Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 72- We have to Talk

Sunday, July 14th, 2013

I jolt awake from my bed and turn my head to the analog clock on my bedside table. Four o'clock. 

Letting out a low groan, I turn over and pull the sheets over myself in an attempt to try and get back to sleep.

Gordon's words from yesterday filter into my tired thoughts. 'Come see me when you get up.'

The same sentence replays over and over in my head. I want to see him, but I'm so exhausted from the emotional toll I've had to take the last few days that I squeeze my eyes shut. Sundays are the only days we get to sleep in, and I haven't been sleeping well at all.

After twenty minutes of staring at the backs of my eyelids, I let out a huff. Fine. I guess I'm up.

Would Gordon even be at Hell's Kitchen this early? I think back to when he did one-on-one meetings. He was here by six, but that doesn't mean that he'll be here now.

I slip out of my covers and get ready as silently as I can. I don a red v-neck shirt and some black shorts. Since I'm not being recorded, I may as well look a little cuter than usual when I visit my boyfriend.

My cheeks flush as I roll the word 'boyfriend' over in my mind. It feels right.

God, I hope he can forgive me for all the decisions I've been making without him knowing.

I step out of the dorms on my tip-toes half expecting to see Abel on the couch, but he's not in the common area.

Silently, I step down the stairs and through the kitchens. The whole building is dark, including Ramsay's office. I wonder if I'm too early, but since I've made it this far, I might as well see if he's in there.

My knuckles rap on the door of his office. I stand still for a while, waiting. When I don't hear anything, I knock one more time, a bit louder.

"Who is it?" Ramsay's groggy voice asks from inside.

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips. He sounds so cute when he's sleepy.

"It's me," I say with a hushed tone.

A few seconds pass and I hear the deadbolt on the door click. Gordon opens the door with a drowsy grin.

"Hello, beautiful. You look quite ravishing today," he says as his eyes drink me in.

Gordon looks like he had been napping– a glance over at the bedraggled couch confirms my guess. His hair is disheveled and he's wearing a white undershirt with a pair of navy blue briefs. He gives me a charming grin and my heart soars, and my small smile turns into a huge one.

"Morning, handsome, are you always here this early?" I ask as he steps aside to let me in then closes and locks the door behind me.

As soon as I'm inside, he wraps me in his arms and rests his chin on the top of my head.

"Usually, I try to be here by five. I got here a bit earlier though since I told you I wanted to see you as soon as you got up. I wasn't sure when that would be," his voice still has the signature scratchy sound of sleep to it. I wonder how many people have ever gotten to hear how adorable his accent is when he's just woken up. Not many, probably. The thought makes me giddy.

"I'm so so sorry I couldn't be there for you more, I've been worried sick. Having to keep a facade of not being head over heels for you is turning out to be a more difficult task than I had anticipated," he continues. "It killed me to see you like that. Are you feeling any better, love?" he asks, concerned.