Chapter Eight: Is it really love (EDITED)

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Life is funny, the minute you think you've got everything figured out something comes along and turns it upside down. -Zayn Malik

Grants P.O.V.

I love you so much it hurts and I thinks it's slowly killing me not to ever be with you.

That's what ran through my mind the whole night and the next morning.

I woke up the next morning, went downstairs and got Emma some pain killers and a glass of water. I got a pen and some paper to write a note for Emma. Then went to shower.

After exiting the shower, I got ready in a blue Armani jacket suit with a black tie, black belt and black shoes. I grabbed my phone and went down to my office to grab some files to bring with me to work.

I met Mrs Gruen in the kitchen,where we had breakfast together. After telling Mrs. Gruen that Emma was here and that she should see to it that she's okay once she's awake, I grab my keys and journeyed to my office.

"Good morning sir " greeted my P.A
"Good moning Ms. Reid .What's on the agenda for today?" I inquired walking towards my office.
"Sir you have a meeting at 10 with a Mr. Maxwell, you also have a lunch meeting with Mr. Gray and Mr. Jones, you are also needed at a seminar at 2, Ms. Georgina called and ask to inform you to pick her up at the airport around 7, oh and finally your family wants to meet with you for dinner this evening." She said releasing a breath.

"Thank you, you may go back to your station, I will have some files for you to store on your computer and others that needs the signature of the some of our best accountants here." I said then walked to my office.

I sat there just playing the events of these past few weeks over and over in my head. Some things just didn't add up with Emma and Ariel. I still dont know why she left. But what i do know is she didnt leave because she didnt love me anymore, that much is true, from her confession lastnight.

As they say 'A drunk man speaks sober thoughts '.

I'll have to speak to her though.

I will not get any work done today if I dont stop thinking about Emma. I got up and went to the bathroom, washed my face and stood just looking in the mirror while scolding myself.

Get a grip Grant, yoy shouldn't even be thinking about Emma when yoy have that beautiful fiancé that will be coming home tonight.

I sighed while running my hands through my hair, do I even love Georgina; or is she was just my rebound all along. Have I gotten over Emma or have I just gotten used to the pain.

Ofcourse you did dipshit or you wouldnt have proposed to Georgina. You love her

I really need to talk to emma I thought. I just don't know anymore I thought while walking back to my office where I am etried to get some work done.

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