Chapter-8

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"It turns out, I'm terrible at staying away from you. It's a very serious problem."
I smiled. "Have you really tried?"
He pretended to think about it. "Well no, and don't expect me to start"
- America and Maxon
(The selection series by Kiera Cass)

Peter's POV

I reach office an hour early this morning without picking Tink up because for the first time in forever, I'm nervous. The cold hearted bastard that everyone calls me behind my back is nervous.

I didn't want Tink to see me like this which is why I sent David, my bodyguard and driver to pick her up. She has a dress fitting in the evening so it's better to have two cars anyway.

But the reason that I'm on edge is because Wendy is starting work today, I know I'm a 26 year old billionaire but it has been a long time since I've been interested in any girl. It's not like I'm a virgin either, far from it actually but I've been distracted by work for so long. And honestly, I've never felt anything for any girl. Sure Junior Peter rises to the occasion but I've never even properly been aroused with those girls. I never enjoyed it. Maybe Aunt Ruth was right, I'm a worthless piece of shit who shouldn't have been born.

I'm sitting in my office having these self-destructive thoughts when I hear heels clicking. I guess Tink came early too but I open my office door to find Wendy standing there with a cup of coffee, a doughnut and a sweet smile.

"You're here an hour early. Your timings are 9 to 5. Was there any confusion with the timings?" I ask her thinking maybe she didn't know her timings since it's her first day.

"No, umm.. I prefer to come to work early and set things up before hours. It's just an annoying habit. I saw you in your office so I thought I'll bring you some coffee and here, I bought doughnuts for the staff. You can have the first one. I have my favorite- chocolate frosting with sprinkles." Wow, that's actually mine and Tink's favorite too.

"No worries, Miss Tinkerbell will be here in an hour for you to shadow. For now you can help me with some work."

"Sure, lead the way." She once again grinned at me. She's sure full of smiles. Just like Tink. Shit! I'm doing it again. Why am I always comparing every girl to Tink? It's just coz I've known her for so long. It has to be it right?

Keep telling yourself that loser. My conscious butts in and I remember the talk I had with Sam yesterday.

"Just admit it already, you love her." Sam says for the hundredth time since I've known him.

"Yes, I love her Sam but not in the way you love Sarah. I love her as my friend." Maybe a little more than a friend but I haven't even admitted to myself yet, I'm not gonna tell him that.

"It's okay to not admit it, or maybe you don't even know it but figure it out quick. You don't want someone else to steal the best thing that has ever happened to you."

"She can date whoever she wants, Sam. I don't care." The words leave a bad taste in my mouth and I immediately regret them.

"I'll make you eat those words one day, Panelli. You may not know it yet but you've loved that girl all your life. But whatever you say man. See you at the wedding." He leaves laughing and mumbling something about ignorant kids. Whatever.

I don't care if Tink dates someone, she has a right to date anyone she likes. Just like I'll try to date Wendy. And hopefully, she'll agree.

Wendy and I spend the next hour in my office, working and talking. I find out about her family, she's and orphan too but she has 2 brothers in highschool who she takes care of, which I think is admirable.

We mostly talk about her because I don't like sharing my personal details with others. But regardless, I have a good time and it makes me even more confident that we'll be good together.

We were sitting side to side on the couch with her peering over me to see the laptop screen while I was showing her how to use the companies software. And that's how Tink finds us at 9 in my office. And I don't know why but I see something like sadness and longing in her eyes before she forces a smile on her face to greet me. But I simply ignore it and get back to work.





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