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Taking Cale and almost pushing both out of my room, I slam the door shut, sighing.
Cale asks sleepily, "Mom, you, okay?"
He is still asleep. Fondly kissing his cheek, I lay him on the bed, covered him with the blankets, and climbed in myself, too tired. I still think about Ryan but forget him when my head hits the pillow.
This bed is really so comfortable.
Chapter Ten - Ryan
Ican'tseemtofathom how it has come to this. I just had to prove the messages were a hoax to my sister and humiliate her but to think I would be the one getting offended instead. It's not as if Gwen has never hit me. She did have to hit me because, as my only family, she is the only one who can stop me from making a mess. It just annoyed me more because Jen was there.
Jen. Jenna. Jenna Hart. She is one hell of a woman. Calling my sister on me was a move even Gray wouldn't ever think about. But Jen and Gwen are closer, so this should have been the most apparent move, yet I seemed to have overlooked it.
But after the event, I can't help feeling that Jen doesn't trust me, which should be a straightforward fact since we haven't known each other long enough. But that fact still hurts me nonetheless.
Yet, her awe-struck face as she looks at the night sky, her sea-green eyes brighten up as the light of the stars reflect in her eyes just as the millions of stars are reflected onto the lake. Even though she seems tired, her eyes puffy from crying, her hair sticking out of her messy bun, and her clothes wrinkled, I can't help thinking she is the most beautiful woman.
And when she touches my cheek, I don't care whether it is for applying ointment. I want her to feel me longer because I can't touch her. I don't know if I can trust myself to handle her. I've never acted or felt this way toward anyone my whole life.
And I finally realize I don't know how, when, or where it happened since we have only met three times so far, but I am deeply interested in her. And judging by her expression, she may have slightly similar feelings toward me. But at the moment, I'm still trying to figure out what to do with that. Can I even maintain a relationship with Someone who saw me get punched by my sister?
Talk of the devil, and she barges through my office, looking like she owns it. Bringing in a set of teacups and a plate of biscuits, Gwen sits on the sofa, her feet casually propped up on the coffee table, "Sorry for hitting you in front of your new girlfriend."
I glance briefly at her, returning to work, "She is not my girlfriend. And don't you dare call her that again? She doesn't take these things lightly."
Gwen picks her nails, "So you know."
"Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out."
"So, what happened? I was the one who commissioned you for this job, after all."
"You only asked to check whether the threat was a hoax. If it was a hoax, I get to humiliate you, and if it's a real threat, you get to humiliate me, which you've already done, so our deal is over now."
"Oh, come on. Don't be a big baby. Look, I already apologized for that with tea and biscuits." She holds up the tray, blinking her eyes innocently.
But that only manages to send chills down my spine, "You didn't even bring the tray to my desk for fear of hurting your damn pride. But even if you did, I won't tell you. This case is Jen's to tell, and my firm promises customer confidentiality."
"Alright. I guess I'll have to wait for them to wake up." Gwen almost bangs the tray on the coffee table.
"Yeah. Now get out of my office. You're disturbing me."
Gwen rolls her eyes as she goes out, leaving my mind to yet again conjure up Jen, her beautifully expressive sea-green eyes, and the way they shone like the lake reflecting the stars in the night.
Snapping myself out of it, I finally call the person I've needed to reach all day.
"Henderson. I need you to do something for me..."
The first rays of dawn shine through the window, the slight early morning wind sweeping up the side curtains, and the birds can be heard tweeting outside the window. Anybody can see it is peaceful, but it irritates me more than it calms me down.
I'm usually never awake in the early mornings, preferring to take care of most of my work in the evening and night. Still, thoughts of Jen kept me up the whole night so much that even stepping outside my office has become difficult. I fear my legs will only take me to her room, no matter where I try to go.
Groaning in discomfort on my office sofa, I turn, trying to avoid the sunlight, and squeeze my head between the sofa cushions so I can't hear the damn bird tweet outside the window. It is the first time I want to squeeze the life out of something so small.
Ugh, finally giving up on sleeping, I decided to head downstairs for a dip in the pool and clear up my head. Getting a towel and putting on my usual swimwear, I head downstairs.
Throwing the towel on a lounge chair, I stretch my body to undo the knots in my back and loosen my limbs out. Cracking my neck from side to side, I walk toward the pool's edge and dive headfirst.
The sudden cold blue water in the pool soothes my eyes and cools my heated skin. Pushing my feet against the side of the pool, I move towards the other side, all thoughts of Jen replaced with only moving forward.
