Page 111 of The Passion

She needs to know I no longer know how to breathe without her.

It’s as simple as that.

I know she will need to be in the office again today.

It’s her first official day as the CEO, and she needs to be able to give it her all.

I’ve been up working for a few hours in my office, but I need to make sure she is awake and has time to shower and get redressed for work.

I walk into the bedroom with a small tray carrying her large cup of tea just how she likes it, instead of the coffee she was learning to love, along with a note from me this time.

Sassy looks up at me and hisses loudly, swiping her claws at me as I set the tray on the bedside table. She just catches my thumb with one of them.

“Fuck, you’re a little bitch. I knew it was too good to last.” I pull back and clutch my thumb that is now bleeding. And of course, I do what I was trying not to do, wake up Felisha with a start.

“What the hell?” She sits up in the bed and looks at me, clutching my thumb with a tissue to stop the blood. Sassy stands on the bed between me and Felisha, back arched and like she is ready to pounce.

“Her, not you.” I point at the furry devil in disguise on the bed. “Sorry I scared you. Your cup of tea, and please read the note.” I walk out, feeling shitty because that’s not how that was supposed to go.

That cat is lucky to still be alive right now.

While I’m cleaning up my scratch and putting a dressing on it, I rethink the words on the note and picture Felisha reading it.

My dear Felisha

I’m sorry.

I have so much more to saybut wanted to give you the chance to wake up and shower.

I will have breakfast waiting when you are ready.

I love you, even if you don’t feel the same right now.

I will never stop loving you.

Thank you for coming home.

Your Flynn xx

I can hear movement in my room and then the shower starting. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to join her in that shower. Taking the opportunity while she is showering, I duck into the walk-in closet and grab my suit for the day. My heart swells at seeing our clothes still hanging side by side. Let’s hope that remains after we talk.

Hearing the shower finish, I give her enough time to dress and get ready. I start cooking the vegetarian omelet that I know she loves, served with some smoked salmon.

As I’m plating the food, I hear her voice behind me.

“How’s your finger?” The softness of her words tells me she’s not ready to yell at me yet, so that’s a good start.

“I’ll live, but Sassy may not,” I grumble at the thought of that little furball. Turning to place the breakfast on the counter in front of where she is standing, I nod at her to sit.

“Oh, the big tough man is brought to his knees by a beautiful pussy.” I can’t help but smirk at her words, and as soon as Ido, she realizes what she said. “Cat! Pussycat, for Christ’s sake, Flynn.”

I think to myself, this is good. Making jokes has always been my fallback when situations get hard. It’s not always the best way to cope, but it’s what I have relied on. But now is not the time to be the village idiot.

“Hey, I didn’t say a word, even if it took all my strength to bite my tongue at your comment.” She rolls her eyes at me while I take a seat next to her, but I don’t drag her close to me like I normally would.

I hate how awkward this is.

“You need to eat. I doubt you ate much yesterday, and you need your strength for your first day on the job. Eat and then we will talk.”

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