5 - The grumpy boss.
1610 Words
Dafne White's POV
I get out of the taxi and continue looking at the ring carefully.
"I accept you as my wife, grumpy. This ring is just a small token; you'll have confirmation in the bedroom."
What was that?
I swear I even felt his breath on my neck as he said all that. I could clearly see him putting the ring on my finger.
No, that's not possible!
I look for the key, laughing. It must have been another one of that cocky guy's games. This must even be a toy. I put it back in my purse and open the door with an amused smile.
“I'm home, Grace!” I drop my suitcase to look around the apartment curiously.
It's very quiet.
“Grace!” I hear the bathroom door.
“Girlfriend.” I see her with dark circles under her eyes, touching her stomach with her hands.
“What happened to you?” I hug her, and she's burning up. “Grace, you're burning up!”
“I got food poisoning, or maybe it's the flu. The doctor said it will only last a few days at most, something viral, apparently.” She should be in bed.
“Grace, you need to lie down. I'll make you something bland to eat.” She shakes her head and pulls away to sit on the couch.
“Come and tell me everything. That's all I care about right now.” She pats the couch, and I sit down with a smile. “Oh my god, that cruise was amazing! De-tails! Now!” I laugh.
“Grace, not even sick do you miss out on gossip.” She shakes her hair and starts coughing.
“Never.” She laughs at herself. “Please tell me some hot single guy with big arms took your panties off with his teeth.” I burst out laughing.
“Grace!” We laugh. “Maybe he did because I couldn't find them when I woke up.”
“YES! THANK YOU, JESUS CHRIST, FOR ALLOWING MY FRIEND TO BE RAVAGED MERCILESSLY BY A HOT GUY!” I can't stop laughing. She'll always make me laugh.
“Please, you have to calm down. It was...”
“More details, size, shape, width, flavor?” I open my eyes wide.
“You're such a pervert.” She nods, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
“I'm just happy, very happy. Ben is forgotten. Goodbye, cheater!” I smile and sigh because remembering him still hurts.
It wasn't a months-long relationship. We were together for two years. That's a long time, and it's hard to forget so easily.
“Come on, dirty details.” I bite my lower lip.
“Sadly and embarrassingly, I was so, so drunk that I don't remember anything.” I pout sadly.
“Don't lie, Daf! What do you mean you don't remember anything?” I shrug.
“I woke up with a guy, who, by the way, I met before boarding and gave my other ticket to.”
“You sure know how to pick them up.” I shake my head, amused.
“Anyway, a cocky jerk I couldn't stand, although I won't deny he was very handsome, with eyes the color of the sea and a perfect white smile.” Grace waves her hand.
“The body, that's what matters to me.” I roll my eyes. “Come on, you must have woken up naked, wrapped in his sheets, traumatized. I know you.” She knows me too well.
“I was actually very comfortable, I must say, but unfortunately, I don't remember anything.” I really am sorry about that.
“But the feeling of a masterful romp can be felt in your body. Tell me everything hurt.” I bite my lower lip and sit down.
“YUP!”
“I have bruises on my hips.” She groans.
“Girlfriend, that was a wild animal. Damn drunkenness! You should have paced yourself to remember, even if it could have left you crippled. But who cares!” I throw myself back on the couch.
“Too bad he was such a snob. I wouldn't have slept with him sober, but I guess the alcohol made me see him with simple female eyes, and he really was a prime male specimen, Grace.” She smiles.
“Did you at least have a good time?” I nod.
“A very good time. I feel better, renewed, and it was a fun adventure.” She pats my shoulder.
“That's great. Now, with the gossip out of the way, I need you to save my job.” I open my eyes wide.
“What do you mean?” She sighs and closes her eyes, leaning back on the couch.
“My boss is Satan. Can you believe he said, 'If you're not dying, put on a mask and get your ass in here'?” I frown.
“He's heartless.” She nods confidently.
“You have to help me, cover for me for a day. It's just bringing him coffee and some documents, but everything is on the tablet I'll give you.” I shake my head in horror.
“No, Grace, you just told me your boss is a heartless man, like an ogre. I'm not going. You know I don't do well with rude people.” She gives me puppy dog eyes.
“Please, it's only for a few hours. Control your impulses, just for me.”
“That's not so easy. Hostile environments upset me, Grace.” She sighs.
“I'm going to have to change jobs. What's $1,000 a day? I'll get something better.” I open my eyes wide, surprised by the amount.
“They pay you $1,000 a day?” She nods.
“How do you think I pay my bills and all my unnecessary whims and the college debts I have?” I continue, surprised.
“That's a lot, Grace. If I cover for you, would you pay me for a day?”
“That would be only fair, honestly. Will you do it?” The truth is, for that money, I wouldn't mind putting up with a jerk for a few hours.
“It's $1,000, Grace. I think I can handle your i***t boss for a bit. Won't he notice I'm not you?” She rolls her eyes.
“I don't even know if the man ever looks at my face. Just wear a mask.”
“If you say so, but give me all the instructions.”
“Yes! Relax. Thank you!” She hugs me, and I smile.
“It's mutual aid, girlfriend. With that, I'll pay off Mom's mortgage debt.” Grace looks at me with an understanding and happy smile.
..............
I'm in the taxi, wringing my hands, trying to remember everything Grace told me. When I agreed to cover for her, I thought, 'Great, $1,000!' But when she told me she worked for Logan Wallace, I was terrified. I look out the window and see a huge billboard with a clothing ad featuring him, so handsome and such an ogre. I look at him closely, and in one photo, I could swear he looks just like...
Come on, Daf! As if a millionaire of his caliber would be accepting a cheap cruise ticket.
Besides, I only saw him in passing. It's just my imagination. There are many people who look alike.
I'm such a dreamer! As if Logan Wallace would ever notice me.
I arrive at the building and go up to the corresponding floor, wearing Grace's ID, and wait.
.
Ten minutes pass, and she doesn't arrive.
I need to pee, and I don't know what to do.
“Do you know how much longer Mr. Wallace will be?” I ask a girl on the floor.
“Are you covering for Grace?”
“Yes. Do you think Mr. Wallace will notice?” She smiles.
“Not if you don't talk. Your voice is very different from Coleman's.” That doesn't help my nerves.
I need to go to the bathroom.
I run to the bathroom quickly because I don't think it's a good idea to hold it in and then get a kidney infection.
I finish my business and hurry out.
“Coleman!” A deep voice reaches me, and I deduce it's her boss, so I hurry up.
“Here...” I stop short because I shouldn't have spoken.
But it's even worse when he turns around, and I recognize him. Damn! It's him.
“Grumpy.” My eyes widen.
“Bruce... Are you Logan Wallace?” He smiles and frowns.
“Why do you have my assistant's badge? Wait... Do you know my assistant?”
“She's my friend, and...”
Jesus! I slept with a supermodel.
“Never mind, you can explain that later. Right now, I can't believe you're here, and... we have some very important business to attend to.” I blink incredulously. “My office, please.” I just walk in shock.
This is some weird dream or something.
I enter the office, and he closes the door, locking it.
“I sent you to do some research. I was supposed to get your information today, but you're here. I guess fate loves me.”
“You were looking for me? Why?” He looks at me as if it's obvious.
“Because of our problem.” I raise an eyebrow.
“I'm confused.” He chuckles.
“Right, you don't know.” He continues laughing with amusement. “We're married, Miss White.”
“What?!”
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