CHAPTER-08
1354 Words
Eric.
Hearing her mother mention that she had a date while I was in the kitchen last week really annoyed me. When the guy didn’t show up on the day of the date, I was so pissed off that I almost went looking for him.
When she called me, upset about the situation, the only thing that came to mind was having dinner together. Honestly, we ended up having a really good night. We enjoyed drinks and even shared a huge bowl of ice cream. In the end, I had to get us an Uber because we were both too drunk to drive.
The next day, I had Luke pick up Anna so we could retrieve our cars. I think since the night we shared a bed, we've grown a little closer.
Wrapping my arms around her that night was nearly my undoing. I was hard, and she knew it. Helping her out of the tub is what started the problem. The intoxicating smell of her rose shampoo was something I couldn’t get enough of.
But when she told me to move over, I knew I had to comply. I just needed one more minute. When I finally broke away, willing myself to do so was the only way I could eventually fall asleep. I was surprised I managed to sleep at all with the rush of blood that had rushed to my c**k all I could feel was the pulsing feeling inside of it.
It wasn’t a dreamless night, not at all. All I could see in my dreams was her, and they definitely weren't PG-rated. I woke up twice with a stiffy , and in the morning, I sound myself rubbing one out in her shower, almost as if I were a teenager again.
When it was finally time for me to go home it was like something had slammed me in the chest near being with her for that week made me want to stay longer but I had no reason to anymore would it be bad if I wished she was still ill so I could still stay with her.
That is really bad. What is wrong with me?
As I made my way toward Anna's office from the back, where I had just signed the form for her shipment, I froze when I saw a man standing in the corridor, his back to me.
“Can I help you?”
When he turned, his blue eyes met mine—Harry King, the city’s playboy. “I’m looking for Anna.”
With a furrowed brow, I replied, “She’s in a meeting at the moment. Do you want me to tell her you’re here?”
He scowled at me. “No, I’m going to wait for her.”
I moved closer and blocked the doorway to her office. “You do realize,” I said with amusement, “she’s going to be in there for another thirty minutes, right?”
He shrugged and leaned against the wall, acting like a total jerk. “It's alright; I have time.”
Before I could respond, the door across from us opened. Anna stepped out, followed closely by Mr. Williams. She had been with him for the past hour, sketching a ring design for his wife.
As she headed toward the shop floor, her eyes locked onto us, and she probably sensed the tension in the air. “Everything alright?” she asked.
No, everything isn’t alright; this jerk is near you. I couldn’t understand why her parents thought he was a good idea to set her up on a date with.
He smiled at her, the slimy bastard. “Anna,” he said, extending his hand.
She hesitated before taking it, and jealousy hit me hard. “I’m Harry King. We were supposed to go on a date together.”
She immediately yanked her hand away and crossed her arms in anger. “You’re the jerk who stood me up on a date I didn’t even want to go on, but for some reason, my parents are forcing it.”
He placed a hand on her cheek, making a low growl of possessiveness crawl up my throat. To mask it, I pretended to cough.
“I’m sorry, beautiful. I arrived at the restaurant at 8 PM, the time your grandfather said. I guess I got it wrong.”
“Wait, he did?”
He nodded. “What time did he tell you?”
She turned to me with questioning eyes, and I shrugged. “He told me 9 PM.”
Her brows furrowed. “Are you sure?”
“im positive” I respond.
“Well, I guess we will have to do it again.”
The stabbing pain in my heart was overwhelming, and I had to rub the spot; to anyone watching, it would look as if I was just itching.
Harry nodded a little too excitedly. “We can go bowling if you like.”
I let out a laugh, making Anna turn to me. “What’s so funny?”
“Taking a woman bowling for a date? What are you, twelve?”
“Eric,” she scolded.
“What? It’s weird!”
She shook her head and turned back to Harry, who was glaring at me. I couldn’t care less. Instead of taking her to a nice restaurant to make up for the missed date, he wanted to take her bowling. What is the appeal of putting your feet in shoes that someone else's sweaty feet have been inside?
“Leave it with my assistant, and he will put it in my diary,” she said before heading onto the shop floor, leaving me alone with this jerk.
“Sort it out, assistant,” he said sarcastically. “Saturday at 6 PM, and make sure she gets to me this time.” He then turned on his heel and followed her out.
For the rest of the day, I wasn’t in the best of moods but managed to hide it around Anna. However, during phone calls, my irritation showed, especially when a guy started demanding I make an appointment for a day when Anna was already booked.
“Sir, I’ve already explained she isn’t free that day. If it’s something urgent, you should have contacted us sooner—especially since your partner’s birthday is in a week. Do you realize that jewellery takes time to make? It can take weeks. Do you think she’s a robot who can get it done in a day?”
He began to stutter, and I was pretty sure it was from anger as he said, “A-aren’t you supposed to be more polite to potential customers? Miss Petrova will be hearing about this.”
“Good,” I said before slamming the phone down, immediately regretting it. “Fuck.” Running a hand through my hair I stand.
I need to take a minute. Grabbing my cell, I made my way to Anna’s office, where I found her sitting behind her desk, her head down as she typed on her laptop.
“Anna?”
She looked up at me, her gaze soft as she smiled. However, when she saw my expression, she asked, “What happened?”
I blew out a long breath and rubbed the back of my neck. “I may have been a little rude to a customer just now.”
She studied me as she leaned back in her chair, her expression blank. “Was there a reason?”
“Other than him demanding I make room for him on a day you’re busy? No. He thought you could finish an engagement ring in a week.”
She rubbed her bottom lip with her finger. “Don’t worry about it, Eric. There’s always one every couple of months who thinks they are more important than my other clients. You look stressed, so go take a break.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No, but don’t let it happen again.”
“Of course.”
She nodded and got back to whatever she was doing before I interrupted.
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