My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 40

Enora:

Sleeping last night was difficult. My wrist still hurt even after I put the ointment on it before going to bed and I ended up waking up hours before my alarm and just stared at the ceiling. Today was the gala but I wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t a new feeling, though. I never really like parties.

Over on the dressing was the measly amount of makeup that I had. I had chosen my dress and it was in the wardrobe and my shoes were next to the wardrobe as well.

My inability to sleep on time left me the time to get ready for the gala. It was a business one and the last thing I wanted was to make Mr. Wright late. I had only been here for a week and put my job on the line in so many ways. I wasn’t going to risk another strike.

I curled into my blanket and sighed. Mr. Wright and what happened at dinner last night had been on my mind. A loud groan escaped my lips and I kicked up the blanket in frustration. Why did I have to go and ruin everything? I was such a wrecker.

He apologized and we had the best sex of the century. I showered and he took the time to make dinner and all I could do was yell at him for asking what was wrong.

“He doesn’t have the right to pry,” my inner voice chipped in. “Private life is private life. It is not like you go about asking him what’s wrong when he is in a bad mood. You respect his space.”

I rolled my eyes again. There goes my head making perfectly good points that I couldn’t dispute. But, there had to be a better way to have handled it instead of just lashing out at him. I mean…he said he cared about me and his questions were just because he was looking out for me.

I grabbed the pillow, hugged it to my chest, and lay like that for hours, staring into nothingness while my mind did all the work. It was like I had transcended space and time because when I was finally aware of what was going on around me, my alarm went off loudly and the sun was just above the horizon.

An ugly feeling raided my stomach. I would have to go and pick out Mr. Wright’s clothes for the gala and that meant seeing him! The pillow absorbed my angry groans and I kicked nagrily like a little toddler. Why did I put myself in these kinds of situations? It was getting old.

My feet dragged on the floor as I got to the bathroom to have a shower. I wasn’t sure if we were going to the office today. I should have asked Mr. Wright if today was a work-free day because of the gala.

“Maybe if you hadn’t been such an arsehole yesterday, you would have been able to ask him.”

I sighed under the cold water. My head was right. I guess I was going to wear something corporate. If he said otherwise, I could always go and change.

After brushing my teeth, I hopped out of the shower and busied myself with picking something to wear. I finally settled on a black blouse with grey office pants. Generic office wear. I wasn’t ready to rummage for something else.

I got dressed, arranged my curly hair, and headed to Mr. Wright’s room. I was scared to knock but I noticed that his door was ajar. Without thinking, I pushed it open slowly and headed inside.

Empty. His bed was made and there was no one in the room. I listened hard for bathroom sounds but it was silent as a graveyard. I was puzzled. I checked my watch. I was just a few minutes past six. He couldn’t have gone to work without me. Maybe he was in the kitchen.

I walked briskly to the kitchen but it was empty. There was no one home except me. I soon began to panic. Was he that mad at me that he opted to just get up and leave?

Damn it! I was such a pain! Why did I have to be so mad at him? He didn’t even do anything wrong.

I paced around the living room. My mind bringing up the most ridiculous concepts of what might have happened to him and my brain was painstakingly debunking all of them.

“Maybe I should call him. Maybe he did leave without me.”

Just as I was about to go to my room and grab my phone, I heard the lock of the door click. I was dumbstruck as he walked in. Covered in sweat in a tank top and grey shorts that…

His eyebrows were raised high as he looked at my dress. I felt so stupid. I guess today was a work-free day. God, this was the most uncomfortable situation I had ever been in.

“Good morning, Sir.”

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