Secrets

Chapter 5

Oh my god. Why is he here? What kind of book does he think he will write? can he write? Why am I not talking?

"Theo what are you doing here?" I ask.

"I was here to publish a book, but I

don't really think that's a good idea anymore, if your going to be reading it." He says standing up and starting to walk to the door.

"Wait." what was I doing? "If you want to publish a book, I don't want to make it awkward I would love to read your book, and I promise I won't talk about it to anyone." What just came out of my mouth?

"UHH okayy.." he says confused.

"Follow me." I say leading him to my office. He follows. I take a seat.

"Please sit, make yourself at home, coffee?" Why was I being to kind to the person who just kill every muscle in my body yesterday?

"Don't drink coffee, tea" he says harshly.

"Of course." I say trying to crack a smile.

I pick up my phone dialing 45 (violets desk)

"Violet can I have some-"

"Way ahead of you shai. Does he want sugar?" She says giggling

"Sugar?" I say looking up finding him on his phone. Rude. Waiting a few seconds he finally looks up. THANK THE LORD.

"I don't really want tea anymore." he says smirking.

"Okay, well just incase, would you like sugar?" I put on the most fake smile.

"Well I lied I don't really like tea." he says contesting me. He wants to push me. I already can't handle him.

"Are you kidding me? okay, whatever."

I roll my eyes. "Never Mind Violet, thank you." I slam the phone down.

"So can you please tell me about this book, so I should know if I should even consider reading this book?" I say putting a fake smile on.

"Well the thing is.." Oh boy this better be good. "Its not fully done." Are you fucking kidding me, he waisting my time.

"So you think I'm going to fund a book, that I don't even know one thing about, AND might I say might not even be good, and trust a writer that I have never heard of, and just yesterday beat the living daylights out of me. Just so I can get fired?" realizing I'm yelling at him.

He chuckles, looking down at his shoes.

"Trust me? No I don't even trust myself. but I do trust myself when I talk about money, and I can make for SURE that if you give me the money now to publish the book I will pay you back double when it publishes." He so cocky.

"Deal" I say knowing he will un-doubtfully fail. I stick my hand out for him to shake.

"AND you have to go on a date with me." he says winking at me.

"Your on!" I grab his hand and shake it. I just made a deal with he devil.