Forgetting Archer ✔

Chapter 18

Archer's POV.

I couldn't stop staring at her as she stared out the window avoiding all eye contact with me. My eyes traveled to the ring I got for her a few years back and I had a strong urge to grab her hand and kiss it. I could see it in her eyes that she was scared of what was happening but she was also not liking the idea of being with me.

I thought after almost six years of not seeing me she'd be happy to spend time with me but I was wrong and it's all my fault. I practically left to protect myself from getting hurt but instead, she got hurt even more. 

She suffered all alone for years and I felt like putting a gun to my head for the pain I’ve caused her that she didn't deserve.

She kept a respectful space between us in the elevator and it was driving me crazy to just throw her against the wall and take her then and there. No one would disturb us because this elevator was private.

"Mr. Magnum, Good morning," Sofie, my secretary, flirted when she saw me. She was wearing her pencil skirt and white blouse with most of the buttons unbuttoned as usual showing her cleavage. Her eyes landed on Debbie who was busy looking around the hallway and she scowled.

"Miss. Nevers, Good morning, this is my fiance, Debbie Steele," both their mouths fell open.

"I am not his fiance," Debbie informed annoyed and I turned to her grabbing her hand that had the ring.

"Darling, are you still mad about what happened with your car? I promise to get you a new one."

"What?" she questioned confusedly. 

I didn't continue the conversation and just pulled her towards my office. When we got there, Miss. Patterson was waiting for me. When she saw me she smiled turning pink, but then her gaze averted to Debbie and her smile immediately fell.

"Debbie?"  She confusingly interrogated so my eyes traveled to Debbie who stared at her with the same amount of surprise but with a hint of disgust. "Debbie w-"

"Save it, Corabella," Debbie said sassily, making an awkward pause fall into place.

"Debbie this is my P.A. that you seem to already know. Miss. Patterson, this is Miss. Steele,” I broke the silence. “What is on my schedule?"

Miss. Patterson fiddled with the books in her hands nervously for a while then she finally found it. "Um... You have to interview people for the Document Organizing job from 10 to 12 and You have to meet with the t-the manager of your supermarket at 3 then send paychecks for the construction workers working  on the Hotel."

"Call Mr. Bromfield to come in at 5 today, tell him he has to come," I instructed her. "Would you like anything to eat?"

"No I’m fine sir," Miss Patterson answered, turning pink and I almost laughed.

"I was talking to my Fiance," I pointed out.

"Oh," she replied holding her head down in embarrassment.

"You know what, Darling," Debbie said with a mischievous grin shocking me. "I am craving french vanilla and chocolate-filled croissant."

"Okay, you heard her," I said, not bothering to ask why she decided to play along, knowing that Miss. Patterson had something to do with it.

"Make that two french vanilla coffees and croissants," Debbie added initially to irritate her and succeeded. Miss. Patterson gave her a death glare before walking past her, brushing her with her shoulder.

"What was that?" I asked amused.

"Shut up," she mumbled, snatching her hand away from mine and entering my office. She looked around at the glass interior with a door leading to my private bathroom and the main table stationed close to the glass wall that was looking over the city. There were two silver leather sofas in the corner facing each other and a small coffee table between them occupying a folder. Right beside the sofa against the brown wall was a mini-fridge. "Wow." she mused going straight to sit in my swivel chair.