A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 49
Sunday mornings were supposed to be calm and relaxing, they were supposed to have the sun shining through the f*****g windows or something. Instead, it was snowing outside, there was the sound of pots and pans in my kitchen, and I cried myself to sleep. So that was it.
I eventually crawled out of bed and into the kitchen a few minutes later, only to find Louis trying to cook while Jace sat on the counter watching with obvious amusement. Her blue eyes looked over at me as I walked in before looking back at her boyfriend. “So… I looked at your Google search history,” he said nonchalantly.
I froze in place. “What ?”
your google history was right there.”
e.”
hy…”
the most recent. Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”
ery emotional state and everything was very confusing…”
trangely silent on the subject. I wasn’t sure what to do with these two people looking at me like I should keep talking, so I walked over to the coffee machine and started brewing the pot as they wa
eshing aroma, and the guys still couldn’t wait. didn’t say a word. Which, considering they were the talkiest p
wly, grabbing a cup from the cabinet, ”
re you sure you’re okay?”
over my shoulder at the two boys.
hing?” Jace asked.
w of.”
hat’s it.”
to be gay.”
a thin line. “The stitches on your forehead
y, watching Jace’s blood spurt, crying on Liam’s shoulder, hugging Louis, and listening to my mom talk about chickens seemed like one big weird nightmare. “I
while and then a bitch, but the fact is that I wasn’t sad. I was just a little listless and all I could think about was Henris’ old warnings about relationships.
an anything, I didn’t want to talk about it. Because it seemed like a big f*****g joke than anything. what I wanted was a relationship with Henris and that I was also the one to end it. Of course, I ended up stuffing myself with waf
, lifting two caps.
e?”
d to ask?”
because I like Steve. Doesn’t he run a f*****g company? That he founded himself? When he hit him with the tip of my
ust told me he wasn’t coming. It was just worse worrying about him on top of Jace, you know? I just wanted to
e? He needs to learn what a relationship is, you need to stop expecting him to know everything. Just because Liam was literally th
hospital? It didn’t have
e under the covers. “Maybe you should talk to
the one who left
e one who made him do it.”
don’t know. I think you both need to think about it. You bo
Henris’ PO
t meant to be. to the point where being in a relationship
the relationship dynamic that it wouldn’t work
e control, so when everything was slipping away from me, that
amined all the financial bases of my business over the last three months to see where I had
hich led to me wanting Noras, which led to frustration. Even though she was f*****g annoying sometimes, she was definitely what I needed and if she needed me, I couldn’t be there
nly good thing that happened there was the day she let me f**k her on her desk and that – that was exactl
: I need you to be that
Mac Book on my desk, which was already alerting me of a meeting I was going to have in thirty minutes and the endless stream of emails that had begun. Everything in me wanted me to check them and make sure
tion desk. “How long has
ng woman been loo
the women employed here that I have f****d. All of them. You understand ?” I asked softly. She swallowed and nodded slowly. “Then I want you to fire them. Everyone’s
turned even paler. “Everyone
omplaints, tell them to go to Claire
“We have all too afraid of Mrs. Carter. Nobody wants him
asked, lifting two caps.
e more secretaries, the more shit will get done.
nods solemnly. Understood. One more thing, M
the homework I just gave you, you can also pack up your papers, I left quietly, leaving a very confused secretary
ut my attitude. Nothing interested me at that moment except figuring out how to stay safe in
a pile of documents to file, meetings scheduled throughout the afternoon.
need to face any of them. Half the shit on my desk could be handled by someone else. Th
tation. I sat back in my chair when the phone rang, my legs crossed at the ankles and my forehead
he answered the phone. “Claire
ire.”
rprised breat
my office at 2 p.m. sharp. And for
“Yes?”
if you cross the line again. The only reason you’re still here is because you’re great at w
g time for my liking. Just as I was about to attack, his teasing voice came through
words, too much time to pout and roll her eyes. Too much time with Claire meant she could have everyone under her thumb without anyone around –
y why she’s so good at what she does. I threw my phone on the desk in disgust before getting to work. Before 2
.m. meeting ended we had already established a profile and figured out the best way to make Malik believe that he
home after work, at least some things were falling into place. Instead, Ms. Jennifer was already there with dinner already prepared and a tired smile on her face. I knew
he called when the door opened. Her eyes
ke for dinner?”
ght she would come, so I made enough for two. Do you know what wine she likes? And she agrees with bread