Misstaken ✓ | #Wattys2019

28. w a k e u p c a l l

"You're such a creep." I whined, turning over my side. I didn't even need to open my eyes to know that Nick had his arms propping up his head to watch me calmly.

He shrugged. "What? I have insomnia." Anyway, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of my shoulder. "Did you have a good sleep?"

I groaned and turned around, burying my face in his shoulder. "You know I didn't."

He laughed, sliding his arm under my head so he could pull me into a hug. "I was just asking if you want breakfast."

"Oh, oh. Breakfast will be good." I rubbed my eyes. "I want ch—"

"Chocolate pancakes? I know, you were muttering that in your slumber."

I scrunched my face together. "No, I wasn't."

"Yeah, sure." He ruffled my hair gently. "You should definitely get more rest. I'll get the food, and see you in a bit."

I stirred. "While you're out, be a dear and get me a pina colada?"

The days after that passed by in a flash. We did everything we wanted. In the day we would go to the beach and sun tan, go diving, and play beach volleyball. And our insomnia was really put into good use. He really kept his word and let me have him all to himself.

It had been a fulfilling week of him, but I knew it had to come to an end. He couldn't dodge his company calls forever, and I had to go back to my work too. At least it was blissful while it lasted.

On the last morning, we were particularly exhausted. We really needed a wake up call, and made it to his plane in the nick of time, if you get my drift.

We touched down at the airport, and finally said our temporary goodbyes. Nick had to go back to the office, and I had to run my own errands.

First of all, I went back to the penthouse. Technically, the moment Nick had found out about me, my contract with Hestia had ended. Cleo told me that I had to move out of the house, so I was intending to pack my stuff.

I should have paid more attention to the extra pairs of shoes at the front doorstep. The moment I got into the room, I yelled.

"Oh f-ck, my eyes —"

Turns out that were people in the room, and I really walked in on a bad moment...

"You?" I gaped as I watched Hunter scramble out of the room shyly. It was reminiscent of that encounter in the parking lot, except this involved way less clothes.

"Dude, you have horrible timing." Hunter grunted.

I wondered if he realized that was the exact same thing Nick had said in the parking lot incident. Moments like these reminded me how close they were as best buds.

Cleo sat up, undressed but uncaring. She folded her arms. "A lot happened in the week, I must say. But what the hell, Emma. This is my house now."

I raised an eyebrow. "Your house?"

"Yeah. I texted you reminding you your contract was up! It was supposed to be sold under Hestia's name, but I decided that being the best secretary ever, I deserved to keep it. Now, would you get lost?"

"I just came to pack my stuff." I defended.

"I already did that for you, and got them delivered to Nick's house. I mean, you're staying there, right?"

"I-- Okay, whatever. I'm just going to go now." I said awkwardly.

Before I could exit, Hunter called out. "Wait! Emma, can you--can you not tell Nick?"