The CEO of mafia

VII

In the morning I woke up to a knocking sound at my front door again. I grunt quietly with a breath as I sit up. My hand immediately going to my face and rubbing my eye to wake up quicker.

I blink a few times before throwing my feet off to the side of my bed and sitting on the edge. I grab my bathrobe and put it on before standing up from the bed, and exhausted, walking out of my bedroom towards the front door. I look at the clock as I walk by only for it to be 4:30 am, and as quickly I realise that I'll be late for work. But first I decide to answer the door first as I open the door.

The first thing that my eyes come in contact with is Damien in a suit. "What do you need?" I ask, looking absolutely confused.

"Nothing, just checking up on you" his voice raspy enough to know he woke up not long ago or probably didn't sleep at all.

"Well you didn't have to?" I say as my eyes narrow before saying again "I really have to go now, I'll be late for work"

"This time just actually reply to me when I text you" he says, crossing his arms "not really my fault, I was busy working" I say, with a bit of an attitude.

This time apart from saying something he just turns around and leaves. It annoys me a lot. who does he think he is? Just coming and then leaving! He's so irritable.

I close the door and just go dress up in a hurry for work.

—A month time skip granted to you by a pissed off Damien—

I kept working, on and off and soon enough I got used to the routine, even if I was exhausted of it and how little sleep I used to get.

On the Damien situation... that's another thing. He keeps texting me, not texting me. He's just so confusing! One day he texts me and then doesn't text for 2 days after that. He doesn't even visit me anymore, I still don't know why I don't like that.

I was laying on the couch, watching a movie with a blanket over me as my head was resting on one of the armrests with a pillow.

A small and squeaky ding was heard from my phone as I pick it up and see one of my coworkers texted me.

I met all of my now coworkers not so long ago and well I got along with this one guy, Xander. We're friends now, and hang out a lot. I still have that seeking suspicion that he likes me but he tries to get a little too close to me sometimes.

"Hey, what'cha doing, Nao?"

I looked at his text, the nickname always made me smile, everyone in the squad called me that. It wasn't too creative but it was still cute that they thought of a nickname for me... even if I didn't like it all that much.

"Hi, I'm just watching a movie now. And you?"

"I am out in the city for the time being. I was thinking if you would like to meet up at Holies?"

"Okay! About when though?"

"Let's meet up in about 10-15?"

"Perfect, I'll see you then"

I jump up from my couch like a goddamn kangaroo being chased. Not really knowing why but excitement filled me as I went to my room to get ready before another ding was heard from my phone.

"Let's meet up today, your apartment, 8:30 pm?"

Fucking Damien texted me.

Did he really have to text me to meet up when I'm supposed to be hanging out with Xander at this time? Not that I'm mad, just annoyed but really couldn't have thought of a better time?