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Chapter Twenty-Two

Damien

“That’d be all for today, John.” I dismissed. He gave a curt bow and walked out the door.

It was 4 p.m. And I was already done with my tasks for the day.

Lightly I drummed my fingers against the desk. Slow at first. And I swayed my head to the beat.

Until I pumped them faster. I bobbed my head to the rhythm. Letting the beats fill my head.

I was bored.

I shook my head at my own thoughts. Boredom. I was never bored.

No. It wasn’t boredom then. It was something else.

Glancing around my office, I took in the grey walls. Only now did I notice it seemed too dark. Perhaps I could redesign it.

White? With flowers? Too perky?

I shook my head again. Glancing at the telephone.

If she was here I’d have called her to ask. I wanted objective input.

Scratch that. I wanted her input.

I wanted her here. Fuck, I missed her. A few hours without her presence, it seemed like I had nothing to do.

I really missed her here. Somehow it all seemed boring without her. It all seemed empty and bland.

Exactly how my life had been before she graced it with her presence. In a few months, my life had moved from whatever it was to here; to a pure state of happiness.

I was happy… and I had her to thank for it. The three days spent on our mini vacation in the hotel suite had grown on me.

I missed it. I missed her constant presence around me.

And I briefly wondered why all of it hadn’t happened sooner. Oh, right, the rules.

The unnecessary rules that guided our contract.

I grunted. She wasn’t here because she wanted to visit her parent’s grave. It’s why she had seemed a bit off this morning.

Instantly, I stood up. Clearing my schedule and shutting down my laptop.

There was something I needed to do. And I knew just what.

I rode down the elevator. Hands in my pockets. And a smile on my face.

“Good evening sir,” the receptionist greeted when I passed.

“Evening.”

Ignoring her look of shock, I breezed through the doors. And reached the garage.

In no time, I revved out of the garage. I could feel my heart racing as I approached the store.

The smell of flowers hit my nostrils once I entered the store. I brushed past the white roses. I didn’t need that anymore.

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