Page 63 of My Orc Billionaire
I toldmyself it was stupid to cry this much.
Myself didn’t listen.
It had been a week since Abydos had flown to Colorado; a week since that disastrous meeting in his office.Meeting, ha! As if such a tame word could be applied to something so life-altering. He licked me until I came, he called me his good girl, he fucked me standing upright, I screamed his name…and then he fired me.
He made love to you upright.
Oh, yes, excuse me.Made love. Scowling, I spooned another big bite of mint chocolate chip ice cream into my mouth.
And he didn’t exactly fire you.
Right.
He just paid off my debt, my reason for working for him, and then said he didn’twantme working for him.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned as the brain freeze set in.
I threw the spoon into the sink and pressed my tongue to the top of my mouth to stop the pain as I fumbled for the lid to the ice cream container. I couldn’t even wallow in misery properly, huh?
You’re doing a pretty good job of it.
Swell. A vote of confidence from my stupid subconscious.
Outside the kitchen’s bay window, a gorgeous autumn sunset was painting the sky a disgustingly unrealistic shade of pinky purple. Maybe it would be consideredprettyif I were in a better mood, but I couldn’t help but feel a good thunderstorm would have been more fitting.
Thunderstorms remind you of Abydos.
Yeah. For the rest of my life, I’d think of him whenever I saw lightning—oh God, there go my tears again.
I dropped my forehead against the door of the large freezer. Everything hurt—my chest, my eyes, my head. Yesterday, Sami had asked if I would make side dishes for theKap’paral—the Thanksgiving-slash-harvest-festival-meal was going to be even bigger this year than last—and I stupidly agreed. But I wasn’t going to be able to accomplish anything, feeling like this. And how was I supposed to go hang out with a bunch of orcs and their Mates and pretend like my heart wasn’t breaking?
The limbo was the hardest part.
No it’s not.
I snorted and straightened, pushing away from the freezer. No, I’dchosenthe limbo thing. Each morning I woke up and wondered if I should just go ahead and resign. Would that be easier than waiting for an official letter terminating my job? Maybe, but I hadn’t done it yet, hadn’t started packing my things, hadn’t mentioned to Mom I might be moving back in.
Why? Because I’m stubborn.
If Abydos wanted me gone, he was going to have to tell me himself. Look me in the eye and fire me. Or at least, type it out in an official letter and sign it.
Just acknowledge me.
With a sigh, I began to rinse the dishes and load them into the dishwasher.
It had been a week without hearing anything from him, a week without any acknowledgement. This couldn’t go on forever; I might be living in this house to get around the coding regulations, but eventually Abydos was going to return. He’d have to see me again.
And when that happened, I wasn’t sure how I could handle it.
A tear dropped into the water that filled the pot I was scrubbing too vigorously.
Because if Ididhave to look him in the eye and hear him say he didn’t want me anymore, I wasn’t sure I could be strong. I missed Abydos; I missed feeling him here in the house, I missed talking with him, and yeah, of course I missed touching him. I missed cooking for him—hells, I’d been eating mac and cheese for five days straight.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Mac and cheese was a wonderful comfort food, and I needed all the comfort I could get. I wondered if I could get donuts delivered too.Hmmm.
“Hello?”
