Antonia’s pov.I think everyone but David knows Malachi is standing in the doorway, and I don't think anyone will tell him what’s going on… so I'm the one who has to.Before David tells me more about Malachi or Skye and whatever other problems the office i'm going through, i give him a look.David i
When I look back there’s a dark smile tickling the side of his face. His voice drops and sends goosebumps up my skin as he asks, “Are your feet hurting you, Antonia?”My thoughts run short and I frown. That’s a weird question to ask.“Since we’re climbing quite a distance, I might have to carry you
Malachi drops me at the entrance to his office and I hate the fact that he has glass doors that become reflective at just the right angle.I hate that he dropped me at just that angle but dashed away before I could see his face.I look like I've been chugging down super spicy hot sauce. My face is a
“Fuck.” My ears perk as I hear Malachi suddenly curse.He doesn’t curse.At least not out of the blue. I ask on instinct, “Are you okay?”Malachi begins to act strange again. He starts walking towards me, but slowly, and with his back.He’s walking backwards.Almost like he can hear the question in
Malachi tries to charm me further as we make our way to the restaurant.I turn every advance he makes down.I understand his weird behaviour if it’s in private but in public, it’s just unwanted. I don’t want to ride in the same car as him. I don’t want him opening my door for me.And i sure as hell
I let a look of disapproval cross my face when people start shouting from inside their cars. Malachi sounds… unlike himself when he speaks, “I was just having some fun.”I snap back as pleasantly as i can, “Well don’t. People don’t have fun on the road. We’re here to have lunch, not fun.”I make to
It takes me some time to wrap my head around what is happening so i just stare at the man in front of me instead for the time being.He’s a full grown man.Middle aged from the looks of him, and yeah… maybe he could have been the one i heard cursing at me before i could get into my car, but nasty pe
“The reservation is his. It’s a standing reservation.”I turn my attention back to Malachi and he casualy goes on, “Your father has either bought out this floor of the restaurant, or he has made eoughinvestmenets into it and holds enough shares, that he is now afforded the prestige of a space always