I Do... Not Want My Boyfriend

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

--Clay--

"You can't be serious." I replied, deadpanned. Thatcher sat before me, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

Two devilish black orbs stared back at me. "Come on Clay, you knew that once you worked for me it was like signing your life over."

I let out a sharp laugh. "I didn't think you would ship me off to California!"

Thatcher smiled. His husband, Rueben, placed his hand on Thatcher's shoulder, meaning I had no help within this decision. I was going to California whether I wanted to or not. I had signed myself over to the devil and now he was coming back to bite me in the butt. My heart suddenly ached as I thought about Elspeth-as I thought about what I would be leaving behind. My fist slammed on the desk before me in anger.

Some of Thatcher's goons had dragged me here without my permission; I was currently sitting in Thatcher's office that was located in North Carolina. It wouldn't surprise me if he had an office in every state of the country.

Rueben followed behind his husband, narrowing his eyes at my upset expression. My mind was still swimming with anger. Just when I thought everything between her and I was going well. Thatcher had to come and ruin everything. It was nothing new.

"You can bring her with you if you want, but you'll still have to go." Rueben suggested with a smug smile.

I shook my head in disapproval. "I'm not uprooting her from her own home and her own life. I can't do that to her."

Thatcher nodded. He suddenly leaned forward in his intimidating office chair and propped his elbows up on his redwood desk. His black eyes peered into my own. "We have two tickets. The flight is next week Tuesday. Say your goodbyes. We've already taken care of everything at your school. Details of your housing and new school will be delivered soon. Be prepared Clay, we've got much in store for you. So much," Thatcher explained. His eyes had this creepy looking-into-the-future face expression that made my skin crawl.

His husband was nodding along in agreement and I wanted to stick my tongue out at the two. Instead I nodded my head and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair that sat before these two devils. They both gave me those charming smiles that would have anyone dropping to their knees in worship.

I was far from worshiping. Instead, my shoulders slumped with the realization that despite my best efforts, Elspeth still wasn't within my grasp.

***

--Elspeth--

I yawned and rolled over in my spot on the bed. I nearly jumped two feet in the air when I realized that Clay's face was in my line of vision. "Clay?"

He was leaning over my sleeping body, his milky brown eyes assessing me in what appeared to be despair. I sleepily rubbed my eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head and suddenly smiled; only I could tell that the smile was half forced. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed. Missy mewed, putting her two cents in. I groaned. "Please, listen to the kitten, let me sleep!"

Clay chuckled. It was now Saturday and today was the day that I planned to do the funeral for Jimmy. It was going to be a surprise for my grandparents, but I was hoping that this would be the release they needed to get over Jimmy's demise.

"Come on Arden, if I don't wake you up now you'll never get up." Clay explained his voice husky and sleep-ridden.

I squealed when he threw me over his shoulder and started running down the hallway over to the bathroom. I scowled as I threw punches to his big ole back. "Let me down! I demand freedom!" I called.