I Won't Fall For You | ✔️

▪︎\\Chapter Twenty One

Something seemed a bit off today.

I was back at work and I was thankful that the bruise on my cheek had disappeared.

The first thing I noticed was how well dressed everyone was, like there was going to be a party. Next thing was that Mordechai wasn't here and neither was Tif. Not saying it was a problem because it was good for me, but it was truly odd.

As I sat in my office, trying to finish some files, my phone started ringing. I checked the screen and saw that it was Franco.

"Hello," I answered, placing the phone at my ear.

"Hey, how are you?" he asked in a cheery voice.

"I'm fine," I replied, then got up and left the office. I really needed to use the bathroom.

"That's good to hear. I woke up this morning and... I started thinking about you."

I stopped just as I was about to reach for the door handle. I could hear his shallow breathing over the phone. I didn't believe a word he said. Even if he was thinking about me, it would only be my body.

"You don't believe me, do you?" he asked after a few seconds.

"Should I?" I replied bluntly, stepping into the bathroom and closing myself into one of the stalls.

"Give me a sec," I said, before placing the phone on mute and doing my business.

There was something about Franco that didn't sit well with me. I wasn't fully sure but I didn't trust him. I wondered if I had slept with him already, would he still be in contact with me? Most likely not. He didn't seem like the settle down type.

After finishing up, I took the phone off mute and went to wash my hands.

"I'm back," I said, just as I heard him shuffling around, followed by the faint sound of a shower turning on.

"Yes, can I call you later? I'm going to take a shower... or maybe you can still talk to me while I wash my body," he said, chuckling at the end.

"No thanks," I replied quickly before ending the call.

Franco was definitely something else. I was starting to think he might be sex-crazed. Or maybe just sex-deprived? Well, he couldn't be, he'ss rich and can have any woman he wants.

I was done trying to figure him out. All I had to do was see how he acted when I'll have dinner with him on Saturday.

I looked in the mirror for a few seconds before leaving the bathroom.

Mordechai was standing at my office door talking to this well dressed man. He wore a bright coloured suit - too bright for business if you asked me. He had a small beard and his hair was a brown washed out colour that was swaying all over the place.

Mordechai's eyes met mine and I walked up to them. I suddenly got the attention of the man he was talking to. Up close, his face wasn't that bad looking and he had a beauty spot under his bottom lip.

Beauty spots are to die for.

"This is my personal assistant Miss Collins," Mordechai said. The man smiled before reaching out and taking my hand, and surprisingly kissing it.

Such a beauty. I'm Denver O'Mard, nice to meet you," he said, continuing to play with my fingers. Mordechai grew impatient, tapping his fingers against his tie.

"You too, sir," I replied softly. He smiled before releasing my hand.

"Shall we continue?" Mordechai asked, looking at Denver.