Chapter seven

Peter Wellington

I stare at her as she nods her head to all my questions. She is tired but I didn’t excuse her. We still have a lot of work to do, and letting her leave will delay the paperwork I have to summit early tomorrow morning.

She hit her head on the table. She winced in pain, rubbing her forehead. I stifle a laughter that is trying to escape my throat.

“Can I please sleep for some minutes?” she begs, giving me the puppy dog eyes. I snort not moved. I am not her boyfriend who will agree to anything she says immediately she gives him that look

“No!” I say sharply. “This is a huge deal, so we have to finish this now or never.” She nods. And continue typing the content of the papers on her laptop.

Pity her for a second, but it all washes away immediately.

Business is business. No time to play around.

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I check the time one more time. It is 1am; I let out a sign before looking down at Karen snoring peacefully on the chair.

I walk up to her and shook her, but she still sit there sleeping. I do it again, again, and again, but she didn’t budge.

There is just one thing to do.

I pick her up, and carry her to my car while holding her bag, and mine together.

Her snores fills my ear as I drive her away, halfway into the journey, I remember I don’t know where she lives. Although Annie had mentioned it, I was too busy to care at that moment.

I park my car and bring out my phone to call Annie. She didn’t pick up. I call again, still the same thing. I am left frustrated, running my rough fingers through my hair; I only have one option taking her to my house.

After much debate, I finally drive to my house. The house is quiet; my helps are all in bed. I hold Karen strongly, preventing her from falling off.

I walk up the stairs, with Karen snoring softly. Her snores fill my ear, like birds singing early on the morning behind my house.

I open the guest room door, tugging her in the bed. How she kept quiet the whole time still baffles me.

I attempt to stand up and leave, but my ass is glued to the bed, I find myself staring at her as she sleeps soundly. I watch the rise and falls of her chest. She looks so innocent, with a strand of hair that fell on her face.

I shake myself, cringing at my thought.

I am just sitting there, admiring my cousin’s girlfriend. I am totally disgusted.

Mike will be disappointed in me.

Resisting the urge to look at her once more, I stand to my feet and walk away to my room.

Instead of going to bed, I plop myself down to finish the remaining paperwork.

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A loud screams jolt me out of my dream land. I blink, trying to figure out where the horrific scream is coming from.

It comes again, and I jump up, running to my drawer to get my gun. My heart is thumping loudly against my chest. So many scenario plays in my head.

I open the door, my fingers is wrapped tightly on my gun. I point it towards the hallway that’s when I see Elena, my cook running beside her in full speed, each looking terrified.

The moment they see my gun, they gasp, attempting to run back but I stop them. I shove the gun in my pocket, and cock my brow at them.

“Good morning Mr. Peter” Elena greets, bowing a little. She is breathing heavily, probability from the run she just had with Karen.

“What is the problem?” I ask, looking from Elena to Karen. Karen just stands there still looking terrified.

“I saw her get out of the room this morning when I was cleaning.” Elena explains. 

I hiss, looking at both ladies, I truly understand Elena. She’s being careful

“Next time, report it to me or one of the bodyguards.” She nods, and I dismiss her.

I turn to Karen, almost laughing at the way she ran in fear. It was a funny sight to look at. “I didn’t know you can run so well.”

I smirk, my eyes washing over her. I admire her shaved, full laps that are staring back at me. Mike really is a lucky man.

She snickers, clearly annoyed but don’t show it. “How did I get here?”

“You slept off so I bought you here. You are welcome.” I say and walk off into my room. I have work. Staying out there discussing with Karen was just a waste of time, especially if I have a project due this morning.

I order James my driver to drive Karen back home, so she can freshen up and return to the office.

Before 7:30, I hit the road, going above the speed limit. Luckily for me, no cop pulls me over.

I enter the office with full speed. Elizabeth is already at her desk, going through some papers.

“Good morning Mr. Peter.” She greets, I ignore her and walks to the elevator.

I bring out my incomplete paperwork and continue doing it.

The fear of losing a big deal is enough to give me heart attack.

My telephone rings, and I pick up.

“Boy”

His voice, I bit my lip in anger, suddenly wishing I never pick up the call. I am already boiling.

I gnash my teeth. “What do you want?”

His laugh fills the phone. I cannot be more irritated. “Easy boy. That’s not how to talk to an uncle.” 

I clench my jaw, anger washing over me. “A uncle that sleeps with my mother?  How pathetic.”

He laughs again, this time hardens. “She gave it to willing boy. Don’t stress yourself over things like this. Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t tell your father.”

All I want to do is punch him across the face till he bleeds. My hands are cold already, my fingers formed into a fist, making my knuckles whole.

"I hate you!" I spat out. I hate him so much , I hate my mother so much.

Before he can say a word, I hang up, slamming the phone on the wall. A loud scream escapes my lips.

I walk to the side of my office, throwing all the flowers in my office on the floor. They are gift from my mum. Every thing about vher irritates me, even the sight of her.

I'm sure having dinner with them this Sunday will be a wreck.