I brace her up as she steps out of the tub. Then I grab a towel and run it over her body before wrapping it around her.
“I really love your heart, Alfie. I know you say you don’t have one, but I see it,” Molly says.
“Let that be our secret.” I wink and lead her out into the bedroom. I find a hoodie and put it over her head, discarding the towel.
Molly sits on the bed as someone knocks on the door. I open it and my father and the doc walk in.
“Doc’s here to fix your face,” my dad announces.
“Can you fix perfection?” Molly says aloud. She quickly snaps her mouth shut.
I smirk. “Good to know you think my face is perfect.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ican’t believe he’s gone. Angus. I haven’t gone this long without talking to him, without having him handle every aspect of my life. I’m literally lost, and it’s only now that I’m realizing how much I relied on my best friend. I hope he knew how much I appreciated him, how much I adored him.
A lot of my senior staff turned up to his funeral, along with other CEOs who interacted with us over the years and respectedhim. He really was great at his job, but more than that, he was a great best friend. I honestly don’t even know how to go on without him.
“Miss Olive, I’m sorry. I need to get your signature on a few things if you have a moment.” A young girl walks into my office with a black folder.
After Angus’s funeral, I came to Seattle. I figured being in the office would be good. I was wrong. It’s worse, because I expect to see him everywhere I look.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” I ask, peering up from my laptop screen.
“I’m Jenny. Your temporary assistant, ma’am,” the girl replies.
“Who hired you?” I push up from my chair and stand behind my desk.
Alfie glances up from his phone. Every time I move to stand, he notices and is on his feet as well. He’s been my shadow this last week. Not leaving me for longer than ten minutes at a time.
“Um, Mr. Smith did, ma’am,” the girl says nervously.
“You’re fired. Get out of my office. I do not need nor do I want a new assistant.” I try to keep my voice as even as possible but fail miserably.
Alfie stands and reaches for the folder. “I’m sorry, Jenny. Now isn’t a good time. Let me take that from you.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Olive,” Jenny says with a shaky voice right before running out of the office.
Alfie closes the door and then turns and slowly walks towards me. “If you need to yell at someone, yell at me.” He nods once. “I have tough skin. I’ll also forgive and forget every horrible thing you say. And you won’t feel bad tomorrow or next week for yelling at me.” He stops right beside my desk. “But firing your staff isn’t going to help you, which counteracts their purpose here in the first place.”
“I don’t need or want your advice on how to manage my company, Alfie. If you don’t like the way I handle things, then leave,” I tell him. “You know what? That’s a good idea. You should go back to Vegas. Why the hell are you even still here?” I’m yelling again. And you know what? He’s right. It does feel good.
Alfie’s lips tilt up. “Keep going. I’m sure you’ve got some great insults up in that beautifully smart brain of yours.”
“You know, you’re not as cool as you think you are. You walk around like your shit don’t stink, but guess what? It does. Also, you snore. And your dick isn’t as impressive as you like to think it is!” I scream at him.
“Okay, that last one is a lie.” Alfie smirks. “What else you got?”
“Argh, you’re so annoying.” I flop down in my seat. “Unlike you, I actually have work to do. I can’t just gallivant across the country to follow some girl around.”
“You’re not just some girl, Molly. You’re my fiancée.” He drops to his knees in front of me. “I love you, even if you did just insult my dick, which we both know you love.” He looks up at me. “Right?”
I laugh. “I love you and I’mpartialto your dick.”
“Molly, be a good girl and tell me that you love my dick,” he growls.
“I love your dick, Alfie.” My eyes roll towards the ceiling and my head falls back against my chair.
