We Find Love

Chapter Seventeen

"Good afternoon Soncerae—How was shopping?" Jackie questions, following me into my room.

"We got everything we needed and more, the kids are more than prepared for Italy," I turn to her. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I question.

"Yes," she sighs. "Mr. Frechette requested your presence as soon as you returned home, I'll take the kids down to dinner—"

"We already had dinner," I tell her. "We went to dinner in the city, they're getting ready for bed now—I'll be down in a minute," I say, and she nods.

"Alright then," she says.

"I'm sorry that this is how things have to be—I know there are a million other things you have to do in your day," I tell her.

"Just another day's work," she sighs. I bite the inside of my cheek and nod. She leaves the room, and I kick off my shoes. Making my way down to Misha's office, where he no doubt was waiting. I pass by one of the dens, where I hear Sadie and her friends whispering and giggling back and forth. I make it to Misha's main office, knocking lightly on the door before pushing inside. Misha sits behind his desk, drinking a glass of rum—I could tell by the color, and looking at his computer screen.

"You requested my presence?" I question, stepping into the room.

"Ah yes—I need to talk to you," he says. "Close the door behind you," he says, I shut the door behind me, stepping more into the room.

"Actually—I wanted to speak to you too," I tell him.

"Well, uh—You go first," he says.

"Listen, Misha," I say, walking forward. "I know what we are exactly, or what you want out of me, but—I respect myself too much to continue to be a secret, and I know a decision like this is really hard, and this decision could hurt multiple people but—You're going to have to choose between Sadie and me, we can't continue this relationship like this," I say, Misha, freezes slightly, setting down his glass.

"I see—" he says.

"You don't have to make the decision now—But until you do, I don't think we should see each other anymore," I say, he tenses briefly before nodding.

"I understand," he says, clearing his throat.

"And what did you need to speak to me about?" I question.

"Uh—Nothing," Misha says, sitting up in his seat. "I forgot—I'll let Jackie know once I remember," he says, and I nod.

"Alright—" I say.

"Alright," he says.

"Okay—Good night," I nod, before turning and ducking out of the room quickly, my stomach in knots. I can still hear Sadie and her friends giggling in the other room, so she probably didn't even notice me down here. I make my way upstairs into my room, crawling under my blankets, and trying to reassure myself that I made a good decision.

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The weeks leading up to the trip were dreadful.

On top of taking care of Orson and Embry, dealing with their schoolwork, and preparing them for the trip. I had to work for the magazine, and deal with every nip-picky task that Sadie felt should fall onto me. Whether it was re-organizing the kid's closets, so they were more presentable, or random meal prepping. A senseless task that she was doing to keep me busy so that I wasn't anywhere near Misha—Who has started working from home more frequently, meaning we see each other more often.