Chapter 3 - The Drunk Dog Is Drugged (1/2)

Probably if the situation was different, or if it was just any other normal day, Anya probably would have been freaked out seeing the man wearing nothing. She would have flushed redder in embarrassment than the man in her bathtub. After all, it was her second time seeing a fully grown man in his birthday suit. First time? She doesn't even remember properly.

Due to the critical situation, she was highly alerted. The water wasn't hot as there was no fog. How could a man be so flushed in the cold water?

Alcohol?

Anya brushed off the other possible reason. Alcohol couldn't make him that way. He didn't seem to have any bruises on the body and she could hear his heavy breathing. So his breathing was normal.

Acting?

That's more like it. She felt.

She batted no eyes and demanded him, ”Get out of my house before I call the cops.” Her voice was cold and merciless to the pain he was in.

The drunk man tried to look at her and his lips were twitching in fury. A few seconds passed when Anya saw him trying to speak. ”What the f**k! This is my house. Who the hell are you?” He didn't seem to see what was in her hand.

Thanks to her amazing training and the skills she learned, she read his barely readable words.

'His house? This drunk rascal.'

Anya wasn't in the mood to argue with him. So she kept her gun aimed at him as she called the security of the regency. The cops would just ask him to say sorry and leave. She didn't want to waste time or bring unnecessary trouble to herself.

”Anya Owen speaking. The house number 306. A drunk man entered my villa, could you please help me get him out of here. It's kind of urgent.” Anya wasted no second.

The man seemed to hear her speaking and furrowed his brows. ”This is 309, my villa. Get out of here or I will call the cops.”

Anya: ”...”

Should she doubt if she was drunk?

Her brows furrowed at the sudden realization. If anybody entered a wrong passcode to unlock her door, she would have been alerted. She will get a message. Why didn't she get one?

She stood at point-blank and pressed her handgun nozzle on his forehead. ”What is the passcode of your villa?” Her cold voice rang in the bathroom.

The man got angrier at the way of talking. He tried his best to have a close look at her and scoffed, ”You bloody maid woman, you think I will get scared of your little toy. Get out of here else I will kill you.”

Anya craved to knock the man off. Her whole bathroom was stinking with his breath. Upon that she was called a 'Maid Woman.' She was wearing business formals, not a maid uniform.

Her lips curled into a sneer. Why was she expecting anything from that man? She went out of the bathroom, locked the door. Then the bedroom door.

If he was lying anywhere in the house, she could have splashed water on him and tried to wake him up and kick him out. But the man was already in the cold water.

'Ugh,' She let out a frustrated sigh.

She opened the door of the house after confirming it was the security personnel she always saw. He was a man in his middle thirties. ”Hello miss, I am sorry for the trouble. Where is the drunk man?” He looked around in the courtyard.

Anya was embarrassed to say, ”He is lying in the bathtub upstairs.” Even though she didn't say he was naked, she already wanted the earth to swallow her.

The man froze with the man who was behind him. They looked at each other and coughed to clear their throat. They didn't step inside even when Anya made way for them.

”Miss. Owen, small fights are common between couples. You shouldn't throw him out just because he came home drunk. Miss. Owen, you should also understand men also have mood swings due to workload…”

He went on and on with his lecture on how she has to be considerate of her husband. ”Mr. Edward, I am not married.” She stated simply. He was calling her Ms and making her Mrs of a drunk man.