Living With Him

Thirty-six: The Meeting

I had to answer his 'Tell me what happened' with matching super serious stare in a two-page essay vocally. After reassuring him about four to five times that I'm fine and that Paul didn't even lay a finger on me, he called Andres.

While on the phone with Andres, I looked at his back and wondered why he's even acting this way.

He's just so... a little more concerned that he normally is. It's sweet, yeah, but it's a bit weird for me.

After that phone call, the phone in his office rang which made him excuse himself and bid me good night before disappearing—which pretty much left me to deal with my thoughts while rolling around in bed until I fell asleep.

***

I left earlier than expected. Andres will pick you up at ten. I'll see you at the office.

A.

I pouted and raised a brow at the piece of paper lying on the nightstand.

"He knows he can just text me, right?" I muttered as I opened the drawer and slipped his silly little letter inside.

A—does he think it made him cute? He probably left something that's why he wants me to bring it to the office. Why else would he want me to meet him there?

Andres though... my subconscious mumbled as she picked her nail.

Right, I'll get to see him. Maybe I could ask him how he is.

With that in mind as motivation, I bathe, dolled up a little and walked out of the front door. Andres was already standing by the car, his sexy ass leaning against the hood, a pair of sunglasses shielding his eyes from my gloriousness.

Not that I look golden, of course. I'm in a black long sleeved dress that clung to my body and ends mid thigh. Black pumps held me a few inches up and I knew I was slaying it with nude lippie. If I was to pose as his fiancée then better match him, right?

But then of course I wore a headband that has a Swarovski filled butterfly on my head as my hair fell freely behind me. I can't just let my sparkly personality slip away just because I'm fake future Missus Northman.

"No colors today, Ms. George?" Andres teased as he opened the back car door for me.

"My beauty's enough color for the world, Mr. Andres" I crinkled my face playfully.
"Can't I ride shotgun?"

"No can do" he answered before closing the door.

I watched him as he strode over to the driver's seat and before buckling my seatbelt.

"If we're hanging out, you can ride shotgun. But with the man of the house around, I can't let you" he smiled at me through the rearview mirror.

"Do you know why I'm needed?" I decided to ask.

"I think his parents are coming in today to discuss something. He'll need you there to brandish you, of course."

I felt a nervous lump suddenly form in my throat and I widened my eyes.

His parents are coming and I'm wearing this dress.

Told you, you should've worn the green flowy dress.

Why did I even wear this?

To impress him?

Impress him? Why would I even do that? All I wanted was to match him.

So impress him by matching him?

No! To mock his boring color scheme.

Denial—my subconscious rolled her eyes before disappearing in silence.