BETWEEN Soph and Abs

Chapter 9

I'm not sure what time did he come back last night because I stayed in my room all night long. Cruz and Liam videocall me last night just to show me what Dean and Chloe got them for their birthday. 

Their birthdays are actually 3 months apart; Cruz's is on April 2nd, Liam's is on July 10th, but it's so much easier to just get two presents instead of one for the birthday boy and end up having fights over the toy for the whole week. 

I come out to the kitchen the next morning fully clothed in my long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans. I don't think it's appropriate to come out in pyjamas after just a short encounter with him last night so I showered and get ready in case he wants to bring me out. Or make me come. I gotta smell good for him. 

"Good morning, Mr Sinclair," I greet him the moment I see him sitting at the breakfast bar. He was staring at his iPad while sipping drinks from a white mug. 

He turns to me and smile, "Good morning. Did you have a good sleep?" 

"Yes I did." I smile back and turn to the fridge. I take out a mineral water bottle and sit next to him. 

"I'll shower then we can go out and have breakfast." He stands up, ready to walk to the stairs. He's wearing a wet black shirt I'm guessing it's sweat since he's also wearing shorts and sports shoes. He wears shoes in the house? I thought he only allows indoor slippers? Perhaps it's indoor shoes? 

He comes back half an hour later in jeans and short sleeve, button down shirt with only socks in his blue indoor slipper, "let's go." 

I follow him to the basement parking. I really can't wait to know what kind of car he own. Or how many of them. And which one is my baby? My A class Mercedes Benz. My LS3. It really excites me despite the fact I own a fancier car. 

We leave in a black Lamboghini- my first Lamboghini Wow oh Wow- for breakfast. We were quiet the whole ride, until we walk into the cafe to a table where a beautiful woman has already sat there. Oh? 

"Good morning, Mr Sinclair." She hugs him and whispers something to his ear. A hug? And an intimate whisper? Who is this woman? And why is she calling him Mr Sinclair if they're close with each other?

"Abigail, this is Gabrielle. She'll help you today to get your stuffs." My stuffs?

"Hello, Abigail. I'm Gabrielle, your stylist. We're going to have a fun day today." Oh? Now I have a stylist? 

Wait, what? Why? Is my style that bad?