My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 12 - Too tired

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I hope you haven't forgotten what was going on in this book, and if yes, just read the previous chapter. Sorry it's taking me so long 😂. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I watched the last woman leaving in the taxi my property. I felt tiredness slowly creeping into my body, consuming my mind. I had a vision of soft warm bed with Sydney in it. I wanted to go home.

Turning myself, I smiled a bit, feeling proud of this evening. I was really surprised how positive response the show had, and how Jonathan didn't fuck up, which had worried me the most.

I walked towards the room number 17, knocking on it in the scenario they would have been both naked. That picture made me angry, my heart skipped a beat, and my stomach do a few flips, which made me little bit confused over my own behavior.

"Let me just dress!" I heard Thompson's voice.

Just worries. Those are just worries about my top ten customer. He needs to leave satisfied.

The door opened, revealing Thompson in a suit and right behind him my new employee. I gave him the cold stare, hoping he didn't fuck up.

"Thank you for this opportunity meeting Delirious here. It was an honor. And please, tell WildCat I won't be in a city for a week, I need to work."

"It was an honor to have you here, mister Thompson. I hope your needs were fulfilled?" I said professionally.

"They were, trust me. Until next time."

I watched him leave the building, then I turned myself to Jonathan. He was standing there, hugging himself, shyness shouting around.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said to him, not really showing any affections.

"Sure thing," he grinned, walking around me.

I sighed and went back to my office. I needed to finish my paperwork, get my things, and finally go home.

I was almost done with everything, when I heard a knocking. I raised my head, humming to invite whoever was on the other side. The door opened, revealing Jack in then. I sighed and waited for him to sit down.

"I'm quitting this job," he started, and I frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"Ya heard me, Evan. I'm done," he said steadily.

"Why?"

"Do I have to give any reasons? I just want to quit," he mumbled frustrated.

What's going on?

"I understand it's your privacy, but I would love to know. Did something happened?" I asked still calmly.

"No! Why would have something happen? That's it, I said it, now I can go."

He stood up with intentions to leave, but I stood up too, which stopped him.

"Sit down, please," I nudged him, watching him sit down.

"Jack, calm down. Why would you want to quit? Out of nowhere?"

Maybe something happened between Mark and him. Or maybe Eliot has something to do with this.

"I just do! Look, boss... I respect ya, for yer personality and the way ya threat yer employees, but now I would appreciate if ya let me go."

I can't pull out Eliot. Everything my employees say to me is locked inside me. What now though? How can I approach this? I can't loose him, I need him, but I can't push him.