Which brother should I choose
Screw Up

I woke up with a wicked alarm voice and a tremendous headache. My hand searched for the source blindly and finally I managed to close the alarm of my phone. It was 6:30 am. Even though I was feeling like I was on a vacation, I still needed to work. I dragged myself out of the bed and managed to go to the bathroom. When I looked down to my body to peel off my pajamas, I saw that I was still in the swimming suit I wore yesterday. Why though?

I tried to recall what I did yesterday. I remembered I went to the pool. I remembered the interesting swimming session with Mr. Alonzo. Then I remembered I was having more drinks than I used to. And the rest was blank. I kinda remembered that I passed out. How did I end up here then? Maybe one of the bodyguards has carried me here? Because I was remembering a huge man carrying me. And that was all.

I felt disappointment and guilt instantly rushing into me. This was the first time that Mr. Alonzo took me with him on a business trip and I already messed it up. I felt defeated and ashamed. I forced myself to get in the shower. I hoped the water could rinse off some of the shame I felt. It didn't.

I hardly dressed myself. Because I knew as soon as I went out to the lounge I had to face the consequences. I wore a white shirt, with a tight collar of course but I left open top two buttons as suggested by Mr. Alonzo, and a navy pencil skirt, and I wrapped my hair into a low bun on my nape as usual.

I left my room at 8:00 am and went to the kitchen instantly to prepare the coffee. When coffee was ready and I printed out the daily calendar from the printer in the entertainment room, yes there was even a printer, I prepared the lounge table to discuss the daily program. It was still 08:30 am. There was still a good hour for Mr. Alonzo came out of his room, because he never changes his schedule, so I felt at ease. I spread myself onto the chair facing the sea and took a cup of coffee for myself. I sipped it and instantly regretted it. I was really bad at preparing coffee. Then I heard the elevator dinged, and turned to see something.

Something huge, muscular, sweaty and delicious. That thing was Mr. Alonzo. He looked like coming out of the gym. Apparently this kind of body was not coming free. I thought he was working out, but until I saw him fresh out of the oven, I recognized that I didn't understand its meaning so far. My eyes locked to his torso, the sharp edges of his chest and six packs shining in sweat. My mouth slightly open, my gaze climbed up, up, to his full lips, clenched jaw and finally piercing dark eyes. And there I saw anger. He avoided my gaze. Oh my god I was checking out my boss, no surprise he was angry!

I looked away instantly and cleared my throat. "Good morning Mr. Alonzo,"

He didn't answer me, just sent daggers with eyes to me which was not surprising after yesterday, and went into his room. At 09:30 am, he stepped out from his room, looking sharp in one of his usual hand made suits. His dark hair was combed back as always. He came to the table, I already placed his mug of coffee. He wasn't looking at my face now. He sipped his coffee, spitted it back, like it was a part of his daily ritual. It has been nearly a month that I was working for him, but he never gave up tasting the coffee even though he was sure it was bad. It was giving me hope that maybe he was not pissed that much? Well not more than he usually was.

I was waiting for him to look at me, or say something about yesterday, but he didn't. He scanned the daily calendar. Checked his emails, looked in some finance reports that came from the office. Then he raised his gaze finally from the documents to my face. I was waiting for him to look at me since the beginning of the day, but now I regret it. He was looking furious.

"Are you feeling okay today Ms. Wonderful?" he asked sarcastically. I felt the mocking undertone, but it was not a playful mocking, it was an angry one.

I lowered my head and looked at my hands.

"Look at my face when I am talking to you Ms. Wonderful!" he said in a dictatorial tone.

I instantly raised my head. I had no way of hiding my reddened cheeks now.

"Yes, I am feeling good, thank you Mr. Alonzo." I said with a small voice.

"Hmm, you are remembering who I am then? Impressive."

"Sorry?" I was lost. What did this even mean? Of course I knew who he was. My intimidating, grumpy boss.

"You don't remember a thing, do you?" Okay he was obviously mad about yesterday. And he was absolutely right about it. It was not professional to get drunk and blank out during a business trip. Maybe he would never take me with him again. Or, maybe... he would fire me. Oh god! Oh god! Who will pay for Rachel's loan now. I inhaled a big breath and exhaled it to gather some courage about the apology I needed to make.

"I am so sorry for yesterday Mr. Alonzo."

"You are sorry about which part Ms. Wonderful?"

"Well, I am sorry because drinking during a business trip and blacking out 'obviously' is not a professional behavior. Even though I was on my free time. And I am really, deeply sorry and ashamed. I am thankful for you to take care of me and have me carried to my room. I am sorry for causing you such a problem. I assure you it will never happen again."

He bit his lower lip nervously, like he was stopping himself to say something.

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"And the rest?" he asked.

"The rest, sir?" I asked in response.

He bit his lip again. Gosh, it was looking hot. I felt like I knew the taste of it. Like I knew how it would make me feel If I had those lips on mine. Crazy, stupid, horny mind! Stop it!

"Anyway Ms. Wonderful. I hope last night taught you a good lesson. And I know this won't happen again because I won't let it happen again. And if it happens, you will replace yourself out of the door."

"Yes sir." I said and I gulped in anticipation. He followed the bob of my throat with his eyes and his eyes darkened.

"Why is your collar open?" he asked.

"Well, you said to me that I could open it when we are alone?"

"I changed my mind. Button up those and please do not open it again in any case."

"Yes sir." I said in a small voice and hurriedly started buttoning up. He looked away while I was doing it like I was naked and he was waiting for me to cover up. Which was insane, because he didn't turn around when I was really naked before in the bathtub.

When we were all set and about to leave for a meeting with our lawyer team, the elevator doors of our suit had dinged.

We weren't expecting that since it was a special suit. I thought it should be the bodyguards. Then the doors of the elevator opened and revealed the last person I was expecting to see.

It was Matt.

"Hello guys, did you miss me?"

"What are you doing here Matt?" Mr. Anton asked, rolling his eyes boredly.

"I missed you too brother." Matt answered mischievously.

"When did you come?" Asked Mr. Alonzo,

"Yesterday night, and since my kind brother didn't book a suit for three, I had to sleep in another one. And slept like a baby. Thank you for asking."

Mr. Anton huffed in an irritated manner and turned his way to go to the elevator.

Then Matt's gaze darted to my side. His green eyes darkened somehow, his careless grin turned more wicked.

"Hello to you too, love." he said and his smile grew bigger displaying his gorgeous dimples. And I remembered instantly the shit I was about to do yesterday night. My cheeks started to burn instantly. Suddenly the room shrinked smaller, and I started to feel like I have squeezed in it with two brothers. One boss I got blank-out drunk next to him, the other boss I fucking kissed and made out.

Damn Alice! Damn!! You screwed up big this time!