Conflicted

Chapter 20

Ada Johnson's P. O. V

I bite on my lip as my smile dulls down and my brows furrow together creating a monotonous line. I grumble a sleuth of swear words at the woman as she stands in the doorway. The bright light from the room falling onto her along with the light seeping in from the hallway, causing a glow to surround her like some God damn fallen angel. Her hair pristinely ruffled and tweaked to perfection and even though my liking for the woman drops day by day, I admit she's as every inch as gorgeous as the man sitting next to me believes.

"Did someone order food?" She giggles as she closes the door behind her, sauntering inside like the entrance to the office is a runway. Her prowl that of a feline as she catwalks towards us, the sound of rustling reaches my ears as I finally snap out of my glare induced staring.

My eyes drop down to her hands adorned with various glittering rings on her acrylic nailed fingers which happen to hold brown paper bags with a logo stamped on the front in various colours signalling the place we ordered our food from not so long ago. The hunger in my stomach roars to life as a hunger pang hits me from the aroma of spring rolls wafting around the office room. My eyes slacken and my lips tilt up into a smile as the thought of food regains it's vigour and immediately I find myself standing up. The smile still on my face as I reach for the food, completely ignoring everything else around me.

"Chrissie. What are you doing here?" A voice cuts through my browsing as I realise Gregory is the whole purpose behind my distinguished disgruntlement when Chrissie walked in here.

I raise my eyes, schooling my face into a mask of nonchalance as I already know Gregory will be beaming from ear to ear at the sight of the love of his life sauntering into his office, that too late at night. I won't he surprised if he kicks me out of the room faster than I can blink.

I'll be sure to grab the food too just in case that does unfold.

It appears to be quite the contrary, however, as I catch sight of Gregory's eyes flitting away from where I'm standing just as I turn that way. His own darting to the woman in front of us and I nearly gasp dramatically in shock at the way his eyes squint momentarily in annoyance.

Is it annoyance at me being in the room? Or is it annoyance at her barging in here and disturbing the piece and quiet. I'd much rather prefer the latter, I think with pursed lips before refocusing my attention on the containers of food that lies waiting in my hand.

"Since I assume we're done, I'll just be grabbing my food and leaving." I mumble to the two people in particular, unintentionally dismissing Chrissies question as my hands dart into the abyss of the brown paper bag.

"No. Stay." A voice comes all to quickly causing me to turn around once more.

What is going on today of all days?

"What?" I question to Greg albeit rather stupidly as I glance from him and then discreetly to the woman parading herself in front of him as I then try to motion to her with my head in the same manner. The man raises a blond eyebrow at me and smirks slightly as he shakes his head, trying his best not to laugh at my lack of conspicuous behaviour.

"Stay Ada. Our dinner has just arrived. While you're here Chrissie. Do us a favour and pay the delivery guy. There's a tip there as well so make sure you do tip him." He says pleasantly, the smirk gone and a polite smile on his face now as he motions to her with his hand that's clasped around money. Chrissies face is slack with shock as her mouth drops open. She opens and closes it for a while before clamping it shut with a curt nod before taking the money and striding out.

I feel sorry for the woman as she strides out the door with a flip of her silky hair over shoulder.

"How was that?" He asks casually as he leans against the couch, throwing both his arms up against the back of it as his shirt strains from the flexing of his muscles, the heavy set expensive watch glinting as the light catches the stainless steel.