Chapter Three - You have no right showing up here.

Alyssa

I am so annoyed as I leave the building. I should have told him no, but it would mean I would be unemployed. I would have taken the risk and said no if I knew it was for two nights. I can’t believe I need to share a hotel room with him. It is going to be awkward and uncomfortable.

The walk back to my apartment is what I need. The fresh air will do me good. I could get a cab, but it won’t take long to walk, about ten minutes. My car is in the garage, which is the only reason I didn’t drive here.

All I want is to get home, change into my pjs, order pizza and have a glass of wine. I need to relax and prepare myself for this weekend. How I am going to do that, I do not know. I sigh. How did I manage to get myself into such a mess? No, I am not blaming myself. I blame my jackass of a boss who thinks the world revolves around him. It probably does most of the time, but I am not letting myself become part of that world. We are boss and assistant; there needs to be boundaries.

I have no clue where the wedding is. I should have asked more questions. He will hopefully tell me what I need tomorrow. I am dreading shopping. I hate it. It is one of the most boring things in the world to me. I would be a terrible rich person. I pop my earphones in to listen to music on my stroll. Music always calms me. I hum along to it and lose myself in a world in my head rather than thinking about what happened at the office.

I arrive at my apartment in no time. First, I dump my things and head to my bedroom to change into some pjs, take my hair from its tie and wipe my make-up off. I feel much better. I order my pizza and pour a large glass of white wine. I usually have a small glass if I have work the next day, but tonight, I need a little more after what happened. I close all my blinds and snuggle up on my sofa with a blanket. I don’t plan on leaving my place again tonight.

I find something to watch as I wait for my pizza and mozzarella sticks to arrive. I am starving. I didn’t have lunch today unless a large coffee counts as lunch. I enjoy my wine until my food arrives. It shouldn’t be too long. The place isn’t far from mine, and the service is great. I could have stopped in on my way home but couldn’t be bothered tonight.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of my intercom came through my apartment. I took money from my purse, along with enough to pay a tip. It would be my usual guy delivering. I waited at my front door for him.

“Good evening, Alyssa.” He greets.

“Good evening, Jason. How is your night?” I smile.

“Not bad. It has been busy, so it is passing quickly. How was your workday?”

“That is always good. I am glad it is over.” I laugh.

He hands me my food, and I pay. We say goodbye, and I lock up for the night and settle down to eat my pizza. I don’t even manage a whole slice before there is a knock at my front door. Who the hell is that? I am not expecting anyone. My friends would let me know if they were coming to visit.

I check through the peephole. I live alone; I need to be careful when I answer the door. I groan when I see who it is. What does he want? How does he even know my address? I work for him, and I am sure it is all on record, but should he be looking at them?

I take a deep breath and open the door. I am surprised to see him in casual clothes: jeans and a hoodie. I am used to him in a suit every day. It is a good look for him. I keep the door only half open.

“Mr Sutton, what are you doing at my apartment?”

I disguise my annoyance. I don’t like him showing up here without notice. He doesn’t have a right. My life outside of work should not collide with my boss.

He looks me up and down, smirks, pushes the door open and walks into my apartment without being invited. I roll my eyes and close the door behind me. He strolls towards the living room. I quickly follow him.

“What are you doing eating crap like this?” he asks, pointing to my pizza.

“Excuse me? There is nothing wrong with pizza. What do you want?”

He turns to face me and shakes his head, “You are better off making your own. The stuff they put into them is not good for you. You should take better care of yourself.”

“My eating habits are none of your business. I do take care of myself. I just make sure to treat myself once a week. Again, it has nothing to do with you. What do you want?” I snap.

My patience is getting low. I am trying my best not to lose it at him. Yes, we are outside of work, but he wouldn’t think twice about firing me if I yelled at him outside of work.

“I was bored. I wanted to come by and discuss the details for the wedding. We need to be on the same page.”

“It couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?” I sigh.

He shakes his head, “No. I am a man of action. Something needs doing; I do it as soon as possible.”

“Fine, we can discuss, but I will be eating my dinner while we do so,” I say firmly.

“Or I can throw it in the trash and make you eat something healthier.” He smirks.

“You touch my pizza, I will kick you in the balls. What I do with my life is none of your damn business. You are my boss, not my father or boyfriend.” I hiss through gritted teeth.

I am normally a calm person, but something about Wyatt tonight is irking me.

I see Wyatt grip the edge of my sofa, and his jaw clenches, “You wouldn’t have such an attitude probably if you were mine.” He growls.

He stares at me, his eyes darker than I am used to seeing. He is looking at me like a damn wild animal, waiting to pounce on his unexpected prey. I swallow hard, and my heart pounds in my chest.

What the fuck? What is happening right now? I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.

Wyatt’s lips raised into a smirk, “Speechless?”

I need to pull myself together. I shake it off, “No. Annoyed.”

“I am sure you will get over it. Now, we need to talk about the wedding.”

He is just going to brush off what happened? It is probably for the best. I don’t know what that was and would rather not find out.

“Okay. Tell me everything I need to know.” I say, faking a smile.

I am sure it can’t be hard to play along. There can’t be too many details for me to remember.