Teach Me (18+)

Chapter Twenty Two

Gianna's Point Of View

Eden's phone call lasted nearly twenty minutes, her voice growing more stern with each passing second. Though she never actually raised her voice, her words were thick and filled with intensity, leaving no doubt she was upset about whatever was happening on the other end. It was easy to see that the stress was building up, her body language radiating intensely as she paced across the room.

Her words became more forceful as she spoke, and her expensive heels clicked fast against the floor as she tried to calm herself. "I don't pay you to fucking think. I pay you to make sure the deals go through," she said, her voice low but firm. "Fix it, now."

When she finally ended the call, her eyes flashed with frustration, her mind still racing from the conversation. She stood still for a moment, collecting herself before turning to me. Her gaze was focused but quickly died down.

Who could she possibly be talking to? I know I'd be terrified of her if I were one of her employees.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, standing from the soft couch, which felt like the fluffiest cloud.

Eden's expression softened, her eyes locking onto mine with a hint of relief. "Yeah, it's just some stuff with work," she said, her voice still tense. "Nothing to really worry about, though; I'll have it handled."

I nodded, sensing that there was more but not wanting to push the issue because it was clear she wasn't in the mood. "You're pretty intimidating, you know that?" I said lightly, attempting to lighten the mood. "I can only imagine what it's like to be on the receiving end of one of your phone calls."

Eden's gaze narrowed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You have no idea," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Now, are you ready to go? Cause I want to get you home?"

"Oh, yeah?" I teased, which she only chuckled to.

"Most definitely." She replied, her dark eyes holding mine. With that, she strode towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist and leading me to the elevator. Soon, we were in the elevator and on our way back down to the club.

The drive to her house was filled with a comfortable silence—the only thing playing was old-school R&B. I couldn't help but admire every inch of her. Her side profile was perfectly curved. Everything from her sharp jawline to her long eyelashes that curled upwards. Her eyes were focused on the road ahead, but I knew she knew I was staring.

Thirty minutes later, we turned onto a winding driveway, and a large white house appeared. It was concealed behind a sleek iron fence and a concrete wall lined with greenery and vines.

She stopped to put the code in, allowing the gates to open and sending us in. The yard was perfectly groomed and expanded on for miles.

She pulled to the front door, turned the car off, slipped out of her G-Wagon, and met me on the other side.

As she led us into her large estate, my heels clicked against her marble floors, and I took in the fresh scent of her house.

My mouth dropped open as I took in the beautiful estate. The house was filled with light marble floors and white walls. The foyer had two hallways separating the different wings of the house, a large case of black marbled stairs with gold accents, and a black railing. The house was so spacious and made me feel so short and small.

Straight ahead, the large glass door and floor-to-ceiling windows display the beautiful backyard. Even though it was dark, the lights out back illuminated the large pool.