Not Even His Assistant 2

Chapter Twenty-One - Pt. Two

Ch. 21 Continued (Greyson POV) Pt. 2

I took some melatonin and passed out. I woke up around six in the morning, and willed myself back to sleep until one in the afternoon. I felt like absolute shit.

I knew forcing my body to sleep was a stupid thing to do. I'd always end up waking up, feeling like a tractor-trailer ran over my body.

I dragged my feet to the kitchen, opening up the fridge to see what I could make for breakfast.

Or lunch, technically.

As I was watching my three eggs boil in water, I heard my phone ring. I groaned. My phone was back in my room.

I sulked to my bedroom, taking my phone off the charger to look at it. "Connor, why are you calling me?" I asked my phone, as his name looked me in the eye. "I am trying to ignore you, you bastard." I said again, and the phone finally stopped ringing. Thank goodness.

Of course, I thought too soon, because there went my phone, ringing again as I still held it in my hand. "You persistent asshole." I rolled my eyes and then slid my finger across the screen, regretfully picking it up. "What?" Came my hoarse, I-just-woke-up voice.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"Home, now leave me alone." I said. I should've hung up on him, but my curiosity was my downfall.

"Stay there, I'm coming over."

"Now listen here you-" Boop. The phone line went dead. The annoyance I felt woke me up a little more.

I tried calling him back, to tell him that he was not about to come over, but after one ring, it went straight to voicemail.

I scoffed, pulling my phone away from my ear to look at it. The assface had the audacity to send me to voicemail.

"I should've lied." I shook my head, tossing my phone onto my bed to shuffle back to my kitchen.

As I watched the eggs boil, trying to be patient so that I would not end their cooking short and be left with a soft mushy mess that was impossible to peel, I thought about how it should've been Peter calling me and coming over. As much as I pushed myself to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about what he'd said. He was taking me serious. I was the one who was being insincere.

Why did I screw that up?

Finally, as I was peeling my eggs, that were still too soft, somebody rang my doorbell.

"I wonder who that could be!" I said sarcastically to no one.

I took one of my badly peeled eggs, dipped it into some salt and bit into it, making my way to the door.

He rang the doorbell again and I felt the vein in my left temple twitch. The impatience of that stupid man. "I'm coming!" I shouted.

I opened the door, to reveal he, himself, in the flesh.

"You have a problem." I told him and he pulled me into a hug. I was caught off-guard, nearly dropping the squishy egg. I wrapped my arms loosely around him, enjoying his warmth.

He finally released the hug and let himself in.

What the hell? I was caught in the whirlwind of his weird behavior and didn't know how to take it.

I finally closed the door and turned around to a man who now looked like a lumberjack instead of a businessman. And who also had one too many 5-hour Energys.

"Why did you hug me back?" He asked, breathing like he came from a marathon.

I was not awake enough to handle all of this.