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“Well— excuse me.” His phone started to ring, which ruined the mood, might I add, but I understand how important he is. Dillon excused himself from the table and went to take the call.
I could see that he stepped into a shed-like building with glass doors and windows. I couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but it was easy to tell he wasn’t happy. The variation from pacing to arms being flared in the air, and even the way his jaw moved in such an asymmetrical manner.
As I was approaching the area, Mikkel and Lucio appeared and stopped me in my tracks. “Ms. Willis, we were instructed to take you home.” Home? What do they mean?
“Wait, but our date isn’t o—”
“We know, and he’s sorry about it, but he has to leave now. I’m not at liberty to tell you what the matter is, mainly because I’m unaware of it, but he advised us by text to make sure you get home safely. Compliance is necessary, so please.” I’m livid. No matter what has happened, I didn’t expect that Dillon would have to leave and didn’t say goodbye himself.
A cloud of darkness was forming over my heart, and I felt like I was getting breathless. It wouldn’t even make sense to ask him because I know he’d just change the topic. Glancing back in the room, I saw him still on the phone while I walked away with Lucio and Mikkel and they took me home.
They dropped me off at the curb, and I made my way up the elevator, in a worse mood than when I left.
The velvet-covered box he gave me was still tucked under my arm, but I had no intentions of opening it just yet.
He just left. There was no text message. No call. No voicemails. He just left. I had no answers, and I wanted answers so badly. I knew him better than this to know that he wouldn’t have just left.
I stripped, butt naked, and I went to lay down. My hand rubbed across the velvet fabric, and my brain processed the note over and over again.
“Flowers aren’t your thing, but this is.”
My curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the gift.
Holy shit. This was not the time to get all smiley with him, but how could I not? Stacked in the box were five hardcover, limited-edition cover, signed books by Sylvia Day. Wow. I’ve told him about these books before, but I didn’t know he’d actually get them.
The passion for reading was always a strong one since I was little, but my mom didn’t have nearly enough money to buy the books in paperback. I’d have to read them on the school computers or download them on my phone.
My hand roamed over the call button about twelve times before I had to remind myself of what I deserved. I wouldn’t call him first about anything; he needs to explain it to me. If I let him get away with this once, he’ll feel compelled to pull this trick all the time.
Plus, for a man who sets the bar so high, he better have a good way of making it up to me.
Thoughts flooded my brain, wild thoughts, but I shoved them to the back of my mind and went to sleep. Nothing beats a crappy day better than a nice long slumber.
CHAPTER 21
Azzaria
The smell of strong black coffee, waffles, and bacon filled the air. I wondered if I was dreaming, or if I forgot to close my window before bed. Either way, I jumped up from my sleep and looked around. Climbing out of bed, I saw coffee in the percolator and sizzling pots on the stove.
A cold air also rushed over my body, hardening my nipples, and that’s when I realized I was fully naked. There’s someone in my apartment, I’m naked and just standing here. I should be more alarmed, but I felt safe, almost like it’s Abigail here.
Picking the robe off the ground, I dragged it over my body and walked around the flat. There’s a 0.1% chance I did all this in my sleep, or someone’s actually here.
“Abigail,” I shouted, “Abigail-Ann. Abi—holy shit,” I screamed and backtracked my steps. This wasn’t what I expected.
“Scream louder so the entire city can hear you.” I’ve never met a more snarky person than the one standing in front of me right now.
“Dillon, why are you here?” As I saw his face, the memories of the night before flooded my brain. The way he left me without explanation and how much it hurt to see all that happen.
“I came to apologize. I thought about texting you, but that wouldn’t be enough. I’m sorry for walking out on our dinner. It was immoral of me, and it wasn’t fair to you. I came off as an—”
“Asshole? Yes, you did. I know you’re busy—one of the busiest ever. But you could’ve taken a minute or less to tell me that we had to cut it short. It fucking sucked to hear from your drivers that you had to leave.”
By the way, how did he get in? Did I leave my door open? What the fuck? “And how did you get inside?”
“I’m sorry. Alex called me because Mara almost had a tiny stroke. I panicked and had to leave but I should’ve told you first. You deserve a lot better than that. I got inside because I fund your school’s housing programme, so it wasn’t hard to get in.” He stood tall in his lazy sweats and a plain T-shirt. If you saw him the way I was seeing him right now, you’d never think he was the billionaire CEO that’s displayed on TVs and magazines. He looked vulnerable.
And wait. Did he just say Mara had a stroke?
