Page 11 of Adore Me
I so hope that is what he wants to do because I can't take this anymore. I miss him so much even though we live together. I miss the way he would laugh at my goofy sides and make fun of me when I said something stupid. The way he knew what to say when I needed comfort.
I just miss him. I love him and I can't live like this anymore. Vincent woke me up and I feel things now that I thought only existed in books.
When I got to work, everyone stopped me and asked how I was doing. The only person that I really want but didn't want to see was Anne. We still haven't spoken so I am worried that we are still arguing or something. However, I did still correspond with his family and have gotten to know the other three women in his life.
On my desk was a dozen pink roses. I looked at them and breathed in their scent too. Most definitely Vincent. Anne looked up and gave me a confused smile and I felt my insides shift. She didn't want to say hi first or apologize but I am the one who messed up not her.
We have been friends and family forever. I wasn't going to let these years go to a waste over this. I knew why she did what she did. It still doesn't mean that I don't hurt from it because I do. A small side of me still feels like I was betrayed or something, but I know she only meant well. It’s not in her nature to malicious.
"Hi, Anne. How are you?" I asked as I put my purse down and smelled the roses. My desk held about three piles of folders and packets. Today was going to be long.
"Hi, how are you feeling?" She asked quietly and worked through her own piles. Anne still hadn't looked at me and looked as if she was paying close attention to her files.
As soon as I sat in my seat, I kicked off my shoes and crossed my legs. The piles of folders were very intimidating, but I need to work this out with Anne. "Are we going to talk about this?"
She looked around the office and shrugged before turning in her chair to look at me. "Vans, I am not going to apologize for what I did. This is all getting way too dangerous and I'm so worried about you."
My eyes started to sting, and I just knew tears are brewing. "Annie, I know why you did it, but it upset me at the time because I felt betrayed."
Anne adjusted herself and walked/rolled her chair over to the front of my desk. I put my hands together and rested my elbows on the desk while I'm waiting for what is about to be said. "Can you keep a secret?" I gave her the 'duh' look and then she looked around. "Ronnie has been talking about going legit and that is how we came up with that plan. This life is too... unpredictable and I don't like it," she shook her head as if confirming what she said is right.
"Really?" Did not expect this to happen. Before, Anne and I used to talk about everything and now we both are keeping secrets. "Well... howabouthat."
Her phone buzzed and she smiled as she responded back. "Yeah, I'm ready and I think he is too. What kind of life can we have while we worry about hits?"
I pursed my lips as I gave her statement time to sink in. She did have a point. Worrying about children and how they are going to be targeted is awful... I would never be able to relax while knowing my kid is out and about. Hell, I would probably become a recluse and home school them. "I get it. You gotta do what you need to do. No matter what, I got your back."
She smiled and then clicked her nails on my desk which caused my eyes to fall on a very shiny bracelet. I must have been staring pretty hard because her eyes followed my line of vision and she gave me a big smile. "I've been pretty down this month and my hubby wanted to make me feel better."
I leaned over and pushed up her sleeve. Glitter! The bracelet caught my attention and I subconsciously went to play with mine. My other hand went to grab it only to just grab my skin. Yeah, I forgot I took it off and left it on my dresser. Anne's bracelet is filled with all different stones and a small rope like style. "It’s beautiful."
A dream like look took over her facial features and a faint smile twisted her lips. "Yeah, so how are you feeling?"
"I would be doing better if we could squash everything and move on." Neither of us are known grudge holders and we typically don't stay mad at each other for too long.
Anne clapped her hands and squealed while laughing. "Deal!" She jumped out of her chair and ran towards me. In a matter of seconds, her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck.
When she ran back to her desk, I asked questions. "How's the new place working out?" I still haven't seen her new penthouse and I am curious as to what it looks like. Her style is very feisty, so I expect it to be full of bright colors and different types of prints.
She giggles and rubs her hands together. "I love it. I feel like Ronnie and I have our own little island when we are there together," I love the dream like state of her face and her tone.
We answer the phones in between our conversation. "Have your parents been to see it? I bet they would like it." I know that since they moved south, they haven't been traveling all that much. I keep trying to set aside time to go see them since they mean a ton to me, but time is not on my side mostly.
"No, Mom and Dad are going to go for a cruise, and they are leaving from New York to go so they are staying for a night."
I clapped my hands together and opened up a listing that Anne got last week that I need to do some research on the area. Anne is the go getter and I am the type who loves to do research. Research is fun for me because I love to tinker on the Internet.
"That should be fun!" I want to ask if she and Ronnie have rescheduled their honeymoon or what is going on with that, but I decide against it because it hedges on a dangerous topic that I want to forget about.
At a quarter to one, Anne and I left the building and walked to our meeting. I was very nervous about this meeting especially because that is a ton of money on the line.
We sat in the corner of the bistro and waited for our client. I just took a sip of my wine when I see a gorgeous man walking through the door. Dark hair and blue eyes with a chiseled jaw to set it off.
I gripped Anne's arm as this man came walking toward us. "Holy hell. Who is that?" I whispered to her, but she didn't get to answer me since the man fluidly sat in his seat.
"Hello ladies. I am Alphonse. I have heard wonderful things about your work," his accent was delicious. He must be Italian.
My tongue wouldn't work. My hands were gripped into fists and I silently begged myself to pull it together. This is so not good! All I need is for him to tell any of the guys that I was staring at him like a bitch in heat.
