Bentley
Drew is out running off some other errand for me, so I send for Ray instead, and he meets me in my room where I haven’t left all morning.
“Hillary’s flight is landing in like twenty minutes, please go get her from the airport,” I tell him, blindly reaching into my drawer and grabbing any key, tossing it to him.
“Ok, Sir.” He catches the key and leaves my room.
So I fix my bed, rearrange my room, brush my teeth, and take a quick hot shower. I’m not doing any of these for Hillary, of course not, I just want to start my day. I have work to get back to anyway, enough of the breaks.
Although I would admit that I miss her. I really miss her. The break was so long it felt like months. I hated going back to being lonely, it was so bad work couldn’t suffice anymore. I’m glad she’s bac
