In Between The Lines

Slapped in the face with reality

*CHAPTER CONTAINS SUBJECTS THAT MAY NOT BE SUITIBLE FOR YOUNG READERS*

The day flies by rather quickly. I avoid Quinton the rest of the work day. Normally I would go home at 9pm, when my shift officially ended, but tonight I decided I would stay longer, be sure that as soon as Quinton's meeting was over, that he got something to eat. The idiot constantly forgets to eat if someone doesn't prepare food for him. Too busy with his "work" probably.

So now I sit in his office, organizing the hell out of the mess. I brought in some filing cabinets and I spend hours sorting through everything and making sure they're all where they need to be. By the time I finish, it's 10pm. I pull up a chair, leaning back, I close my eyes and dose off and on for an hour.

*Bzzzzzz*

I jolt awake to the feeling of a vibration in my purse. I pull out my phone, glancing down at the message.

"Where are you babe? You should be home by now"  flashes on the screen, and I bite my lip.

It's Keaton. Honestly, it makes me a terrible person, but seriously, I constantly forget about him. I've got a full time job, and hardly see him. Keaton and I have been dating for about 5 months and haven't really been making too much progress. It's mostly on me though. I don't like people getting close to me, so I don't let him in as much as I probably should. Still, he respects my space, so we get along.

God, I'm a terrible girl friend.. I think to myself, frowning. Is it normal to not want to kiss your boyfriend? I don't know really, he's the first guy I've dated since Middle School. I used to think I was asexual, but I do enjoy the thought of a man holding my hand through life. Plus, there are some handsome ass men out there.

Geez, I'm so stressed out. With work, Keaton, Quinton's nonsense, and just life's stress in general, it's a bit much. I need a vacation. Somewhere far away, on a remote island where I can just soak the sun and drink Margaritas.

I glance down at my phone, "I had to work late. Don't wait up for me! xx" I answer, hitting send right as Quinton comes walking in, his eyes blazing. Guess that means the meeting didn't go well.

He notices me and I swear if looks could kill, I'd be dead. "What are you still doing here?!" He yells, and I flinch. Pinching my side, I focus on calming my speeding heart. Yeah, that was a bit frightening.

He's still glaring at me, and I roll my eyes. He glances down at the desk, looking a little confused. Wait for it.. my mind whispers to me.

Right on que he notices the desk has been cleaned and he nods, "thanks for that" he says bluntly, but doesn't lose his anger. Nothing could cure his anger, could it? At least I got a thank you for once.

I stand up, accepting the elbow Quinton offers, and begin walking with him to the elevator.

"You really shouldn't be staying this late" he says, leading me down the hallway. I mentally roll my eyes, "then keep your desk clean" I say sarcastically. He chuckles deeply, "no chance."

We make it to the front of the building to Sanders, Quinton's Butler and Driver, waiting with the car.

He steps out of the car walking up to us, "Good evening Ms Ellington" he says politely. I smile at him, "Hello Sanders" I lean in close to him, whispering in his ear, "make sure the dūmbāss gets something to eat" I tell him with a soft smile. Now that my work here is done..

"What was that?" Quinton asks looking pissed. His authority rolls around him in thick waves. Sometimes I can't help but see him as a kid with too much power on his hands.