Temptress

18|Touch Me

Sereia's POV

"Dang it," I said as I wiped my eyes.

One minute I was eating breakfast with Elliot, and the next tears were gathering in my eyes.

I don't think he noticed.

His eyes were glued to his screen as he watched his stocks increase.

We were talking about work when he asked me how my sleep was.

And I'm crying over that.

No one's ever asked me that for years.

No one's ever asked me how I'm feeling or how am I doing after my sister's death.

It's been six years.

Six years of being forgotten.

Six years of never being asked simple questions like this.

I wiped my eyes one more time before exiting the cafe's bathroom.

When I sat back down at the table, he was still engaged with his phone.

"Everything okay?"

The simple question he usually asked me always seemed like a complicated one to me.

If I were to answer honestly, I would say no.

I would say that I'm tired.

I'm tired of working so hard to be where I am. I'm tired of missing my family. I'm tired of being filled with anger and sadness when I wake up each morning.

"Of course," I smiled before drinking my mocha. "Feeling better from last night?"

I don't know how much I affected him last night, but I know I did something.

He looked up to me, seeming annoyed. "No."

So moody.

"Well, travelling does do things to your body," I comforted him.

"Mm," his grumpy self groaned before he returned his attention to his phone.

"Sir," I started. "Does the company coverage include clothes shopping?"

"This is a business trip, not a vacation, new girl," he answered.

"I know, but the event won't start for another three hours," I explained to him. "I was hoping that we could go explore the city."

He put down his phone on the table. "Again, this is not a vacation."

"You're no fun," I told him as I looked on his dress shirt.

There was a small tear on the side and I pointed to it. "Do you need me to fix that?"

He looked at me confused before looking down at it. "I didn't even notice that."

I immediately grabbed the small seeing kit I always carried in my purse and walked to his side.

He shook his head. "It's fine. I'll buy a new one."

My eyes widened. "What? It's just a small tear."

"It's fine honestly," he said. "I'll go and change when we're done."

I shook my head as I tread the needle.

He twitched a little when I placed my hand above his side and began stitching the rip.

"Keep still or I'll accidentally hurt you," I warned him and he listened.

"Were you a designer too?" he asked and I looked up at him confused.