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2.13 Distance

"I thought your relationship was fake?" Theo asked.

"It is fake, he is just talking nonsense."

The entire time Theo tried to sober up Mr. Tomlinson, he kept asking me questions about our relationship. I told him what he needed to hear.

In the end, he let Mr. Tomlinson sleep in my room. I could not get much sleep because there were a lot of thoughts running through my head.

He had said a lot of things to me while he was drunk.

I think my s.perm loves you, Pearlie. Only you.

Do you love oldies, Pearlie? Oldies sure love you.

It was hard to consider him an oldie when he always looked young and acted like a teenager. Give him some credit, sometimes he can be quite sincere, I thought to myself.

Your softness makes me hard.

I saw no proof of that. Whenever he touched me, I was the only one feeling it, he always acted cold.

He loves his skirt girl. Pearlie is a diamond to him.

"Pearl, what are you doing?" Louis asked in a hoarse voice that shook me out of my intense thoughts.

Sh.it. I called him Louis. He was Mr. Tomlinson, he would always be. I was just an order to him.

"I could not sleep, I have a lot of things on my mind," I answered him.

He looked at the expensive watch on his hand, "It is 10 AM in the morning, Pearl. Are you telling me you did not sleep at all?"

I shook my head, shocked at the time.

"F.uck, my head hurts," he cursed under his breath.

"You should not have drunk as much," I lectured him. "Do you remember what you said and did last night?"

In me there was a tiny glimmer of hope.

He thought about it for a second. "No, not really."

The hope died.

"Well, you annoyed the sh.it out of me," I told him. I tried to hide my disappointment. "You are making me curse that is how much you annoyed me."

"Sorry so not sorry, but I needed to ease my mind. My wife..."

"Yes?"

"She was good and then she left, it was kind of weird," he said. I was not convinced. He was in denial, I could sense it from far away.

"So what are our plans for today? Do I need to do something alone, or are you blessing me with your presence?" I asked him. It sounded sassy. I wanted him to know that he could not play me.

"You can sit in my office while I work," he suggested. "Other than that we do not have any solid plans."

For an entire week, I did just that. We did not have any outside contact. Louis... Mr. Tomlinson did not touch me once. Whenever it got close to the time his wife returned from work, he sent me to my room.

He was distancing himself from me, but my feelings grew stronger and I hated myself for it. Mr. Tomlinson was about to either send me back, or impregnate me. I was unsure which I preferred.

His work ethic was as strong as ever, I had never seen him be so demanding, but every once in a while he looked sad. Disappointed. Empty.

It was one of those days where he looked sad. I took the liberty of massaging his shoulders, like I had done back in the garden. He did not say a word.

Mr. Tomlinson leaned back on his seat and I put my arms around him. That was the closest I had been to him in ages.

"What is going on here?" Mrs. Tomlinson asked in her annoying voice. She had returned earlier than expected.

And she looked extremely pissed off.

- Happy New Year to everybody. I hope you had a nice time.
Be kind.
Stay true to yourself.
Smile genuinely.
And be grateful.-