A Son for A Billionaire novel Chapter 44

EPISODE FORTY FIVE

THEME: Hangover

LOS ANGELES

ARTHUR YOUNG APARTMENT

Arthur Young opened his eyes to the dimly lit room, although it was daytime but the thick drapes wasn’t opened yet. The aching in his skull ebbs and it flowed like a cold tide yet the pain was there. Arthur was feeling like he got hit by a bus. The hangover felt like the blackest clouds was over his head with no intention of clearing.

Arthur slide out of bed slowly and motioned towards the bathroom. He had drank too much alcohol last night. He splashed cold water on his face just to feel something refreshing and he also instantly wished that he could wash his brain from the toxins too.

He walked out of the room to the kitchen. The smell of the wine from last night was intoxicating, yet this morning it added to the drink of water in his mouth. Arthur was feeling like his head would crack open anytime soon.

Perhaps some painkiller would help subside the pain in his head. Arthur picked out tablets from the fridge and he gulped it down with water.

The door bell jangled. Arthur sniffed after he swallowed down enough water. He moved out of the kitchen to the living room then towards the door.

Arthur Young furrowed his eyebrows when he saw Camilla standing on the porch. He was surprised to see her, his gaze dropped down to the box that she gripped on to tightly.

“Camilla,” he muttered.

“Can I come in?” Camilla requested.

“Oh..sure...” Arthur opened the door wide for her to step in.

“Arthur..I don’t mean to bother you..this early morning.” Camilla’s hands trembled as she fiddled with her fingers.

Arthur Young noticed her bleary eyes and deep eyes bags. “Camilla, what’s wrong?” He asked with concern in his tone.

Camilla looked up at him. “I have been in my car since last night.” She answered.

Arthur Young screwed up his face. “Really?! Why didn’t you give me a call to let me know you were coming over?” He demanded.

“I tried knocking but no response and my phone already went off by that time.” Camilla replied.

Arthur Young rubbed his temples. “Oh no...” he mumbled, remembering that he was wasted last night from alcohol.

So there was no way he could have heard her calling out to him.

“I am sorry..Camilla.” He apologized.

Camilla shook her head in disapproval. “No..no..I should be the one apologizing for showing up at your doorstep unannounced.” Her expression dulled and sadness clouding her features.

Arthur’s eyebrows drew together as his gaze darted from her face to the fiddling fingers and the box sitting next to her.

“Are you traveling?” He asked with a confused look on his face.

“No..no..I am not traveling..” Camilla’s voice trailed off as tears pulled up in her eyes.

“Camilla,” Arthur Young stepped closer after noticing the tears that filled the corners of her eyes.