My Brothers Best Friend [18+]

Chapter Thirty One

A sprinkle of dust across the table tells me that the cleaners also didn't work over Christmas. The bin is full of pulled crackers and candy wrappers, holly still hung up on the framed pictures of different cities, and a string of Christmas lights have been left off and are now so dim it's difficult to tell they're even blinking. 

The mess doesn't exactly scream 'come back to work and be happy!' 

Chelsea dropped her laptop next to mine in the round table room an hour ago and we haven't said a word to each other since. I've got twenty three emails to reply to and another Christmas campaign related document to fill in before lunch. We then have team meetings until the end of the day to go over our quarterly targets. 

I continue staring at the spreadsheet sent by our revenue manager, hoping that the numbers will begin to make sense if I burn them into my retinas. It's ten in the morning but I'm already drinking my second coffee. 

My phone vibrates on the table. 

"Noah?" Chelsea mumbles. 

I scoff, which elicits an all-knowing smirk from her. 

She is fully aware that Noah and I haven't spoken two words to each other since yesterday afternoon. I found out he doesn't date or sleep with people he isn't in love with, I ran from the room as quickly as possible, and Matt hasn't seemed to leave our sides since. 

Noah even managed to convince Matt to go the long way to work this morning, meaning he dropped me off at work with my brother in the front seat just to avoid the awkward conversation with me. 

Is he in love with me? After just these few short months? 

Or did his attitude change when I moved in with the two of them, and suddenly readily available sex was just on the couch downstairs?

The numbers blur in front of my eyes. 

"I'm tired of overthinking Noah," I groan. "Tell me about your problems." 

She taps her fingers on the table, slamming her laptop shut after doing so. The chair she sits in squeaks as she turns it towards me. 

"My mother is overbearing, I haven't had sex in three months, Tony take two working days to text me back, and I think I'm developing lactose intolerance." She holds up a new finger as she lists each one. 

I blink. Once. 

And then a grin breaks out from somewhere deep within me. 

"Tony from the club? Damien Mierro's Tony?" 

"Who?" She shakes her head when my eyes widen. "But yes, the guy from the club. I gave him my number while Noah was practically fingering you in front of his friends." 

My cheeks blaze. 

I look through the windows next to us despite the door being closed, knowing that nobody outside this room can hear us. But there's hardly anyone in the office. Mohammed booked annual leave for the rest of the week and it seems that a few other people took the same initiative. Loretta is sat at her desk at the far end of the room.

Zach is still nowhere to be seen. 

It took me almost a full panic attack to walk into the building an hour ago knowing that I'd have to explain my... escapades, to Zach. Luckily, he texted the group chat that he's be late due to a personal appointment. Maybe he can't bare facing me either. 

Maybe he can't bare having to fire me. 

I shove that thought to the very pits of my mind and clear my throat.