Escort 18+ Unedited (COMPLETED)

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We haven't really talked after that night—Coco and I. I know she feels guilty about it and so far shes tried her best to keep her distance by avoiding me altogether in a polite way which makes it worse.

The only time she ever really speaks to me is in the morning during breakfast, which she always prepares and always says a polite hello to me. It's unnerving because I know it's nothing like she is. She snot quiet to this extent. I wish I never made her feel this way.

I have come to like that her blabbering, it's is not all too horrible and can be rather...amusing sometimes to say the least, what worries me though is how if presentedwith the opportunity she might never stop long enough to take proper breaths between her rambling. Even so it surprises me how little it bothers me if not at all.

Ms Bale has informed me when I am away on work duties about how Coco spends her day. Which isn't much fun to be completely honest. Her nose is constantly in a book as she scribbles thoughts on a piece of paper near by.

Or she's helping Ms Bale with cooking meals and cleaning even though I did not want her to do any chores. I don't mind her doing these things I just don't want her to feel like she has to do it because she's living here. I want her to be comfortable and...happy of sorts but if reading and chores is what she wants to do with her chores, who am I to stop her? I only wish that she doesn't work herself to hard.
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I return back home completely irritated and in the worst mood anyone can be in which I doubt Ms Bale won't mind giving me hell for. Work has been crazy with people constantly asking me where Coco was or when she'd come back. Well it's not like I would know the woman barely utters a word to me anymore. I mean how appealing can stories—fictional one's nonetheless, be that all she'd rather do is read.

But unfortunately that's not the only reason I'm annoyed. The queue to get one Boba tea was long to say the least and when I managed yo worm my way to the top, they messed up her order twice and spilled the third on my black Armani suit before getting it right and by then I had considered calling in that friend if mine who is a food critic and ask him to just shut down the place.

I stomp through the front door like a little child and up the stairs making my way to my bedroom which would have been smarter had I taken the elevator. Passing through the corridor I stopped before the cracked library door slightly illuminated by a candle that I certainly know isn't mine. I let the curiosity rule my judgment and open it wider to see Coco fast asleep on the bean bag cradling the book she was reading in her arms.

I watch her for a few minutes and decide that I don't think that sleeping on a bean bag can be of any comfort whatsoever. I place my things on the floor and the drink on the desk I the center of the room and pick her up bridal style in my arms marching out of the room. She says something incoherent and rests her chest right there where my heart beats, fitting my shirt like she'd never want to leave her as she smiles softly.

I lay her gently on her bed bringing the comforter up her body while she still hold onto my hand and when I pull away just like lats time she does not kept go. In fact her grip is really tight and as much as I'd like to stay there and watch her sleep like a creep, I don't. I have far too much work to be doing than watching someone sleep.

Yes far too much work

So I replace my hand with the little penguin soft toy on the right of the bed and she cradles it to her chest sighing softly in content. I feel my own features soften at that and take it as my cue to leave before I actually smile.

A couple hours later and I am completely engrossed to works—so much so that I don't hear the first three gentle knocks until the fourth one.

"Come in" I call out to the person at the other end of the door. A familiar soft face peeks at a little slit through the door way.