A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 39

Noras did not answer my first call. Nor to my second. Nor my third.

At one in the afternoon, I was pacing back and forth in front of the large window of my apartment, phone in hand, answering work calls when necessary and spending the rest of the time trying to control my anger. , which could easily be described as a need.

Ms. Jennifer arrived around two in the afternoon with the easy smile she wore occasionally on her face on Saturdays. “Hello, Mr. Steve. How are you?”

responded abruptly.

meals.”

the soccer game and straightened my hair.

accepting my negotiations as quickly as I had hoped. The real problem, however, was the fact that Noras was so blatantly ignoring my calls.

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ght as well close up shop with a little dignity.”

here with your phone in your hand and not yelling in his face, hmm?”

out of the room and walked down the long hallway, avoiding any further questions. My office greeted me with the sight of glass walls, stacks of papers to read, and the sight of a jacket that Noras left behind a few days earlier.

ocked on my door. Then my mind went back to Noras, the last thing I wanted right now.

ome.” I said aggressively. He walked in

nswer.”

ays the type to come up and tell me things I didn’t even know. Last time, she burst into my office after Noras left and pointed at me accusin

ekeeper’s annoying “I told you so” looks.

she still didn’t answer. The answering machine rang on the phone and I immediately ended the call. I searched

answered. “Jace Parker’s phone!”

to talk to Noras.”

slightly. “Mr. Steve, it’s so obvious I wonder how

time I spoke to her during the day: monotonous, hesitant and hoarse as if she had just woken up. We clarified the details before ending another call with a click of

s’s house seemed much slower than usual, so that by the time I arrived, my leg was moving anxiously up the

I walked in

won’t let you fall this

sigh. “You said that too last

st out laughing. “I’m si

nd on the couch, then turned and ran into Liam’s arms , in

and desperately tried to lift her, before failing and letting go, then bursting out

, before turning to Jace. “We may not be able to do the take on Dirty Dancing, but you sure ca

Henris

er shirt, then looked back

ell was that trying to do with the Dirty Dan

tically on top of you.” I growled

greeted me with a smile, Louis with a fist bump, and Liam with an awkward handshake that made them all step back.

said you weren’t coming.” Lou

uch to bring her closer to me.

relief when she snuggled into my neck like usual. Noras was wearing a shirt with bloody tears in the back, which I noticed as I ran my fingers over his skin.

doesn’t even f**k that much,

”

y.”

twined fingers as a form of contact. Something was wrong with her; she did not indulge in m

gled into my shoulder and how she squeezed my hand a little tighter every now and then, but still wouldn’t look

y the waist and pulled her close to me to go to the car. “What’s the matter?

is lips. “Just tired, you kn

ll?”

I have a

got into a small taxi they had called earlier. We all tried to climb, stacked on top of each other, onto the seat

and Chanel no. 5, with a light essence of his strawberry soap. “You had a

aning across Louis’ legs to talk to the other boy.

. “Don’t forget to give it back to me before you get there. We all know that

ly ignoring the dirty looks I was giving him. She only looked up when I touched

. “And stop.

mediately froz

shivers throughout my body, as well as an intense feeling of n

?” I frowned.

ne or I give it to Li

luntarily tightened their grip o

be.”