Waiting for Better

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve

~Adalyn~

A firm knock on my apartment door startled me. Jumping up and quickly walking to the entry area, I gazed through the peep hole.

Scrunching my nose up in puzzlement, I unlocked and opened the door. "What are you doing here?" My whole frame was basically leaning against the door as I assessed Callum in confusion.

He stood before me in dark wash jeans with a grey t-shirt and some black, steel-toe boots. It was an appealing change from the usual suits he wore.

Callum's blue irises brightened at the sight of me as a huge grin stretched across his face.

I was left momentarily baffled by how stunningly good looking his smile was before I coughed uncomfortably. "It's only eight, you said noon," I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

It wasn't that I was upset he was there. Believe me when I say that I wasn't. I just couldn't understand why he would want to be here, or why he would even want to spend more time with me than he had to. What makes me so desirable to him?

"What? I'm not allowed to spend a Friday morning with my girlfriend?" This time he raised his brow at me.

"Uh . . . N-no, that's not-"

"I'm just messing with you Adalyn," he interrupted my flustered stuttering. "Can I come in?"

That started a whole new round of inadequate speech so I just stepped back and gestured for him to enter.

I thought he would just continue on in but he stopped in front of me, forced my body into his non too gently, and gave me a deep kiss. When Callum pulled away, he merely walked further into my apartment leaving me staring at his retreating back in a daze.

"So did you eat yet?"

Following him, I rubbed my arm in an awkward manner; something I did when I was nervous or didn't know what to do with my hands.

"Uh . . . no," I mumbled.

Callum waltzed into my kitchen area and started searching through the fridge. "Did you just wake up or something?" When he stood and closed the fridge, a frown was set firmly in place getting rid of the bright smile he had been sporting.

"No, I don't eat breakfast."

Callum's eyes widened in angry disbelief. "You don't eat breakfast," he enunciated evenly.

I shook my head. "I can't eat before noon."

"You can't or you won't?"

My eyes narrowed in annoyance. I'm usually calm but I'm not about to let him infiltrate my home and criticize my eating habits. "Both."

"Are you short on cash," he asked randomly.

"What," I gasped. "No!" When did my bank account come into this conversation?

"Your fridge is empty. You literally have nothing in there but a case of sandwich meat and a few condiments and drinks," he responded bluntly.

"Yeah but it's not because I'm broke!"

Callum gave me a calculating gaze. "If you need some money, just tell me." He said it tiredly as if I were a child, like he was waiting for me to admit to needing money.

"I don't need your damn money," I hissed. I instantly recoiled though with enlarged eyes.

I can't believe I spoke to my boss like that!