Just a Little Pixie Dust

Eryx (Chapter 7.)

I watched Isabelle closely for a long moment, I knew she knew I was watching her but hell what did I care anymore? Just about everyone, bossman included, knew about us. I was in love with her, though the timing wasn’t the best at first and Aryelle was extremely upset with me about it, I couldn’t just sit there and deny how much I loved her. Adam had left her and that was his mistake, this woman was amazing, she was smart, sexy and strong. I didn’t know what I loved more out of all of it but I knew I was in love with her. 

Helping pick up the mess that was left in the wake of Angelica and Kitty getting out, I ignored the throbbing that was my head. As much as I was supposed to be worried about work right then and there I was more worried about how much I wanted to see her out of those clothes right then and there. I was guessing that was what came with barely being able to have time alone with someone you wanted more than anything in the world. 

She looked over at me and gave me a look and I knew damn well that was her telling me to get back to work and stop watching her but damn was it hard to do. Shifting I started reading over some of the papers I was picking up and frowned deeply at the one that was on top with “Darling” written in bold words across it. 

Setting it on the pile of ones for Sara to go through I started grabbing more and tried to distract myself as much as I could. But, at this rate I knew the moment I could get out of there I was renting a hotel room and taking her with me. Frowning at the thought I couldn’t wait until this damn divorce was finalized and I could get Elle to move out so I could let Isabelle move into the place. 

No matter how hard she wanted to fight it, I knew and she knew that the house was mine and there was no changing that. As soon as we were legally fully divorced she was to be out and she knew. That’s why she was looking so hard to get her own place while she worked at the hair salon, but for now? She was living in my spare bedroom and I was often never home due to taking Isabelle out with me or to a hotel room for a week. 

Grabbing my cup, I took a long drink from it and stacked papers on my desk, glancing down at the letter that sat on my desk and glanced up at Isabelle who mouthed “Later” to me. Nodding my head I slid the letter inside my desk and got back to work trying to keep myself as focused as I could.