Twenty five

EVE'S POV

I blanched at his words. ‘Get this out of the way?’ If somebody else had heard him, they would think he was talking about something like doing the dishes.

"I cannot have my wife do something as dangerous as participate in a drug trial" he said.

"Out there, everybody knows you are my wife. So if I have to act like a gangster to stop you from doing something stupid, I will”,

A gangster? What does he mean?.

His hand shot out again towards the zip of my dress. I held my hands in front of my self to stop his advance. 

"Okay, fine! I won't take part in the trial", I accepted my defeat.

His eyes dug into me.

 "Are you only saying that so that I'll let you go?",

Well, yes, I didn't like how he was acting, and I was going to say anything to get him to back off.

 "You're right, it was not the best idea. I will stop" I told him.

"If you're lying, I'll find out" he warned me.

l glared at him silently but said nothing. I exhaled in big relief when he stepped back. What a day!

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It was Monday, and I left for work early, avoiding contact with Morgan. He had been busy on Sunday and hadn't spent much time in the house, which I was glad for. 

Things were still awkward after what had transpired on Saturday night, and I wasn't any happier about being back to square zero in my efforts to earn some extra money.

After going to bed that night, I had put some thought into the drug trial thing and realised that maybe Morgan was right. Maybe I was taking too much risk for too little. Two thousand dollars was a good payment, but it wasn't nearly enough to cover Sarah's treatment.

To earn enough money for Sarah, I would have to take part in many drug trials. That would only increased my chances of suffering dangerous side effects. Also, if Sarah finds out that this was how I had earned the money, she might not accept it.

When I got to work, I went through my emails first. There was one that had been sent that morning, and I opened it right away. It was an order from a client who wanted me to design an emerald necklace for him. Getting an order was enough to lift my spirit, but when I saw the amount he was offering for the design, my excitement skyrocketed.

He was offering to pay fifty thousand dollars for the order!. This was twenty-five times more than I would have earned with the drug trial!.

I did a celebratory dance in my chair, and it took a lot of restraint to not get up and dance around the office in happiness. I couldn't believe it. Fifty thousand dollars was a hefty sum to pay for the design, something I never could have expected to earn at my level.

Besides, I was only a new employee at the company, so why the client had chosen me to design the necklace was beyond me. But it didn't matter anyway. I was determined to do the best job I had ever done to make it worth his while and money.

For the rest of the week, I worked on crafting the design to the client's preferences.

Even when I got home from work, my mind remained in work-mode, shifting through ideas. My frustration about looking for money was gone. Now, I was only excited about the necklace.

Finally, on Friday, after making what felt like a hundred changes to the design, I sent the final draft to the client. 

I kept my fingers crossed, hoping he would like it. Because if he didn't, all my hard work would be in vain.

While I had been excited throughout the week, on Friday night, I found that I couldn't sleep because of the nerves. There were times when I was convinced that I hadn't done a good job and the client would reject the design, which meant no payment for me.

I was eventually able to fall asleep in the wee hours of the night. And when I woke up on Saturday morning, I went to have a shower and put on some comfy clothes afterwards, before heading to the kitchen to have breakfast.

 I took my phone and sat down on the bed. A part of me.wanted to put off looking at my emails as it only made me anxious, but another part couldn't resist the urge to check whether the client had given any feed back.

My heart jolted in my chest when I saw that I had a new email from him. Fingers trembling, I clicked on the message.

“Hello Ms Luciano, I loved the design, and would like to work with you on new ones in the long term. I've already sent the full payment to your account as agreed. Thank you for a good job, and let's work together in the future!”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but it all hit home when I checked my account and found out that I had indeed received fifty thousand dollars.

Calming myself down, which was hard, I replied him, letting him know that I was happy he loved it, and that I would be more than happy to draft more designs for him.

 He replied almost immediately, letting me know that he would seek me out whenever he needed other designs.

Not only had I earned fifty thousand dollars within a week, but I had also bagged a well-paying client who would give me more jobs. It was surreal.

With the deal done, I got my feet on the bed and jumped, finally letting my joy out.

 "Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled, feeling like going outside and running in the street while screaming in happiness.

As I continued whooping in joy, my door opened and Morgan appeared, a frown on his face.

"What is-"

I didn't let him finish his sentence,as I jumped out of the bed and threw myself at him, hugging him happily. 

He barely managed to spread his arms in time to catch me safely.

 "I made money! Lots of it!", I said as I pulled back so that I could look into his face.

 "You were right, when you said I would make money soon. Are you a fortune teller?”, I laughed gaily.

Morgan gazed down at me, his expression morphing from perplexed to amused. I was about to tell him more, when I suddenly realised what I had done. Our bodies were pressed together in an intimate position. 

My face began flushing, and I quickly let go of him and took a step back.

"Sorry" I said, feeling like hiding my face in mortification. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean...l was just so happy. Didn't mean to do that”.

As I explained myself, Morgan watched me, his expression tender. He didn't look offended at all, So I supposed it was all good.

"I heard you screaming. So I came to check", Morgan told me.

l let out an awkward laugh. 

"Yeah, uh, I got too excited, sorry”, i said.

"Don't apologise. It's good to see you happy like this",

MORGAN'S POV 

As Eve spewed her apologies and tried to calm down, my mind was stuck in the past, I mean a minute ago. I never would have expected her to jump into my arms the way she did. But when she did, my body sure paid attention.

I could still sense the warmth of her body, and the scent of her hair lingered in my nose. I wanted more of that, but unfortunately, that moment was gone.