New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 246 Babysitting

"What the hell are you doing?"

Alexander tilted his head to look at her, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Contemplating life," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What does it look like?"

Claire crossed her arms, giving him a withering look. "It looks like you're being an idiot, as usual. Why are you on the floor?"

He shrugged, still not bothering to get up. "It's more comfortable down here. And it's quiet. No one to bother me. Well, except you, obviously."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Get up, Alexander."

Alexander just grinned lazily, unrepentant, and refused to budge from where he was sprawled out on the floor of the lift. With his casual attitude even when half-drunk, it was maddening. Claire folded her arms and tapped her foot as she muttered under her breath. "What am I going to do with you?" she sighed. The doors had closed behind, leaving them in this box, with Claire glaring down at Alex who had obviously no plans of moving soon.

She looked down at the panel of floor buttons, undecided. Taking him back to his place was not an option. Truly the last thing she needed was some roaming paparazzi capturing a shot of her dragging a tipsy Alexander Harris out of a hotel. Another headline with their names sharing the same black ink was not on the agenda.

After an instant's hesitation, Claire ducked and grabbed his arm, yanking him upright with more strength than her delicate appearance would have suggested. "Come on, up you go," she growled, striving to support him against the elevator wall.

As she approached the lift and was about to press any floor number, the lift doors opened, and a hotel employee came into it, surprised to see the two of them inside.

Suddenly, an idea came to Claire's mind. In the fraction of a second, she threw a smile at the hotel employee. "I need your help," she started off, her voice taking on that sweet, sweet tone she reserved only for getting what she wanted. "Well, actually, it is your boss here who needs help," she added, nodding toward Alexander.

the man. "Oh! Mr. Harris! Is he all

place to rest," she said, coming across as every inch the worried partner. "Could you arrange a

and pressed the button for the top

as things finally seemed to go their way. Going up, she glanced at Alex. Incapacitated at the moment, he somehow still

opened at the top floor, they were led down a plush hallway and the door to one of the luxurious suites was unlocked. With a lot of struggling, they managed to drag Alexander to the nearest bed and drop him onto it. Claire straightened and brushed a stray lock of hair off her face before she turned to the

this time with genuine

need anything else, please don't hesitate to inform the hotel," he said, before he took his

behind him and then looked over at Alexander, who was already spread out and sound asleep. She sighed in exasperation.

at her watch; it was almost midnight, and she had to be up at the crack of dawn to catch meetings at the office, check on the robot-building project, and swing by to help Talia set up the fashion show. She had no time to babysit a passed-out Alexander. Standing at the door of the bathroom, she felt the experience was familiar for some reason. Her mind roamed back to when she had been poisoned. No matter how bitter she was to him, Alex had been there for her whenever she needed a shoulder to lean on. He had made sure she had the attention needed, and he had even gone to the extent of inquiring into the incident himself. As she watched the footage of him taking care of her, something churned

on, Alex," she muttered to herself. "Wake up

sun was

casting a warm glow around the room. Alexander's eyes fluttered open, and he winced

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groaned, rolling over to squint at the unfamiliar ceiling. "Where am I?" he mumbled to

It was spacious and elegantly decorated. He knows where he is but the

bottle of water and an Advil sitting on the nightstand beside him. Not one to question a good thing, Alexander grabbed the

his throat, he pulled out his phone from his suit jacket. A few missed calls greeted him, from his father, his mother, and Christian, his

hair. He had overslept, and from