Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter five:

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F I V E --

Be there in thirty-five.

I click SEND then proceed to get up from my desk. I grab my coat and wallet, my phone already in my pocket. I quietly walk out of my room, tiptoeing towards the front door and make my exit.

Once I was in my car, I put the vehicle in reverse and pull out of the driveway; now putting the car into gear as I make my way to Freddie's office.

The Austin, Texas highways were pretty much empty this time of night. Very few cars were holding up traffic. Everyone wanted to just make it their mission to go home.

I wasn't sure why Freddie needed me at  2:37 in the morning, but if he needed me to do some work for him, then so be it. I could always call the campus and inform them that I'll be absent, eventually picking up the notes of tomorrow's potential seminar and be off. I had to make ends meet somehow.

I merged the car into the parking space of two cars that lingered in front of Freddie's office. I then take a breath to calm my nerves down; for I was about to be faced with the beautiful man once again.

And, as much as I'd like to push these thoughts out of my head, I can't. Freddie does something to me, and so far I can't figure out what that something is.

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Getting out of the car, I look up at the building and see all but one light lit up in the building. It wasn't the entrance illuminating the building, it was Freddie's office -- which indicated that he was, in fact, here.

I walk in and stop in my tracks. I take my phone out of my pocket and click on the latest conversation in my messages section on my device.

Heading into your office now. I have just arrived.

Once it sent, I walk over to his office and prepare myself for what's about to come.

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"Mr. Highmore?" I knock. "Mr. Highmore, it's me, Amanda!"

"C-come i-in..." said a muffled English accent on the other end of the door. I knit my eyebrows together at the strange way Freddie was talking.

When I opened the door and walked in, I see Freddie sitting up with a glass in his hand. He lifts it up and smirks.

"Care for a d-drink, Ms. Helgard?" He slurs, and it is then that I realize he is drunk.

"No thank you," I politely decline. "You texted me, sir." I continue. "What did you need from me?"

Tilting his head back with the tan liquor traveling down his throat, Freddie puts the glass down and pours another shot; somehow not missing the glass due to the condition he was in. He was still dressed in his work clothes, but he carried on a grin; as if the troubles of heartbreak no longer existed.

"I need a friend, Amanda." He pipes up. "And... Because... Because ye work for me now..." He lifts up the glass once again, looking at me with that million-dollar smile. "You get to experience being my friend as well." Freddie motions for me to sit, so I sit.

"Here," he says as he places the glass in my hand. "drink this. It'll take the edge off."

I put it down. "I don't drink, Mr. Highmore," I state. "I don't want to get addicted like the rest of my family has."

Freddie looks at me while he drinks his own glass. His glare is deadly, and even throughout all of this, he still manages to obtain a handsome composure; flawless to the brim.

"Drink it or I'll fire you..." He snaps.

"But --"

"-- Now!" He cuts me off. 

I gulp, then pick up my glass and slowly bring it to my lips.

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