"How was your day?" I ask him sweetly as we head in the direction of my apartment. He shrugs as he drives. "Yeah it was alright, I will have to do a trip to Australia in the New Year" He explains. My stomach drops a little bit, Australia is really far away and I already don't like it when he leaves
I stand up and take the paperwork that Carl is holding out to me as he explains that it is my release form from the tenancy. I've, well Rhodes, has paid up for the next two months so that Carl can start looking for someone new to move in without losing money over the holiday season. "I understand t
By the time I walk down the stairs and exit the building, the moving van is nowhere to be seen. Rhodes's sitting in his car waiting for me, thank goodness he's not so mad as to drive off without me. I climb into the car expecting him to immediately start yelling, but he doesn't. He slips his phone i
"Welcome Home Miss Amelia" Ambrose warmly greets me as he helps me climb out of the car. I grin over at him as my feet land on the ground, I suppose I have to get used to this place being my home on top of living with Rhodes. "Thank you Ambrose" I reply as Rhodes walks around to my side of the car
"It's my fault that they showed up to your door with fucking sledgehammers. Because I drove you back in my nice cars or I sent you home with designer shopping bags. They saw you and you became a target because of me. Fuck I knew I should have fucking moved you the second I met you!" Suddenly he's ba
"I'll start looking into getting you some security" He says with a slight nod of his head. Security? Seriously? I'm about to protest aloud when I stop myself; we're on the road to forgiveness and moving on, I need to get on board. Even if the thought of me walking around London with a security gua
"You want to do this part? You did used to work in a bookstore after all?" Rhodes asks with a smirk. I nod my head quickly and take his place at the shelf, now this is a lot of empty space that I will be happy to fill. "I do still work there you know, just twice a week" I reply, though I haven't be
"You know it's not too late to call off this whole weekend" Rhodes states for the fifth time as we haphazardly pack our bags. We are supposed to leave for his mum's in half an hour and so far I can't keep my head straight about what to pack. "No way, we are going. It won't be as bad as you think" I