My Boss is Literally from Hell!?

Part 6

I grumbled under my breath as I walked into the living room, the huge flat screen TV took up most of the wall, Avery lay sprawled in a leather recliner. I eyed her as she smiled happily, focusing back on the screen. I sat down on the couch eyeing the TV though I listened to Mr. Reynolds humming to himself from the kitchen. I sat up peeking over the couch as his back was turned; my eyes couldn't help but be drawn downwards.Avery threw a pillow at the back of my head, earning her a scorching look.

When we finally sat down for dinner I tried avoiding making eye contact with Mr. Reynolds. I had been so focused on trying to avoid him I almost missed what Avery was chatting about. When I looked to her though, she was purposely avoiding my eyes like I was Mr. Reynolds.

"But Sky doesn't want to go to the concert; she's a spoiled sport sometimes."

"Aver, I would love to let you go but your grades are slipping." Avery turned her eyes to Mr. Reynolds as if that would sway my resolve, though I had to give her points for effort.

"It sounds fun, why don't we all go together." I nearly choked on my spaghetti as Avery made a squealing noise.

"I'd kiss you if only Sky wasn't sexually attracted to you." I glared at her as Mr. Reynolds laughed into his napkin. Avery turned those innocent looking gray baby blues on me, I kept my face as cold as stone as she even decided to add a puppy dog face into the staring match.

"He's not the boss. I said if your grades weren't slipping it wouldn't be a problem." My gaze tore from Avery pinpointing to Mr. Reynolds who seemed unaffected by my anger.

"And thanks for adding your two cents sir, it was helpful. Avery I'll call the school and ask about a tutor." Avery sulked in her chair as if all the air had been deflated from her.

"If you want I can pay for the tutor..."

"Won't be a problem sir I can handle it." I could feel my appetite dwindling away as we sat in silence for a bit. Avery said her grades would improve soon in time for the concert and I should order the tickets now. Mr. Reynolds kept going on about how he knew I didn't have it in my budget for something like a tutor. My head was throbbing by the end of dinner, I found myself dumping the rest of my plate and heading upstairs to take a bath in silence. Slamming the door I turned to look in the mirror. The bruises had finally gone away but the cut was still visible on my neck. It was healing and wasn't too deep. But looking at my face I could see things were starting to get to me. I look drained, like I hadn't slept. Officially I just looked like crap. After filling the tub I pulled the curtains back just in case. I let myself sink down half way into the water enjoying the scalding heat and nice smell of the lavender bubble bath I had used.

"Why are you objecting to me helping you Skyler?" I jolted up grabbing the curtain, seeing Mr. Reynolds sitting on the counter with only a pair of sweats on his bare chest distracting me only for a moment.

"What the hell? Have you ever heard of a thing called knocking?!"

"Hmm, it didn't matter you took the liberty of hiding yourself, what a shame." I rolled my eyes, grabbing the curtain. I pulled it shut so I didn't have to look at him.

"We may need to have a little meeting of the boundaries that are needed sir."

"What did I tell you to call me?" I rolled my eyes as I put shampoo in my hair.

"I don't need your help with that sir, it's fine. I'm a big girl and can handle my own affairs." I pulled my knees up wrapping my arms around them and laid my head down with the headache returning.

"It just seems like you've been stressed a lot lately. I know you feel rushed, with having to move in with me, someone you barely know. I may be the Devil but for some odd reason I've grown quite fond of you."