Living With Him

Thirty-one: Time With Andres

I stood in his room with my back against the wall, watching him pack.

"Make sure you're not forgetting anything" I said and he nodded.

It's been three days since he asked me to sleep beside him in this room. After that night, he didn't ask me to sleep beside him again. He just called me upstairs after breakfast to tell me that he'll be gone for a few days.

I didn't ask him why he didn't ask me to sleep with him again, I didn't mind. I didn't want to. Something inside me is annoyingly urging me to mind but I'm just doing a good job keeping it at bay.

What's bugging me right now is the location of his closet. I really want to know where his clothes are, so I can see if he only has two shades of colors in this house.

Too bad, you move too slowly to see it before he already packed everything.

"I think I have everything" he said before standing straight and buttoning his coat.

I pursed my lips before puckering them out. "Okay."

"Are you sure that you'll be okay here? I can take you with me" he offered and for some odd reason, that made me smile a little.

"Nah" I shook my head. "I don't want to distract you with something important going on. Besides, I have your number; I can just call or text you if I feel like annoying you."

Mr. Northman chuckled and shook his head before carrying his bag and opening his bedroom door.

"You really like to annoy me, Ms. Blancaflor" he smirked as he waited for me to walk out of the room before he did.

Such a gentleman.

The two of us made our way downstairs and stood out of the door while we waited for Andres to pull over.

Speaking of the hottie.

"Uhm, Mr. Northman?" I hesitatingly called his attention.

"I told you to call me Adam" he mumbled after furrowing his brows at me and I chuckled.

"Adam?" I called him mockingly and raised my brows.

"Yes, Felicity?"

"It's so unfair, I told you a million times to call me George" I rolled my eyes at him.

"That's your grandfather's name" he said flatly. Duh. "What is it, by the way?"

Oh right, I gotta hurry since he's running a bit late.

"Since you'll be away for a few days, can I go watch a show with Andres?"

I noticed his jaw clench a little. Those ocean-colored eyes left mine and eyed Andres as he stepped out of the car and opened the trunk.

"I mean," I immediately spoke before he gives a sermon or something "I won't be alone with him of course, I know the rule. It's a one-time deal and you wouldn't have to worry about my safety since he's with me."

When he didn't respond but instead gave me one of his cold silent moments, I thought the North Pole relocated itself here.

"I wouldn't go if you don't want me too, it's just that the tickets are— "

"Fine" he said in a clipped tone.

Why wouldn't you go anyway? If he doesn't want you to go, you go. He's not your father.

"Don't forget to text me all the time" he said before looking down at me again. "You answer when I call, you hear?"

I rolled my eyes and smirked at him. "Yes, daddy" I teased.