home today. Her dining room used to be Robert’s office/conference table, so her apartment is fully equipped with everything one would need from a regular office. Due to her company’s growing success, she decided to rent a small office space downtown that she and Robert, along with two new employees, occupy. As soon as Robert heard that we were working from home, he decided to join us. We have been silently working compatibly these last two hours and I’m pleasantly surprised to see that I have knocked out most of my to-do list from work.
“Can you wait thirty more minutes, please?” I ask, needing to finish my report from the trip to Los Angeles.
“You said that thirty minutes ago!” he huffs, slamming his laptop shut.
“It’s only noon, Robert! Get a snack and calm down.”
“I would be calm and not so ravenous right now if you bitches would have brought me back a donut. Some ‘work out’ that turned out to be for you!” He air quotes ‘work out’ and looks at me with genuine anger in his eyes. I can’t hide the smirk on my face, relishing in the enjoyment of watching his child-like tantrum. “Furthermore, you’ve lived in this house for a month. You know the snacks that occupy that pantry. It’s all cardboard, crap tasting, healthy shit!”
I laugh, as he does have a point. Since Cal moved in, Jenna’s selection of snack food went from moderate on the bad for you scale to ridiculously healthy. I can’t help but feel that Avery is missing out on some snacks that should be staples in her childhood.
“Wait a minute, how do you know we had donuts during our walk today?” I look at Robert with suspicion as it dawns on me that Jenna and I never mentioned our detour today. He returns an evil smirk right back and casually shrugs. I glance over at Mason to see if he has any guilt written all over his face, but like usual, he conveys no emotions. After he took a shower and got dressed, he planted himself on the couch with his laptop and has been there ever since.
“Don’t look at Mason that way, he wasn’t the one who told me,” Robert says as Mason looks up upon hearing his name.
“You didn’t tell him we had donuts today?” I question as Mason shakes his head no and goes back to his work. I roll my eyes at his refusal to use any kind of language to communicate. I’ve tried really hard these last six months to get Mason out of his shell, but he sticks to his sole focus of protecting Jenna and Avery and only talks when needed.
I look back at Robert, wondering if he and Mason communicate via telepathy and have decided to mess with me. “I don’t believe either one of you. Mason was the only person with us.”
“Au contraire, ma chérie! It’s such a shame how you have quickly forgotten about your sexy, Canadian lover,” he jokes, my mood immediately souring at the mention of Chase Wilson. I have purposely blocked that man from my mind and forgot that he still follows Jenna around, reporting back to Cal her whereabouts and copying Robert on all of his reports. It’s one of my grudges against Cal as I don’t like how he has her followed, despite his claims it’s for her safety. What really stumps me is how he continues to employ Chase, knowing that it was he who revealed the story and has made money off of it. Why would he want that man in their lives still?
“Please don’t ever mention his name in my presence, especially the part of any kind of relations I had with him,” I demand and look Robert in the eyes for him to see how serious I am.
“You mean the part where his dick was inside of you?” he asks, raising his eyebrows in mock innocence.
“Ugh, why do you have to be so crude?” I pick up my pen and sling it at him, hitting him right in the chest. When he yells “ouch," I smile in satisfaction. I honestly don’t remember much of my night with Chase. I remember my reaction to him staring at me. I was shocked that someone that sexy was even interested in me. He looks like he should be gracing the covers of magazines and walking the runways of Paris with his tall, well-toned body, long caramel-colored hair and piercing hazel eyes. I push his sexy