Voluntary work

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Gennie

I woke up with a sudden panic. I had overslept again, my heart lurched at the sight of the clock. Four fifty-two pm.

Oh no, I must've really overslept. I quickly got up from the bed, hurried to the bathroom poured some warm water on my skin, and quickly got out. Quickly found a pair of sweatpants and shirt in the speed of light wore them and brushed my hair, I had washed it earlier in Wesley's bathroom that morning, good thing I didn't have to waste any more time.

I hurried out, locking my apartment. I took giant strides towards my car, and shoot! I left my keys inside. I let out a frustrated grunt and hurried back inside. I found it on the small coffee table, I headed back out, locking up my apartment again.

I drove like a crazy bat that just got outta hell towards the Eko Hotels. I had to get to Wesley before he checked out.

Fuck! I was trapped in the evening traffic, WTF! Today was Sunday! Huff! I was exasperated!

Finally freed from the traffic, I drove at a healthy speed as I turned the street.

I parked safely at the temporary parking space, I got down, went to the reception, I confirmed at the reception he didn't check out, I was a bit relieved as I nervously walked straight to his room.

I rang the doorbell, my belly was doing a little flip while I waited. As I was about ringing again, the door went open.

He was there, staring. My nerves deserted me under his intense gaze. I looked away from his expressionless eyes, focusing on the door. His figure stood between the partially open door and its frame.

"I left my phone, I'm here to get it!" I started, scratching the bridge of my nose. That wasn't the only reason I was here, but that could do for now, until I got inside.

"Oh, I'd figured, here!" He awkwardly handed me the phone there at the door.

I hesitated, feeling a little icky and stupid, I stared at his hand and back to his face, then from his face back to his hand. Tension hung heavy on the air.

"Here!" He repeated, waving the phone at my face.

I rolled my eyes and snatched the phone from his hand.

"See you then!" I turned, in slo-mo, hoping for a reason not to leave, hoping he'd call me back, invite me in or start up a conversation.

"And I think we need to talk Gennie!" I heard him call after me.

I tried not to smile, Wesley really knew how to push my buttons.

"Yeah, definitely!" I turned back, pushing my way inside. I think that baffled him, maybe he thought I was going to object.

I sat on the sofa, he sat shortly after me. I was uneasy with his formalities and his serious face. He looked extremely handsome in this stern look but I wanted the playful Wesley, not this serious one.

"Sorry about his morning! I don't know what that was!" I started, playing with my phone, easing the tension on the poor thing.

Wesley didn't say anything, he was still staring, I couldn't read what was in his eyes but whatever that was made me so uncomfortable. I looked away, waiting for his response, obviously, he must've had something in mind before stopping me from going.

"You didn't mean what you said earlier did you?" He asked, his tone deep.

"I said lots of things earlier, could you please be more specific?" I wanted to be sure that was what he meant. I was biting my fingernails, I had that bad manner whenever I was nervous, right now, under Wesley intensive study I was nervous, why did I even come here! Why is he acting this way?

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