The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 8

I slept in the guest room. I didn't want to be anywhere near that ungrateful jack ass. And when I woke up, I showered and got dressed in the guest bathroom before making my daughter some breakfast.

I fixed my daughter's plate, giving her a little bit of everything. One pancake, two strips of turkey bacon, and some scrambled eggs. I turned away from the stove and set the plate down in front of her.

"Thank you, mommy."

"You're welcome, bunny." I leaned in and kissed the top of her head. "Eat up. We have to leave in thirty minutes."

Harvey's son, our new driver, should be arriving in half an hour. I'm hoping that in Harvey's absence, his son won't fuck everything up. I'm not expecting him to be perfect like his father, but to be decent. At least.

I made myself a plate, in no mood for a sugary treat this morning. For the first time ever. I did make myself some coffee, though. I can't afford to spare a day when it comes to my coffee.

"Do we have a new driver?" Everly asked.

I wish it didn't have to be this way. But it is. And as much as I hate it, we're going to have to just deal with it.

"Yeah," I replied with a nod before bringing my mug up to my lips and taking a sip. "Daddy hired him. He's Harvey's son."

Based on the frown on her face, she wasn't too happy about our new replacement.

"Oh," was all she said, poking the sharp end of her fork into her eggs and sticking it in her mouth.

It didn't matter that it was Harvey's son. It wasn't Harvey.

God, I really hope he's not an asshole. I don't have time for a driver with an attitude. A Chauffeur without manners is like Queen Elizabeth II without her Corgi's. They come as a packaged deal.

I had to look away to keep from my rolling my eyes when Sam walked in. He was dressed in a suit, per usual. It was black this time.

I heard him set something down. His work bag. Then I heard the coffee pot. He'd made himself a cup.

"Is this new driver nice like grandpa Harvey, daddy?"

"I told you to stop calling him that. He's not your grandpa."

I gripped my mug tighter.

No arguing in front of Everly.

"And it doesn't matter if this guy is nice or not. His job is to be your chauffeur. Nothing more. Do you understand?

I looked between Sam and our daughter. She nodded slowly, the expression on her face a sad one.

"Good." Sam circled the island and leaned down to kiss her temple and give her shoulder a squeeze. "Have a good day at school. I love you, bunny."

"I love you, too," she whispered, the both of us watching him leave as he said nothing to me. Like I were a ghost burdening his home.

I scoffed. Not an "I love you, too, Celeste." Or even a "I'm sorry about what I said." Nothing. Like I expected. Unless I nag it out of him, he's not going to say or do shit.

No longer in the mood for coffee, I dumped the rest of the contents down the sink. I've never done that before. But, there's a first time for everything. I watched the dark brown liquid disappear down the drain before leaving the mug in the sink.

I sighed. "Come on, Ev. This new guy should be here soon."

Why don't I know his name?

If Harvey had told me, I don't remember it. And I didn't bother asking Sam after he insulted me.