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Chapter six

CHAPTER SIX

CASSIE POV

“I’m awake…” Who am I talking too?

I remember where I am, and that I’m entirely and utterly alone.

I look over to the bedside cabinet, there’s a message, and a missed call.

From Jericho.

“I didn’t hear my phone go off.”

I look at my phone puzzled and disorientated from just waking up.

He must have called when I had just fallen asleep.

But how wasn’t I able to hear it.

The phone light blinds my eyes, I’m about to read the message.

I notice my phones on silent. ‘I don’t remember putting it on silent.

I must have done it subconsciously, to stop Alexis from interrupting my sleep.’

I go to the message and start to read what Jericho has decided to contact me about.

He never texts, he always calls. “He’s probably pissed I didn’t answer the first time.

I bet he’s not too happy having to resort to texting.”

“Miss Knox, I tried calling.

Quite frankly I’m not too happy with having to text you, you know how much I despise it.”

(Told you) “But you have left me with no other choice.

There are some important manuscripts on your desk for you to collect immediately, and then back on my desk, with the appropriate notes attached by Wednesday at the latest.”

I look at the date on my phone, it’s Tuesday.

I have a little under 24 hrs.

To get to the office, come back to Alexis’s, do the work, then return them back to his lordship by tomorrow.

I’m so screwed, and he knows it.

I think about returning Jericho’s call, to see if there’s any way, that he could let up on the deadline.

I know it’s hopeless though.

I’m not even supposed to be back in the office, until after winter break.

Why does he suddenly need me?

Or these manuscripts for that matter?

They’ re equally as important as the other 100 manuscripts I’ve worked on, so what makes these ones so important. “They’re not he just wants to make my life miserable.”

Happy winters break to me.

And it’s only just begun.

I get to the office a little after noon.

I see Mr Prick himself, in his office.

I steer clear and go directly to my desk.

I see the manuscripts there, about 5 of them.

There’s no way I’m going to be able to get these done by tomorrow.

Even If I did pull an all-nighter.

It just wasn’t possible, Jericho knew this.

Amy glances in my direction from her place at the reception desk.

She eyes me eyeing the manuscripts, with a look of frustration on my face.

I look up as I feel someone is watching me and see Amy. “Sorry.” She mouths.

I don’t understand why she could possibly be sorry.

It wasn’t Amy that told Asshole Dean to be such a dick to me. No, he learnt how to do that all on his own.

I shrug.

It’s kind of like a silent response from me, to let her know, I knew it wasn’t her fault.

Before Jericho sees me and comes out of the office, I grab my stuff along with the manuscripts to make a quick escape.

I’m able to make it to my car.

I start the engine.

I see Jericho running out the doors, just as I’m pulling off.

“Ha, take that. Mr fucking kiss my ass.”

I know he can’t hear me.

That little bit of excitement was just for my own amusement. And I feel powerful with it.

I’m weaving through traffic, heading back to Alexis’s, feeling like a fucking super hero when I see a call come through on the dash.

“Great.”

My daring escape is short lived as Jericho calls me.

I ignore it though.

What could he possibly have to say to me?

I have the manuscripts, I’ll get the work done, on time, just so I can shove it in his face.

Ass wipe!

I arrive at Alexis’s, which is my home for the next four weeks.

I grab the manuscripts out my car when, the chiming sound from my cell to let me know I have a text message sounds.

I know who it is.

I don’t bother looking.

I head towards the front door when again the chiming sound. “No way he’s text me twice in 5 seconds.” I say to myself.

I still don’t look.

He’s pissed me off, I have nothing to say to him.

“Text me as much as you like Jericho, I’m not answering.”

I walk into the house and throw my keys down, into the key bowl by the door, I kick my pumps off and head straight for my bedroom.

I need to get these scripts done, so for that, I need complete comfort and silence.

I switch my cell off, but not without sending Alexis a quick message to say “I’m going dark to try and get some work done.”

Without looking at Jericho’s messages, my cell is now off.

If anybody needs me, they’ll have to try and find me.

Which won’t be that hard.

Jericho POV

I know I was a dick, but I had to see her again.

I had to know, if what I dreamt, was an actual feeling inside me. The start of something… It was.

I couldn’t shake this feeling that she was close by.

I was in the office on a call.

(As usual) when suddenly, I felt a change in my body.

It was like, heat rising from a volcano.

She was close, I could tell.

Then I saw her, gathering her things.

I was still on a call so I couldn’t go out and be near her.

Just to be in her Prescence.

She was gone by the time I had hung up.

I asked Amy at reception where she went.

“She’s just left, Mr Dean. You just missed her.”

Not possible.

I told Amy to hold all my calls, and I went chasing after her.

I saw her getting into her car.

She looked directly at me, with a smug look on her face. She knew what she was doing.

She’s playing a dangerous game.

With me, and my heart.

She can’t be too far.

I rush back inside to my office, I grab my cell, I call her.

I just want to hear her voice.

Nothing. She’s not picking up.

I know she can answer the call whilst driving, she’s just trying to prove a point.

And it’s working.

I don’t know why, or what it is about her, she’s driving me crazy.

I send her a text. I wait.

No reply.

I send another.

Wait some more.

Still no reply.

I will drive over to her friend’s house if I must.

Only I don’t know where it is.

I will have to find somebody that does.

Can’t be too hard can it.

Maybe Amy knows.

I’m about to leave my office and ask when, I realise how possessive I’m sounding.

Hunt her down, asking her colleagues where her friend lives. This isn’t me. I’m not no lovesick boy who has it bad for some girl.

And I sure as hell aren’t some obsessive boyfriend type either.

‘Hmm… boyfriend. That sounds good coming out of my mouth, but I’m not her boyfriend.’ I think this.

The possibility of it has me feeling rather strange.

‘No, but you want to be.’ The nagging friend is back.

“No”. I admit to myself.

“I want to be more than that. I want to be her EVERYTHING.”

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