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2.11 Time

-Author's note: Hey, this story reached 700 views! Thank you to everyone who is reading. I hope I'm entertaining you.
This story will end around 2.16, so beware. After that I want to focus on Bold Allure (my LP stalker story) and then I might write another 2133 story, who knows.-

When Mrs. Tomlinson told her husband that she still loved him and he believed it, I knew it was over for me.

Mentally, I begun packing my things... Wait, I had no things.

That night Mr. Tomlinson did not sleep in my room. In fact, it had been three days since the last time I saw Mr. Tomlinson.

In those three days I woke up, ate something in the kitchen that the staff had prepared for me, took one of the books Mr. Tomlinson had bought for me and went out in the garden to read them. It was cold so I wore my jacket in order to be outside that long.

I did not want to be inside the house, I was afraid of what I would hear.

I should have been glad that Mr. Tomlinson and his wife had finally made up, but the sucker in me did not want to be happy about it. I wanted to be miserable about the fact that Mr. Tomlinson would not pay me THAT kind of attention anymore.

Had he put something in my food because I was literally craving his touch. It was lust. It had to be.

I was intensely reading every single word of my book in the garden, just to try to forget about Mr. Tomlinson.

"Ms. Belle?"

He scared me to death. "Who are you?"

"I work for Mr. Tomlinson."

"Did he send you here to bring me back inside? I do not want to go inside!" I told him. He was dressed in a black suit.

"I will watch over you while he is... Pre-occupied." It took him long enough. It had been three days.

"I have enough respect for him to not just up and leave, okay?" I sounded agitated.

"I know, Ms. Belle," he replied. I put my book aside, and sighed.

"Are they together again?" I asked. I tried not to sound all too sad, but I was bad at hiding my feelings in that moment.

"I do not know," he answered me.

"They have been spending time for days now. Of course something is going on," I muttered.

"I should let you know that the mayor is out of town," he informed me, and suddenly, I had hope.

"So you are still looking into the matter?" I asked.

"I am. Mr. Tomlinson wants me to stop. Somehow he is blinded by her act," he said. "I do not know what she does to him. Normally, my boss notices everything and plans everything ahead. With that woman he just dismisses his ways, and lets loose."

"He just wants his family back together," I told him, trying to defend him even if it was a stupid wish. His wife was manipulative and cheating on him, she did not deserve him.

"That is not his real family, Ms. Belle," the guy said. Real family does not cheat on you.

"Please, call me Pearl. What is your name?" I asked him.

"I am not allowed to call you Pearl, Ms. Belle. Mr. Tomlinson is the only one with that right. You can call me Theo though, if that makes you more comfortable," Theo offered.

"Theo, please, tell me if I am going back to the agency," I begged him.

"From what I know of Mr. Tomlinson wants you here," Theo told me. "You are from the agency, so your job is to give this family a baby."

Had Theo not read my contract?

I wanted to vomit. I did not want to give them a child. The one they already had was screwed up enough.

"I do not know about that," I responded.

Theo and I stayed in the garden a little longer until it got dark. I went inside to my room and put my nightgown on.

Just as I was about to go to bed, there was a knock on my door.