His Contractual Mistress

Hailey continued praying that Vince would head now to his bedroom so then she could go to hers too and change into appropriate clothing.

Squirming in the kitchen, Vince seems to guess she is uncomfortable around him. He stood on his feet and carried his suitcase.

"I'm going to the Study room to read some documents," he announced.

"Okay." Hailey nodded and secretly glanced at his broad retreating back. She heaves a sigh of relief, now Vince swallowed by the foot of his study. 'Finally, he's gone.' 

Now she can go to her bedroom, but before that, she fetches another glass of water and finishes it in one gulp as tension dries her throat.

She forgets her intention of coming to the kitchen is to drink a full glass of water.

Then, how embarrassing she poured herself the water when Vince arrived, and she was in a trance from the surprise of his sudden appearance. 

If she had known he would come back this early, she wouldn't have dared to wear this sexy lingerie but wear some decent clothes such as pajamas or an oversize t-shirt instead.

Meanwhile, before Vince could enter the bathroom, he remembered something. He stepped out of his bedroom, and it was the moment Hailey passed in his door.

The girl suddenly froze on the floor, giving him a shocked glance. He found it funny cute, but he suppressed his lip to curve a smile.

"Ahem. You're here. Can you make me a pot of coffee and bring it to the library?"

It takes a few moments before she comes back to her senses. Hailey snaps herself, blinks her eyes several times which her face turned pink. Gradually, she withdrew her gaze from his half-naked body and nodded.

"Sure! I'll bring it over!" She almost stammered her words. It happens, her heart beating so loud that deafening her ears.

"Thanks!" Vince's lips curve with a thin smile. He turned around to step inside his bedroom. Vince is musing that something was odd about her. He glanced outside before he closed his bedroom door. He noticed her bolted into her bedroom.

Left confused, Vince mused. 'She supposed to go to the kitchen, right?'

Shrugging a shoulder, Vince turned around and walked to the bathroom. The moment the door shuts, the corner of his mouth curls into a smirk.

"How amusing..." Vince murmured to himself.

Inside Hailey's bedroom, she wanted to scream. What happened? Why does he suddenly come out of his bedroom wrapped only in a bath towel around his body!? It's not like she hasn't seen six or eight packs up close. But their situation is unlikely to be looked at. They were living in the same house!

Oh, well. What is her role anyway?

Ugh. Before she passed out from embarrassment and uncomfortable this evening, Hailey quickly changed into decent sleepwear and put on a night robe. She then rushed to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, as Vince requests.

Sat in the dining chair, Hailey impatiently waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing. She's hoping it will be quick before Vince finished his shower so then she could bring the coffee to his study without bumping into him. Even though it's crazy to think she could avoid him, they were living in one house!

'How possible that would happen, Hailey? You were not thinking!' She scolded herself.

Heaving a hopeless sigh, Hailey sat up from the dining chair, got the wooden tray, and placed a mug on it. She was grateful that Vince was still in his bedroom when the coffee finished brewing. She picked up the pot and put it on the tray.

With a bit of rush but extra careful, Hailey entered the study and placed the tray on the coffee table.

Her steps are hasty. That is why when she exited the door, it was the moment Vince entered the room.

Her frail, slender body slammed to his firm chest. Thank goodness that the owner of this body has quick reflexes. He stretched his left arm, clutching her in the waist, and pulled closer. Being held like this by him gives shudders to her nerves.

Once more, Hailey froze on the floor. Once again, she wished for the floor to open and swallowed her whole.

"Careful..."

Vince's deep husky voice awakens every nerve of her body. She's grateful the only light that lit in the study is the lampshade on the table.

Even so, she's still praying he won't notice how reddish her ears and cheeks are.

He gradually loosens her and steps aside. Seeing her remain silent, he clears his throat.

"Ahem. Thanks for the coffee," said Vince after he noticed the tray on the table.

"You're welcome. I'm going to bed now." Hailey remains, lowering her head and avoids having eye contact with him. "Good night." Upon saying this, Hailey rushes outside without waiting for his reply.

She entered her bedroom and locked the door. She jumps on her bed and screams in silence.

'Am I unlucky or lucky tonight?' Hailey asked herself.

Screaming inside her head, she gradually calms down. She rolls on her back and covers her face with her palm.

'What a night!'