A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 10

I put my face against the pillow, absorbing his scent, and pulled the blanket over my head. The bed was the most comfortable I had ever slept in. I lay in silence until my alarm went off, indicating it was time to get up and get ready for the day.

Reluctantly, I got out of bed, looked in the mirror, making sure I was halfway presentable. My hair was disheveled and knotted, my makeup visibly blurred. I washed my face quickly, tied up my hair, and walked down the stairs slowly.

I turned the corner of the apartment slowly, hoping Henris wasn’t there. My heart leapt into my throat with nervousness when I saw him sitting at the large kitchen table, typing quickly on a Macbook.

o look at me with a smile on his lips.

oon to prepare breakfast.”

on the counter for me, with cream and sugar. Henris cautiously watched me as I poured myself some tea and leaned against the counter.

eally comfortable.”

OOD.

ncentration, long fingers running quickly across the keyboard. After a few minutes, he suddenly raised his head.

aring at me

“Sorry.”

d her waist while Henris watches her attentively.

nris. I didn’t know you would still be here this late. What absurd reason are you not at work?”

ll at her like anyone else.

walked quickly towards him and sat at the table with her back to me.

is gave him a smirk.

“Yes.”

e…”

nifer.” He said slightly annoyed, his serious tone starting to show. The plump woman laughed softly, not seeming afraid of him in the slightest. I decided to make my presence known by clearing my throat. Jennifer turned around, shocked, and loo

Jennifer looked as surprised as

curls touching my cheek. I bit my lip and

riously behind

tte in front of me, with another cup of tea, an

e said amusedly.

m going down my throat. “Really? You wouldn’t think so.” I mu

say no to him.”

ed bitterly. “He’s very controlling. You don’t seem to be afraid

say no to him.” He jokes, gets up from the table laughing and adjusts his apron aro

I sighed in relief, pulling out my phone, planning to go to Twitter. I almost dropped the phone when I saw Jace’s 19 missed calls. I called him back immediat

e said

, I…uh, I slept at your place.”

nd I’ll tell you everything. OK

“See you soon.”

clothes. I found them folded perfectly on the side of the freshly made bed. I thought I should remember to thank Jennifer when I see her. I gathered my things, walked down the stairs once more, and grabbed my phone w

 He

ttle embarrassed. “Um, Mr. Steve insists tha

sion

irs, Mrs. Wishe. I’m James, Mr. Steve’s driver,” he said. “I can hold this

nst my chest. “No, I’m

rking lot, a Range Rover

door. He quickly started the car and exited the garage. With the radio off, there was a “are his driver

to

d. “Yes, and I do

back at the road. “If you see Mr. Steve, the

lk about my boss, Mrs. Wish

it was my boss, I wouldn’t want to talk about it either. It’s really intimidating. Hey, a

adio until he told me to stop. A few minutes later we arrived at my building. I thanked him when he opened the door,

d into our little apartment. I was greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Jace, excited, ran up to me from the living room

ontinuing to hug me. “Now tell me everything. And I mean everything. Holy shit, that hickey on your neck is huge

coffee, which I sipped contentedly. I like tea, but I prefer coffee. I wouldn’t have said it

with bright eyes and a

me and kissed me