Chapter 7
Ethan's POV
I couldn't help but wonder what she would be taking in the toilet that must have taken so much time. I randomly avert my gaze to Helen who's seated on the chair looking at me, her eyes intense as though she could burn my soul.
I quickly take my eyes off her, by this time I'm so worried about my Beauty, I look at my watch, walk to the room and knock on the door, "Phoebe" I call out and I hear her gasp.
"Are you okay?" I ask by this time placing my ear on the door.
She suddenly opened the door, "Hey" she said, her breath unstable, "I've gotten what I came for, bye" she said stepping out of the bathroom as she left I wanted to call her back and talk to her but with Helen seated on that chair waiting for a reason to unleash her anger, I was not ready to face her.
Or even Phoebe, only God knows what's on her mind. I pray she calls me after this or else I'm doomed.
Phoebe shuts the door with more force than necessary which causes me to flinch, what the hell?
Where I stand with my hands held out wide as Phoebe shuts the door at me, Helen has a better opportunity to size me up and roll her eyes all she wants.
"And who the fuck was that?" Helen bursts, yeah I was expecting that.
But I have to give Helen an answer, she needs an answer and it will save me from future problems.
"She's my friend," I say, my friend? I don't think she's my friend. I have feelings for her, I just gave her a job but friend is not a perfect word or name. What do I feel towards Phoebe or should I say crush? She's not my crush because it's now more than that, I've been intimate with her before even if I'm shying away from it.
"Your friend?" Helen repeated with disdain in her tone, and it didn't sit well with me. Even if I told Helen that Phoebe was my girlfriend, what was she going to do?
"She's my girlfriend," I say, finally swallowing the lump in my throat, and I don't miss Helen's eyes as she narrows it at me, "you're girlfriend? Since when?" Curiosity got the best of her.
"Well that's none of your business, I've told you the truth now, She's my girlfriend," I say with as much seriousness as I can gather at the moment.
"What do you m…..mean Mr Ethan, I've been bringing you all the kinds of girls you wanted for the past few years and I always made sure I gave you what you wanted….." I knew where she was heading with that so I stopped her.
"Enough," I barked with much force. Helen gave me a surprised look, she had never seen this part of me before, only the one that was lusting after girls but no more, I've found one I'll keep her with everything I have.
There's silence for a moment in the room until Helen speaks up, "If it's about last night I'm very sorry and such a thing won't repeat itself, the girl that was supposed to hook up with you was involved in an accident and the others were booked I'm sorry," she almost started crying.
Seems she still thinks it's the old Ethan she knows I have changed overnight, YES, and I'm proud of it, I want to love only one woman and that woman is Phoebe.
I walked up to the single sofa where Helen sat with her legs crossed. I used my finger to tilt her head up, "I no longer need your hookers or escort girls, I'm a changed man" I strained my words so she doesn't have an excuse not to understand me.
"You can't say that you're one of my major customers," she said, extending her hand to my chest. I closed my eyes. I'm familiar with that touch.
She sees what her touch is doing to me and she becomes more intense with her touch, trying to get me in the mood and buy me over so I don't cut ties with her but I think I know better than that.
I suddenly hold her hand firmly, my grip tight on her hand that I could feel her bones while holding her wrist, "if you know me very well, you'll understand that I don't like to repeat myself, I said I'm done with you, get out of my room, NOW" I pointed at the door.
She saw the seriousness in my expression and not being dumb the last thing she wanted to see was the wrath of my anger.
She got up and left. I quickly ran my hand through my hair in frustration. I didn't know what to explain to Phoebe about what she saw here. Come to think of it, I never even asked her if she had a boyfriend. I hope I'm not making a mistake.
My phone rings and I take out to see who is calling, immediately I see who is calling I pick up the call, "Good morning Mr Kendrick" I greet.
"Morning buddy, I'm on my way to your house. I just want to let you know I got your text about our meeting this morning."
"Alright, I see you in a few," I said to him as I hung up the call.
I almost forgot I had a meeting with my lawyer this morning, too many things happened this morning, and my brain is spinning.
I got up and headed to the toilet to freshen up so I could meet up with my lawyer. As I step into the toilet to freshen up something catches my attention, my boxer is no longer where it was, "Was this what she said she forgot?" I asked myself looking at the hanger where it was as though I was dreaming.
"Why did she take my boxers?"
I walk out of the bathroom and pick up my phone as I dial a number in seconds. The person from the other side picks up, "Get me CCTV footage of everything that happened in my hallway this morning."
"That girl is unbelievably crazy"