Becoming Alpha’s Personal Caretaker
Chapter 33

Lauren

POV

My ears were ringing and I tried to stay conscious. I pushed Bella back and said, "Bella, go back. Stop talking nonsense."

Bella wasn't very happy about it and said, "I know you're thinking the same thing! Victor's much hotter than those losers and now none of them dare to mess with you. This is effective!" It was kind of effective...

In the bar, those rascals who had been harassing Mila and me were all stunned. They spat on the floor and left angrily. But Mila and Victor's beta, Richard, froze when they heard what I just said and kept staring at us, wanting to know what was going on between us. I was afraid that Mila might make a scene when she was drunk so I hastily covered her mouth while she looked quite excited to see what was happening right now. I looked around and finally asked Richard to take care of her because he seemed to be very reliable, "I'm sorry, she's drunk. Would you mind sending her home?"

Mila claimed she went to the bar with me to get my mind off my problems but she got so much drunker than I was.

Richard paused for a second and said, "Well..."

"Send her home," Victor said after remaining silent for a while.

Richard didn't say no and nodded. He helped Mila, who could barely walk on her own, get in the car and this crazy woman stuck her head out of the car window and yelled, "Lauren.... Have you ever seen Victor's..."

"Just go home now," I said loudly, trying to stop her from saying more embarrassing things. What Bella just said seemed a little flirty, which made me kind of awkward in front of Victor.

Richard pulled Mila back and rolled up the window.

"Let's go," Victor said in a deep voice, "can you walk on your own?"

Victor's voice sounded quite calm as if he didn't care about what Mila just said to us at all. I might be fooled by the look on his face if I hadn't noticed how red his ears became. I knew my face must be blushing too but I could tell him that it was just the alcohol. "I'm alright. I'm not that drunk and I can still walk a straight line...Woah!" Just as I turned around so that I could walk a straight line in front of him, I stumbled and tripped over. Before my body touched the cold hard ground, I fell into a warm embrace. And a familiar scent wrapped me up.

Victor held me in his arms and I thought that I was kind of wasted. Otherwise, why did I just see Victor stand up to catch me and then sit back in his wheelchair?

"Thank...thank you..." I stammered. After I fell into his arms, my head was even more confused.

"Little drunk," Victor didn't let go of me at once and started teasing me. He was smiling at me warmly and looked more approachable.

"Am I...dreaming?" If I wasn't dreaming, why would I see this gentle side of him? I couldn't help but pinch his cheeks. His face felt warm and firm and I began mumbling, "You're real..."

Victor wore a long face and said coldly, "I can't believe you got so drunk."

"Oh, yeah, you are alpha Victor," I stared at his pursed lips and said, "cold, distant, an alpha who is either silent or snarky."

I regretted the second I said that. I didn't expect that I just told him what was on my mind and now it was like Bella had completely taken control of my body. I lowered my head and didn't dare to look Victor in the eyes. I hoped that he wouldn't get mad at me since I was already drunk. "Lauren," Victor looked kind of grim and finally spoke up after being silent for a while, "never mind. I'm gonna pretend I never heard that cuz you're wasted and don't know what you're talking about. Get up. Let's go home."

At first, he wanted me to get off of him and stand up. But then he thought about it for a while and changed my position. He held me tight in his arms and said, "Stop moving around."

I wasn't thinking straight and I started sniffing his nice peppermint scent. The peppermint smell made me even more clumsy and I couldn't see things clearly now while the alcohol began taking effect. I tried to get up but I only ended up making his shirt a mess. I could see that he was getting more gloomy.

"You drunk, stop moving," Victor gritted his teeth as he warned me.

Damn.

Was he underestimating me?

"No, I'm not drunk. I'm just a little dizzy," I said, not willing to give in, "I can walk on my own and I can walk a straight line."

I tried to ignore the dizziness and got up just to prove that I wasn't drunk. I stumbled toward the car parked not far away from here and said, "See, I'm walking so steadily right now. Do you want me to... Oh!"

Mila had me wear high heels just so I could look cocky in front of Michael and the others. As I turned around and talked to Victor, my heel got stuck in a gap on the road. Now I was gonna fall in front of Victor in a very awkward way. I wanted to disappear right now because I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him.

"Hmm."

I heard him groan quietly.

I didn't feel any pain and my forehead was held by a big warm hand. It was Victor. He protected my head from getting hit on the car window before I fell. But his hand just knocked onto the car window hard.

"Are you okay?" I was shocked at what I saw but he just grabbed my waist so tight that I couldn't make a move.

Victor said hoarsely, "Now, can you stop moving?"

I was too embarrassed to say anything back and it looked like I had caused him a lot of trouble.

Before I came to my senses, Victor pushed me into the car. He got up from his wheelchair and got in the backseat smoothly while I looked even more clumsy than him.

"Thanks," I said slowly.

"No problem."

Victor rolled up the partition and made the backseat seem more private. I could sense the smell of alcohol in the car. I didn't want him to be bothered by that smell but before I could open the window to get some air, he held down my hand. "You're gonna get a headache if you open up that window and get blown by the wind when you're drunk," Victor said. And then he smoothly withdrew his hand.

But I could still feel the heat of his hand on the back of my hand. Maybe it was just a delusion but Victor seemed so gentle and caring tonight. Even his peppermint smell felt more pleasant. I didn't dare to look at him and was afraid that I might get stuck in some strange feelings. So I just closed my eyes and pretended to have a rest.

However, his smell was sort of relieving and calmed my nerves. I became more and more drowsy and finally fell asleep. The backseat was very cozy and it was soft and warm. The pillow was comfortable and wasn't too soft. It was firm like a handsome man's abs. I couldn't believe that a pillow could be so nice to hold and the peppermint scent wrapped me around gently. I didn't want to move or wake up now and just wanted to sleep in this cozy backseat. Suddenly, someone poked my face.

I looked up confusedly and saw his beautiful gold eyes. He said, "Time to wake up."

"Huh?" I batted my eyes and finally became a little sober. I came to my senses and rubbed my eyes, only to find out that I was sleeping in Victor's arms the whole time!

The car pulled over in the estate and the driver already left the car. Victor and I were all alone and I saw his messy shirt that I wrinkled. My ears started ringing. How long had I been sleeping in Victor's arms?!

And the nice, cozy and sexy pillow was actually Victor's pecs...