My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 31

Enora:

I was curled up in bed when I heard the knocking sound. I scowled. I wanted to yell at him to go away but I decided to keep quiet. There was no need to say anything and besides, I wasn’t…

Grrrrr!

My hands flew to my stomach and I buried my face deeper into my pillow. He was right. I hadn’t eaten anything all day except the little pickings of food that I had this morning at the breakfast table.

I rolled over. Maybe if I ignored it, it would go…

Grrrrrrrr!!!

Damn it! It was even louder than before. If my stomach had little people living inside of it, I was certain that they were getting their pitchforks ready because I could feel a sharp stabbing pain in every part of my tummy.

A loud groan escaped my lips. I didn’t want to see his face. Maybe if I waited long enough, he would finish eating and leave the table and I could sneak my food into my room and eat alone.

It was the best plan and I powered through the growling and pitchfork-like pains for the next half an hour. God! I was never skipping breakfast again.

I made my way to the door and opened it just a crack. I poked my head out and surveyed the room. It was difficult to see the dining table from here but it looked empty. My ears itched for a slight sound, anything to convince me that Mr. Wright was either in his room or at the table but I heard none. The penthouse was deathly silent. Maybe he went out.

My feet tiptoed to the dining table.

“Thank God. He isn’t here and he left some food for me.”

I looked at the covered plate that was at the end of the table. My curiosity poked at me. What did he order?

“Lobster?!”

I stared at the red, clawed crustacean. I had never eaten one before. I picked up a fork and poked it. It didn’t move but it looked so alive. I could see its beady black eyes. I leaned closer. Those were eyes, right?

There was another covered dish and underneath was some steak and cooked vegetables. I sighed. This was something I was used to but I couldn’t help but want to eat the shelled fish. Whoever had set the table was kind enough to lay the arsenal for deshelling this massive red monster.

“Do you need help?”

I heard a gruff voice behind me and my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. How could someone so big move so quietly?

I didn’t turn away from the table and drew a deep breath.

“I don’t need any help,” I said coldly.

I covered back the dish and took the plates and cutlery in my hands. He stood in front of me, blocking my path to my room. I caught his gaze and his eyebrows were arched high.

“I am going to eat in my room.”

“I forbid it.” He said sternly, taking the plates from my hands and placing them back on the table. “It is called a dining table for a reason.”

I rolled my eyes. If he wasn’t going to let me eat in my room, then he could eat it by himself.

I walked past him to my door. The sharp pain in my stomach doubled and I doubled over.

“If you don’t eat, you will get an ulcer. Trust me. It isn’t pretty.”

“And how do you know?” I snapped, turning to him angrily.

“Because I have had one. It’s why I take meals so seriously.”

My anger fizzled away. This Adonis in front of me had been sick. He looked so handsome and young that it was difficult to imagine him in a hospital. If anything, I almost thought he found the fountain of youth with his heap of cash.

“I was working so hard when I was trying to get my business to take off. Many sleepless nights and missed meals. I fell so sick on the day of my launch. I was diagnosed with an ulcer and a few other problems…”

He ran his hands through his hair and his biceps strained against his shirt. His muscles seemed so chiseled against the tight fabric. Was he telling me the truth? Why was it so hard to believe?

“...Just eat something. Trust me, being mad at me isn’t worth getting sick over.”

I folded my arms across my chest. I wished I looked more serious. I was wearing a short cotton dress with pandas on it. I needed to get more professional nightwear.

“So you know that I am mad at you?” I questioned, trying my best to keep the snarkiness out of my voice.

“Yes. And you have every right to feel that way. I…”

He took a deep breath and gestured to the seat.

“Just eat something. Please.”

He sounded so defeated. His eyes were soft as he looked at me. His face gave very little away but his eyes… I could see shadows of regret dancing in them.

My lips pursed together in a hard line and I sat at the table. He sat on the other seat and the silence that hung between us was uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to heat up the steak and lobster for you? It should be cold by now.”

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

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