A Piece Of His Heart

Thirty-nine

Eliza

I had to drag myself out of bed. I was so, so tired that I couldn't barely even shift without a groan. The most frustrating thing was that I couldn't pinpoint the reason for my restlessness either. As romantic as it would sound, it wasn't true that my lack of sleep was because Waleed was away- it couldn't be. In the end, I just settled with the excuse that there was too much going on and my brain wasn't functioning all that right because of it.

But I didn't have a reason for loss of appetite. I hadn't had breakfast before heading to work either, instead politely brushed aside the maid- it didn't seem right to call her that- and told her that I wasn't in the mood.

Saad, who I'd resorted to just calling by his name because he said calling him 'sir' would be too formal, had already asked if I was okay after judging from the way I was dragging my feet behind me.

A hand touched my shoulder and I jerked, startled, as I turned in my seat to face Maira- the nice girl from the first day who'd waved at me. She pushed up her glasses that did nothing to hide the way her eyebrows were furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"

I plastered on a smile with much effort. "I'm alright. Just a little tired, that's all."

"Do you want to have lunch with me then?" She asked expectantly, but I guessed her offer had more to do with how my stomach had grumbled loudly just a few minutes ago than her need for my company.

"No, I'll be fine. Thank you, though."

Her hand and smile both fell. "Oh, sure. Take care of yourself, alright?"

I patted her arm gratefully before she walked off. Just as I was going to turn my chair back around, a strong hand clamped down on the backrest and kept me from turning. I blinked at the woman standing there, nearly glaring at me in accusation.

"You're coming with me." Aruba demanded.

"I am...?"

"Yep, come with me and I'll tell you why." She leaned down and cupped her face as she whispered in my ear. "I can't say here."

I figured that it had something to do with my 'identity' of being Waleed's wife that everyone else was still unaware of.

I followed her, albeit a little reluctantly, as she took me to the eighteenth floor. I didn't have a reason to be here with Waleed absent.

"I usually have lunch with Waleed," I must've shot her a pointed stare because grinned and added, "only as his assistant and friend," I didn't need to be jealous because I knew she wasn't like that but... "and since he isn't here and you look like you haven't eaten in days, we're going to eat together. If not him then his wife." She said with a roll of her shoulders and led me to her office.

I crossed my arms, a little annoyed. "Do I have to?"

I told myself that I was so irritable and cranky because my period was around the corner-

Wait.

My period... When exactly had I had it last? And I inwardly panicked as I walked behind her, mentally sifting through the calendar, only to remember I was almost two weeks off on my dates. Now, of course, it could be natural, or...

Shit. Waleed and I had been insatiable that one weekend. God, what was wrong with me if I couldn't even remember if we'd used protection each time or not?

"You okay?" I snapped out of my reverie to find Aruba giving me a quizzical look as she sat across from me on the couch. I didn't even realize we'd both sat down at some point.