Chapter 20

• • • • Emily’s POV • • •

Later on, he left my office and I start working. I have to finish the work assigned to me by my ex-head of department be for starting anything new with Dickinson. It's my way of saying goodbye before starting my new job.

After hours of work, nonstop My phone rings ~ ~

I quickly pick it up as it snatches me off my intense work. “I'm down waiting for you!” Carter is on the line. “OMG!” I cry deep down. I forgot him completely. “Hold on, I will be down in a short while!” “Okay, don't waste time!” he argues. “Sure!” I off the call and I quickly tidy up.

“Where the hell are you going to?” Dickinson barges into my office. “I'm done for the day so I can leave and Carter is down waiting for me!” I reply without staring at him, I'm busy parking files.

“Call and tell him you can't make it!” he instructs with a fulfilled air that sucks. In shock, I quickly lift up my stares to him “You ain't serious right now, right?” I barely chuckle at his greed. “I'm damn serious. Call him!” he sticks with his emotionless glance fixed on me.

“I'm sorry, but I won't do it. I'm not yours!” I frown, seriously. It's not sounding funny any more. “From the moment you stepped your feet into this office, you became mine!” he valiantly proclaims with some hints of supremacy dispelling his face.

“Wow, wow!. Seriously, I didn't see this coming. But, what was I thinking?” I clap my hands in defeat “You're so selfish! But it's fine I'm leaving this office first thing tomorrow morning!” I grab my handbag which is just right in front of me and I get up.

“There is no way back and you know it!” he chides. “Whatever, I'm done with this conversation!” I pursue my way out. “Emile, come back here!” he yells and I bang the door at his voice. I quickly take the lifter.

“Shit!” he brutally hit the door and he moves to his office. He pours out a glass of whiskey.

The phone rings ~ ~ and he picks it up “Sir, the divorce papers were successfully delivered!” a man informs “Great!” he offs the call and he strolls to his window side while sipping his drink.

“I thought you changed your mind!” Carter's mode change from worried to happy one when he sees me coming from a distance. I simply smile at him. He opens the car door and I seat in.

While Dickinson is watching us up from his widow. He struts there until Carter drives off.

Carter and I planned to have a home dinner date for the first a few days ago but unfortunately, we didn't so I guess we will have it today.

“I hope you are ok!” Carter feels the animosity around me. I'm searching for the right way to put an end to all this facade and it's surely not something easy. I enjoy his presence as well as I enjoy that of Dickinson. “OMG, I will tell him when the the right time comes” I try to relax. “I'm ok!” I nod at him with a smile. “Fine” he smiles.

After a few minutes of drive, he parks the car in front of his apartment and I walk out of the car before he open it for me. I can't help but let my mind wanders.

“This way!” he struts by the door calling for my attention. I'm still standing by the car, I didn't notice when he left. “Oh!” I follow him into the living room. I take a seat on the couch.

His house parlour isn't that big about twenty meter squar although his furniture look beautiful and very expensive. Overall everything is nice and very comfortable.

“What do you want to drink, whiskey or wine?” he asks as soon as we enter the living room. He suddenly gets agitated. “Any!” I exclaim I'm still trying to adjust. “Fine, I have the best wine for you, it's twenty years old. I have been keeping it for a great occasion!” he explains with lots of enthusiasm.

“Wow! And what are we celebrating?” I wonder aloud to keep the conversation. “You being here with me today, is all I've ever wished for!” he becomes sweet. He goes and takes the wine and he gaily serves me the. “Thank you!” I nod. “Don't mention!” then he leaves to the kitchen and stays there for a while.

“Do you need help?” I scream from the living room. Actually, I'm so exhausted and I don't want to help. “No, it's fine. It will be ready in a few minutes!” he screams from the kitchen. “Fine!” I comfortably lean on his couch and I on the television.

A few minutes he fixes the table and we have dinner with candles on, no light, slow and low music. In fact, everything to call it a romantic dinner and I'm enjoying it. After eating I move back to the couch while Carter tidy up the table.

After taking a few glasses of wine, it's like I'm getting tipsy. Alcohol doesn't love me no matter how hard I try. A few sips get me drunk.

Carter seats by me “You’re very beautiful, tonight!” he gradually shifts the hair coating my beautiful face behind my ears and I simply smile at him. “I love when we spend time together” he caress my jaw while shifting closer with his body then with his face until our lips begin to rub that of each other. He finally grabs my lips and he begins to kiss me.

“Sorry carter!” I flinch, bulging at the same time with one hand on his chest and one hand on my mouth. Unexpectedly, I throw upon him. OMG! it's so nasty to glimpse at, wine mixed up with the food and every, burrkkk… “I'm so, so, so sorry!” I cry and I run to the toilet “it's fine” he follows me and he gives me some tissue. I quickly wash my mouth and I walk out. While he remains. Everything went on him.

I'm still feeling tipsy. I fall on the couch exhausted. While Carter changes his dresses and when he comes back he fined me sleeping on the couch. He hurries into his room to take his blanket and he covers me.

He sleeps in his room.

I shudder out of sleep with a head ache and a very blurred vision. I quickly check my phone and the time shows to eight am “Shit, Carter why didn't you wake me up” I yell as I see him walking into the parlour well dress and ready for work with a tray in his hands.

“I was coming to wake you up. I didn't want to wake you up so early. You needed to rest and I made you some breakfast!”. I “Aww thank you it's so lovely!” I perk him on the jaw and I hurry to the bayhh room. I take a quick bath and I wear the same dresses.

Once I'm done I hurry him and I quickly eat his breakfast though I don't eat much since I have no time left.

“Please can you drop me at work?” I plead though it's useless. “Of course!. Should I drop you at home first, so that you can change first” grab bag and car keys as we walk out to the garage.

We get into the car, then he drives off. The gate is being open by the security personnel of the whole building.

“Please call my mum, she must be damn worried now.“ I walk out of his car. Then as I'm going I spin back to him, murmuring “Thank you for everything!” through the window and he simply blushes. “Should I pick you after work” he asks. I give him a weird stare. “Just to drop you home, I promise!” had anticipates. “Okay, fine!” with that, I walk away while he drives off to work.

I rush into the building, nearly press the lifter to my old floor. Luckily, I remember on time “Shit” and I press the right floor number on the lifter.

It opens and the first thing, my stare meets that of Naomi, shit!. She scrutinises me like a secret detective yet she dares not say a word. I run into my office without minding her. I'm getting used to it. Once I get in, I try to close the door with the list sound possible.

“I thought you show up today!” his works hit me like a bomb and I frown. I'm still trying to close the door and I continuing facing it for quite some time. “What were you guys celebrating?. Your promotion” he adds.

“Nate, don't be silly, he knows nothing about all of these!” I finally gather courage and boldly face to him. He’s seat on my side of the desk, on my chair. “I see this is more of a chain than a promotion. Be clear about your intentions and tell me frankly” now I'm mad at him.

“What do you mean?” he immediately get up and strolling to me. “Spare me this, you know what I mean!” I scold. “We already discussed all these and I keep repeating myself!” he gets apprehensive. “I can't remember, please do remind me of what was surmised!” I widen my glance.

“How will you remember when you stink, alcohol, wearing the same dresses as yesterday” he just realise “You slept at his place!” this renders him more bitter. “It’s no of your business!” I rush to my side of the desk far away from him as he’s remark destabilises me. “It is!” he severely scolds.

“Nate, get out of my office! Now!” I scream. He immediately leaves banging the door behind him. “Shit!” I hit the table and I fall on my seat