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I got tired and dozed off when I was done working on two essays for my English and Communication classes. It didn’t take long before I heard a knock on my door.
I grumbled, trying to open my eyes. I succeeded and saw Adrian at the doorway to my room. He was leaning on the doorframe, smiling at me with his arms folded.What a nice view. Am I in heaven?
He wore black pants and a burgundy shirt that looked good on his fair skin. He had on large rings and gold chain necklace. His dark hair looked greasy.
I sat up with ease and brushed my hair back with my hand. “Are you lost?”
“No,” he answered with a laugh. “I came to check on you.”
“Oh, you’ve heard about the crippled girl.”
“Yeah, does it hurt?” he asked with a smile.
“A little.”
“Dinner is waiting. I will carry you.”
“No, I want Tristan to do it.”
“What are you afraid of? I won’t drop you, I promise.” He laughed.
“Nothing. This is Tristan’s fault, so let him carry me.”
“He is not well. You have no choice unless you want me to call Morris.”
I’d told Morris this morning to stop bringing food to my room since the last one had dropped on the floor, and I’d had to watch him clean up the mess while I was unable to help.
“Fine,” I sighed.
He walked to the bed with two long strides and scooped me up in his arms.
I regretted wearing a dress because his rough hand gripped my bare thighs, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else. I decided to start a conversation to get my mind off the feel of him touching my bare skin.
“Do you live with Tristan?”
“No, but I hang out here a lot.”
“Figured. Do you work for him?”
“We are business partners.”
“So, you both own the company?”
“Yes.”
I felt relief when we got off the stairs and headed for the dining room. Tristan was sitting at the dining table with all his focus on the tablet in front of him.
“You look well,” I said as Adrian gently put me down on a seat.
“Actually, he is not sick,” Adrian confessed. “He refused to do it, and since you don’t like Morris carrying you, I decided to help.”
I clenched my fists and my jaw, glaring at him.
“I’m tired, Chloe,” Tristan grunted. I could tell from the dark circles beneath his eyes.
“I don’t care. You’re the reason I’m in this state, not him!”
“I will continue tomorrow. Let Adrian carry you.” He dismissed me without looking at me.
