"Mr. Jackson." I rasped out. My throat sounded so dry from drinking and shouting so much. I winced. Well no singing for a couple days i guess.

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Jackson replied in a hard voice. His jaw ticking with unspoken anger i didn't know why he possessed.

"Its a parttyy. I'm enjoying. The question is What are you doing here? For a man like yourself, i thought you would be better enjoying the company of money and lonnnnnnng conferences lasting longer than the construction period of GWOC itself." i grinned at him, earning myself a half scowl and more jaw tightening. *(GWOC is obviously Great Wall Of China)

Lemme pause here and mention a fact that is very much evident from my talks. I am a mouthy drunk. Meaning i spoke and spoke and didn't care about what others might think, which i do in any case,  but i was more blunt when drunk. Cause where is the fun in being subtle?

"You're drunk"

"No, i act drunk to attract hot men." I rolled my eyes.

"You have a smart mouth, don't you. " He squeezed my waist that i absolutely didn't forget he was holding because of the amazing sparks i felt on my body, tinging my very core.

"Just saying the obvious sir." I need to have a talk with my drunk voice after this. How dare it appear so husky in front of him? Bitch.

"You seem to do that a lot. Always wanting to talk back to me. Keeping your head held high even when you are wrong. Oh yes. I haven't forgotten the lift insident yet." My eyes widened at that and he squeezed my hips more. A jolt of newfound electricity bolt throughout me and i tightened my arms around him as a reflex.

If this continued a few more times, I'm almost sure I'll be electrocuted.

"But it makes me want to bite you." He growled near my neck and boy did i like it. This unknown guy whom i pissed off,  who is also my client, would like to bite me for talking back to him and instead of running to the police or kicking his dick, i wanted to bite him too. I drew the line of insanity here. I was mad, insane, and this is the moment i finally excepted that.

He drew back and we both had a staring contest. My arms around his neck, his hands wounded tightly around my waist, bright grey clashed pale green.

First it was a simple stareoff to determine who would break free first. Then it was a comfortable break, getting used to each other. And finally it was a recognition, a dream from the past awakened.

Suddenly he broke from the stance, the connection no longer there. It seemed like his eyes wanted to show me something but he was a cruel puppeteer and pulled on the strings to control his puppets, his actions, his eyes. He took a step back, his hands no longer on my waist. His eyes no longer on mine.

"You better not be drunk when working. Not that i have very high expectations from anything but your firm has a reputation and you should hope for your own benefit that you live up to them." He told me in a monotonic voice while fixing his immaculate coat and turned around to leave. But just before i thought he was about to be gone, he craned his neck back towards me and uttered a word. A word i didn't know that i would forever repeat. A word that held power oblivious to me now but which i would find the importance of later.

"Faveire." His name rolled out with effortless perfection and twist from his lips. The answer to an unspoken question that i knew about but didn't have the time to ask nor the position. But i also knew the answer. I had googled him after all. A man who didn't just looked handsome but was expanding his business like very few had done in the past. He was an exceptional businessman in his industry— a man to be respected, feared, looked up to. He was body and brains. And i fucking digged it.

But he was gone for now and i realised that i was in no mood to dance suddenly. He had a lonely, dull feeling about himself that he transferred on to me.

Stupid fucking intellligent businessman. And his stupid fucking dull aura.

Deep in my thoughts i moved my way back to the  table where we were sitting earlier. Ironic really. Because deep in my thoughts i was for sure,  but there was nothing i was thinking about. Nothing. Me, the girl who talked so much when drunk that people had to forcefully put me to sleep, had no words to say.

And i blamed it wholly on this client that just entered my life. If he had entered my life. But who was i kidding. I was having wet dreams of him for fucks sake. And despite that i wanted nothing more right now but to sleep.

Gosh fucking darn it. There goes my plan of partying. Down the damn drain. Or more like kidnapped by Mr. Jackson. Mr. Faviere Jackson. My client i was hot for.

I sighed. Its gonna be a long night. I thought to myself.

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Streaks of sunlight fall on my face as i lie down on a small side bed near my window, a phone and coffee in my hands. Yesterday i had woken up late and hungover after having the strange encounter with Mr. Jackson and i had called in sick. Of course my boss didn't believe it because of the amount of times i have had to take such 'sick' days off but he knew that me working drunk is no better at all. So of course he compiled with it and i spent the rest of the day drinking mixed fruit juice, watching the good doctor and stalking Mr. Jackson.

But the guy had no social media, no spicy gossip or anything interesting going around. All i could find was the news tabloids writing about his business capabilities, his jaw-dropping state of the art architecture of houses and gardens and of course the most famous of them all— he was a bachelor. A single man. And apparently that is the most discussed topic among the fashion and Gossip tabloids.

I had also spent whatever time i found myself free (believe it or not i considered myself quite busy doing all the stalking) to think about the time when i had actually taken a liking to Mr. Jackson, Faveire. Because the last i remembered we crashed, exchanged some mean words and went our ways. Till then i was fine. Then we had the whole touch-our-fingers-accidentally moment and everything went crazy.

Surely i wasn't that crazy to find me a guy that i would literally fall for the first person i crash into.

Anyways. All this thinking made me more tired and i slept quite early. And that is why i am awake at 7 in the morning on a Saturday, wrapped in warm sweater because the mornings are chilly looking out of my window. Urgh. Life sucks. At least i had a social life unlike some people. Gosh! he will never know the fun in watching stupid videos on instagram and wasting hours while doing so. But then i think he has better things to do in life. Like, to design another mouth watering house worth millions. Humph! Damn him.

As i was checking my instagram posts,  i got a email. Now i get a lot of important emails for work so i wasted no time in opening it and aha!  I was right.

Keira sent me a mail asking if it would be okay for our decorations incharge to visit the location tomorrow. Apparently tomorrow was the only day she was kind of free and wouldn't mind showing us the place.

I quickly dialed Jacks number. If you remember, Jack is that head of the decorations and external staff dept. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey Leila. What's up?"

"I'm fine Jack. Actually i wanted to know if you are free tomorrow? I just got a mail from Miss Somell and she is inquiring if we can visit the location tomorrow? "

"Ya sure. I don't really have any plans. Send me the time and address. Do you want me to pick you up? "

"Thanks Jack. That would be fine. We can car pool. Do you want anyone else from the team there?  I can call them too? "

"No its fine. I will bring Cordon with me. He will be fixing the lights and all. He is a good electrician. It will be okay. "

"Okay. Cool. I'll mail you the time and my address too. See ya! "

"Bye Leila. "

After the call, i quickly compose a mail to Keira telling her that it would be fine and if she could tell us the time and address.

I get a reply in 5 minutes with all the necessary details. And again i quickly send all of the details to Jack as well.

Well on any other day i would be extremely pissed to ruin my Sunday. But i was actually looking forward to visiting the venue. Because if this new property is as amazing as the others then i have no doubt that it would be worth it. And of course the highlight of my day would be the garden.

Who doesn't enjoy relaxing on a Sunday on one of the state's finest grounds that too for free?

I for one sure do.

And that is how the rest of my Saturday went by. Thinking about the gardens, playing piano tiles, enjoying scrabble with Lane and Alex and of course, singing at Charlie's Bar at night.

Just a typical Saturday for me.