.

Before he left, he called room services, because he couldn't stand the smell of vomiting. This suite was exclusive to him. He couldn't stand any untidiness.

But the moment he slammed the door, he started to picture how those male attendant may do to her.

'This drunken woman wouldn't even notice if someone got her laid.'

A hint of anger flashed through his dark eyes.

Eventually, Aiden returned to the room and headed straight to the bedroom, carrying Ella with him.

'There were so many exceptions tonight.'

'It didn't matter with another one.'

Aiden threw Ella and her bag into the back seat of his car. He got into the car and warned Ella lying in the back, "If you vomit again, I'll throw you out of my car."

During the journey, Ella was in sound sleep. She didn't even say a word.

An hour later, Aiden drove his Maybach into the underground parking lot of the building of the Hill Group.

Getting off, he carried Ella into the elevator that was exclusive to him and headed straight to the president's office on the top floor. In the office, Aiden took her to his own lounge, tucked her in and left.

***

At 10 a.m., Ella woke up. She held her hands on her head, feeling headache for her hangover.

She found herself lying in a room. Looking down, she noticed herself naked…She almost screamed.

She looked around this room. It looked like a bedroom, but somehow not. It was large but a bit empty. There was also a huge wardrobe nearby. The owner didn't seem to allow anything redundant in this room, since everything was so tidy.

The she began to hear the sound of men outside. When she listened more closely, she knew there was more than one man out there!

'Where on earth is here?' Ella was frightened.

It suddenly occurred to her that she met the man in the hotel last night..

'Is it his home?'

She rolled up the sheets and tried to find her clothes, but she found nothing. She stared at the huge wardrobe in front of her, and walked up to open it. But all were men's clothes.

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed a white shirt and put it on. The shirt was too long for her, as if she had put on a dress. She felt quite embarrassed.

Ella pressed her ear against the door, listening to what's happening outside, and dare not to open the door.

'It seemed quiet outside.'

Just as she was about to open the door, she was knocked to the ground by someone coming into the room.

The way she sat on the ground interested the man.

Ella screamed as she realized who he was.