Forbidden Love

5. Don't Leave Him ✔️

Lily's POV

"Here." Douchebag said as he tossed his phone in my direction. "I'm going in my office. Don't disturb me for anything, not even if you're dying, which I'm sure you already know I don't care about." Jerk. I watched him from the moment he stood up from the couch until he disappeared up the stairs and sighed. It's been a really hard week. He's unbearable, I mean extremely unbearable. He always teases me and gives me a hard time. For example, yesterday he asked me to go to this copy place in the southern part of the town,which was a 75 minute drive due to the heavy traffic, and copy some files there because he trusts the man with his papers but when I came back and went inside his office I saw he already had a functioning printer himself, Jerk. Or the first night that I moved in with him he woke me up at 4 in the damn morning so that I'll go buy him his special shampoo cause he all of a sudden wanted to take a shower. How the hell was I supposed to get a shampoo at 4 AM? I searched the hole area to find the closest 24 hour pharmacy and of course they didn't have his luxurious shampoo so he made me sleep on the floor as a punishment. What the hell is wrong with this man? He's a psychopath. Ugh.

As I was busy cursing at the bastard in my head and fantasizing about different scenarios of me killing him with an axe I felt his phone which was still in my right hand buzz. It was an unknown number.

"Chris Evans' phone. How can I help you?" I said like a professional assistant. I hated how good I actually turned out to be at these things. Being an assistant was the last thing I wanted to be and look where I am now!

"Is Mr. Evans there?" I heard a lady's faint voice on the other line.

"No, I'm his personal assistant Lily Collins. He asked me to hold all his calls."

"Ms. Collins I'm afraid we have some bad news."

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I knocked on his door hesitantly, my eyes already welling up.

"I said don't bother me." I ignored him anyway and opened the door. He started to say something but stopped when he lifted his head and saw my face.

"Mr. Evans. I'm really sorry but...something terrible happened."

"What is it?" He stood up from his chair.

I took a deep breath trying to get my words together. "Your mother...she..."

"She what?" He was getting impatient.

"She passed away." A tear fell from my eye and I have no idea why. I've never cried over the death of someone I didn't know. But I felt sad for some reason, and worried even. About the douchebag. What the fuck? "I got a call from someone on behalf of your family doctor. I'm really sorry." He suddenly started running to the door that was behind me and then to the door of the house. "Mr. Evans." I called him but he didn't answer me so I ran after him. He got out of the house and into his car but before he could drive away I went to his side and opened the car door. "Where are you going?" He tried to push me away and close the door but somehow I stopped him. "You can't drive like this. You were drinking alcohol when I came in your office."

"Get the fuck away." He said through gritted teeth.

"No, I'll drive." I insisted. I don't even know why.

He didn't argue with me and got off the car and went to the passenger seat. The whole ride he was not only silent, but he also stared at one spot the whole time without blinking. He only talked when he gave me the address. I was worried about him.

"She's not dead." He finally said. "She's not dead." I reached my hand out to take his. Surprisingly he didn't take his hand away. I gave it a soft squeeze not knowing how to respond.