Chapter nineteen

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“Do sit and make yourself at home, I always have to make that request, don’t I?” I raise my eyebrow even though he won’t see since he has his back to me but just to give me the bad ass feels, oh yeah.

“You don’t make a request,” I stress the request just so he knows before sitting like he told me to. “You command me like I’m your puppet.” I glare at his well sculpted back, I do need to make that point known, damn how would he look naked because even dressed in multiple layers you can tell he has a strong back, good for cardio.

Wink. If you get what I mean. Hehehe.

I try to stifle my giggle at my inner joke but it still slipped out, I cover it with an awkward laugh not wanting to explain my thoughts to him. I don’t think he’ll appreciate me picturing what he can do with that—wait, Annie, discard those thoughts immediately.

I cough again but this time to clear my throat before squaring my shoulders and sitting up, like all those classy ladies in English movies, it doesn’t work and I rest back, my banana shaped heaven.

“Have you considered seeing a psychiatrist?” I wanted to mutter no before I realized he just insulted me. I return the favor ten fold but mentally, I don’t really have it in me to tell him rubbish to his face, especially not with the way he makes my whole body hot.

“You can recommend yours, it will be much appreciated.” I smirk, feeling on top of the world for pulling off that amazing reply without stuttering because my heart is beating at a rather rapid pace.

“I’ve never had any experience with them, I can ask my assistant to book an appointment for you. Take it as a gift from a friend.” I ignore the jab and ask instead. “We’re friends?”

I can hear the smile in his voice when he replies, “We can be more, you just have to ask for it,”

I scoff, so much pride in one person. He may have a velvet voice and beautiful back and a good for a wicked thrust kind of long legs but I’m not going to so much as ask him for anything, well maybe except advice, he does give good advice, I’ll give him that.

A part of my mind reminds me of a certain throbbing in a very certain part of my body while the more sensible slightly functioning part of my last two brain cells reminds me of the success of my reconciling with my friends, a small thanks to his good advice and help.

“And thank you, you didn’t give me a chance to say that last night.”

“I would much rather you thank me in a different way but what are you grateful for?” I did not feel a spark at his voice, at all!

It is like whenever he takes more than a minute before speaking his voice gets deeper and I feel it deep in me, very deep.

“The erm, erm, advice yesterday, we’re on good terms with all my friends now.” I see him nod but that’s all I get. Seriously?

“And your sister? Have you reconciled with her?” the thought or Emma brings a bitter taste to my lips and I shake my head, well aware he couldn't see me.

“Not yet, but I’ll try and speak with her.”

He moved his hand probably to check the time before putting it in his pocket, “You should go, I have a late meeting in a few minutes."

I didn't know what I felt when he said that but I'm sure I had no business feeling it which is why I didn't reply, I mean I still have no business but I couldn't find it in me to just speak so I nod, quite intentional since I know he can't see me.

"Catherine," There he goes again with that toe curling tone.

I won't let it affect me, nope, I feel nothing, zilch, nada.

"Catherine." I think dragonflies just erupted in my stomach, not just butterflies, this is too much for butterflies.

"You can go," He said in a resigned voice and like the first million times tonight, I glare at his back before standing and stomping out, making it a point to shut the door with a loud bang.

I stomp, yes I literally stomped all the way to the changing room. Something about my face must have given away my off mood because people avoided me.

Garcia is mostly gone by this time that's why I was shocked when I saw her sitting by the dresser with her phone in hand and a paper bag atop the table.

"What's up Gar?" My annoyed definitely not jealous mood is not as important when I see how lost in thought she looked.

One thing I liked about Gar is she talks me as though I'm an adult, I mean I am but you know how some grown ups can be and they'll be like you'll understand when you're older.

She doesn't do that to me, she said I'm quite mature for my age and would rather seek my advice than more than half the other girls in the club.

"I'm fucked," She replied in her thick Mexican accent.

I drag one of the chairs in the room and sit opposite her taking in her sagged shoulders and red swollen eyes.

"Oh my God, Gar what happened to you?" I take her hands in mine and move closer, comforting the only way I can.

"I...I think I'm pregnant Cathy," My eyes widen and a breath leaves my lips.

That is not good, at all.

"How? Why? When? What the fuck?" I don't think I'm making it any better but I'm just so confused. PREGNANT?!

She always uses protection, always. It was part of the club's rule. Sure they tested their clients and all but still using protection is a must to avoid pregnancy and complications.

Pregnancy, dear lord, of that fucking bastard Damon would fire her. Pregnancy equals bye bye job.