The Contract

Chapter 18 - The Break-in

My telephone rang loudly and I groaned and pressed my pillow over my ear. This had turned to my alarm. It stopped ringing and I sighed and slowly drifted back to sleep

But then my phone beside the bed began ringing, I threw the pillow out and reached for it on the side table.

I answered without checking the contact ID. "I know I'm late, can I have few more hours?" I requested tiredly.

"It's okay, Pearl. It's okay if you don't turn up to work today. You could have the day off" Kourtney said and I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling.

"You remember I'm the boss, right? I can decide that myself" I reminded and I was sure she rolled her eyes at my response.

"You've worked your butt off this week and I'm know you're stressed. Take this as your engagement holiday" she offered and I sat up.

"Whatever, what do you want?"

"I'm just calling to check up on you and to update you on an upcoming appointment"

"What appointment?"

"A wedding appointment, they scheduled an one next Tuesday. Your engagement really opened doors for us" she quipped excitedly.

I rolled my eyes. "Reschedule it to Monday" I ordered. "Okay, why if I may ask"

"Something came-" I paused and looked around before sniffing in. "Pearl, Pearl... You there?" She called

I sniffed in more, something smells nice. "I'mma have to call you back, I think someone broke into my house" with that i ended the call and sprung out of bed.

The sleep completely wiped out. I put on my footwear and grabbed the closest thing I had to a weapon in my room.

It was a curling iron for some reason.

I opened the door slowly, there was clattering coming from downstairs. I shut the door slowly and headed down the stairs. I surveyed the living room, the sounds were coming from the kitchen.

I gulped down before tiptoeing to it, the aroma getting stronger. I walked in and raised my hand to hit whoever the fuck it was but then I froze, hands in the air.

All I saw was a broad back and my dining table filled with dishes. He turned back around and those silver eyes shot to mine.

"You're awake" Travis said, walking to the counter with a pan in hand. I stared at him in bewilderment, still not bringing down my hand. "What are you doing here? How did you get in!?" I blustered.

"The door was open"

Did I really forget to lock it when I came in last night? He poured something onto a plate. He’d made eggs. "What… how… what are you doing here?!"

He glanced up with a smirk. "I’m your fiancé now. I thought I’d make you breakfast since you stormed out of dinner last night mad at me. Figured it was a good way to make it up to you."

I blinked, still caught off guard. He set the dish on the dining table, wearing just a plain white shirt and joggers. I was so used to seeing him in a suit that this casual look threw me.

"Would you stop gawking and come eat?" he teased. Still reeling from surprise, I hesitated, trying to wrap my head around it all.

And… he actually looked good.

Clearing my head, I walked over to the counter and leaned against it, watching him as he poured two mugs of coffee. His veiny arms and the tattoo on his wrist—Petra. I quickly looked away, embarrassed that I was checking him out.