“Okay, do you have your receipts for those purchases?” Daniel asks, looking up from a pile of papers on my kitchen table to look at me. I look down, shuffling through the different stapled packets. “It should be here somewhere.” “Then we’ll put that with this information here and inc
“Oh, of course!” He says, seemingly understanding that it’s time to go. “Sorry!” “No, don’t worry!” I reply back, feeling somewhat bad for making him think whatever it is he’s now feeling. “I actually have a lot of work to do, and I didn’t even realize the time.” Is that the
I rub as much sleep out of my eyes as possible, staring at my reflection while I stagger another yawn. Sleep has evaded me again, and I groan with the realization I have a long day ahead of me. I’m not sure what exactly is causing this painful insomnia: the embarrassment of what happened wit
Ken breathes out his mouth, his smile pulling up into a “Well, what are you going to do?” His shrug comes next, and I struggle not to narrow my brows at him. “I guess because I’m here now we should get started though, shall we?” Ken asks, choosing to sit in the chair across from me.
Aside from his attitude, of course. “Let me spell this out for you since you seem to be misunderstanding me.” He grabs my arm, and the blood starts to drain from my face. “Get your hand off of me,” I sneer, ready to either spit in his face for touching me or punch him in his stupid n
Derek’s face finds mine, his own dark eyes baring into my soul. “Esme.” It’s only one word, but God does it pack a powerful punch. “I’m fine.” I don’t even mean to say it so quickly; it’s almost like I’m pushing back at him for something. “What?” He asks.
Another step forward from Derek. He’s maybe five or six feet away from me now, closing in on me. It feels like I’m absolutely suffocating. “Then let me buy you a drink after work. As an apology. From your friend.” Is that what I want from him? Do I want a friendship, or is that too c
“Home sweet home,” I grumble as I slam the front door closed. I let everything in my arms drop to the floor and slowly make my way to the couch to lie down. The utter exhaustion that runs through my veins is enough to face plant down on the soft material without a second thought. After this