Your Irresistible love

Chapter Twenty

Ava

Forever lasts until Monday. I insist on Sebastian driving alone to work after he drops me off at my apartment.

When I arrive at the office, I have this dopey grin again. It grows wider during my presentation with Sebastian and Logan, even though we both act professionally. By the look on Logan's face, it's obvious he knows about us. I manage to convince both of them to go forward with my suppliers for the show, so I spend the rest of the morning on the phone, trying to convince said suppliers to take us on. Most of them put up a good fight because they're already solidly booked. By the time I'm done, I'm exhausted enough that my enamored-puppy-grin has faded somewhat. It returns in full force during the meeting with the marketing team in the afternoon, because Sebastian attends it. I might come across a bit maniacal. I love my job, but no one in their right mind can believe that talking about suppliers and deadlines makes me that enthusiastic.

On Tuesday, the tables turn. I'm talking total overhaul here.

The nastiest cold I've had in a long time keeps me from getting out of the bed. My eyes water and my forehead burns. I barely manage to send Sebastian a text, announcing that I'm too sick to work, before collapsing in a coma-like sleep.

When I come to my senses again, I don't feel much better. I've soaked my pillow and nightgown, and the inside of my mouth feels like gum.

I sneeze as I try to sit up, so I give up on the endeavor, lying back down. Then I hear a voice. With the greatest effort, I push myself up on my elbows, trying to peer through the open door into the main room. At first, I don't see anything; but then I notice Sebastian as he paces back and forth, his phone plastered to his ear. Noticing me, he mutters something into the phone, and then yanks it away.

"You're up," Sebastian says.

"Barely." I turn to one side and catch my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. I look as horrible as I feel. "What are you doing here, Sebastian? Go away," I mumble, pulling my pillow over my head. "I don't want you to see me like this."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'll stay here and take care of you." He sits at the edge of the bed, holding a cup in his hands. "Here, sit up and drink this tea. You look adorable with your red, puffy nose."

"You're a CEO." I pull my covers up to my chin, because I'm shivering all of a sudden. "Go do CEO stuff."

"Woman, let me take care of you." His tone doesn't leave any room for discussion. A fuzzy feeling of warmth overtakes me at his words. Sebastian helps me sit up and drink. His phone rings twice, but he ignores it. After I'm done with the tea, I cuddle against his chest, starting to feel drowsy again. I know the medicine I need, but I don't have any with me.Come on, Ava. You've done this before. Get your sick ass to the pharmacy before you fall asleep again. Clumsily, I attempt to get out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian asks.

"Going to the pharmacy."

He raises his eyebrows. "You're mad if you think I'll let you go anywhere in this state."

"Sebastian, the pharmacy is around the corner; I'll make it. I need that medicine or I won't feel better. I have a fever, so I might have the flu, not a common cold."

He stares at me as though I've grown a second head. Hell, I feel like I've grown a second head, and both heads are swimming right now. "How about you tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you? You know, since I'm here anyway."

"Oh," I say. "I hadn't thought of that. Are you sure?"

"Yes. How did it even occur to you to get out of bed?"