Chapter 13.2: Restraint

Cecilia

The top floor is Emeric's separate office area, with everything you need for a living apartment.

This sprawling, beautiful office has been like a second home to me for the better part of a decade. It does feel different now. Now that I’ve been gone a few weeks.

It feels foreign.

It feels like I shouldn’t be here.

“Anna, get us two coffees.” Emeric clicks an ink pen closed and tosses it down onto a mess of paperwork on his desk.

“Right away, sir.” Anna turns on her heel and hurries out of the office.

“Have a seat.” Emeric gestures to the client chair opposite him.

I don’t want to sit, though. I shake my head slowly and remain where I am.

His dark eyes narrow just a little.

“Blocked my number?” He gives me a hard, blank look, reclining in his big leather chair.

I just shrug. His question was rhetorical. He knows I blocked him.

Emeric outright glares at me now. “Listen, what day are you moving in?” he says. “Call my driver if you have a lot of stuff to bring over. You have hi