Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,85

but I think I did something in my past life that I’m still being punished for today. That’s my best guess, anyway.

The alarm goes off again and this time, I shut the damn thing off and sit up with a groan. “Why does my life suck?” I ask the God’s as I put my feet on the floor. “I swear, I’ll be a better person, I’ll live a better life. Just get me out of this shit job…and winning the lottery wouldn’t hurt, just saying,” I add on to whoever or whatever is listening.

I trudge my way to the shower and step beneath the hot flow of water, letting it rain down over my head to wash my hair and body. After I’m done, I feel like I have some extra time since I didn’t oversleep too much today, so I sit in the bottom of the shower, letting the water warm me from the outside in. Before I know it, I’m warm, comfy, and relaxing in ways I haven’t in forever. The next thing I know, cold water is waking me like I’ve been shocked. I jump up and turn the water off, wrapping myself in a towel as I make my way to the bedroom to get dressed.

My teeth are chattering so much that I wouldn’t be surprised if they broke. I’m too cold to move or do anything so I climb back into bed and pull the blankets around me. “Mmmmm, that’s better,” I mumble to myself as my eyes close. I open them quickly to check the time. 6:30.

Shit! I was asleep in the shower for thirty minutes. I throw the blanket off and push my frostbitten toes out of mind as I dress as quickly as possible. I don’t have time to blow dry or do much with my hair, so I gather the long, brown locks into my hand and wrap it around to form a bun, pinning it down. I throw on some mascara and lipgloss and call it a good job.

I’m walking into the office and I’m literally only two minutes late, but does that matter to Mr. Matthew Lewis the third? Ha, no. Late is late and he’s already standing at my desk with a slip.

I stop dead in my tracks when I see him, but push myself forward. He holds the slip out and I take it as I pass.

“Third day in a row, Ms. Russell.” He begins tisk-tsking me.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lewis, but—” I start with my excuses.

“What? What is it today? Did your bus wreck and go up in flames? Let me guess, you rescued twenty homeless children from the fire. And when the media arrived, you tried to sneak off because you didn’t want the fame, but they forced you into the limelight and now you have lose the press that’s hot on your trail. Something like that, right?”

I cock my head to the side, face void of all amusement. “No, my cat is sick and hacked a huge hairball in my lap while I was having breakfast. I had to change. I couldn’t come in here smelling like cat vomit.”

He shakes his head. “It’s always something with you. When will you come out with the truth and tell me that you suck as a human being? One more slip up from you, and I’m afraid, I’ll have to let you go.” He takes off, back to his office.

Daniel exits his office and smirks in my direction. “You have to admit, you’re really not very good and getting here on time.”

I scoff. “I’m not good at getting anywhere on time. At this point, I’m fairly certain that I’ll be late for my own funeral.”

He laughs but continues on his way to the copy room.

I try to focus all my attention to the task at hand: Logging into my computer, turning on my phone, and checking my email for the daily list of appointments and tasks.

The intercom on my desk buzzes. “Poppy, do you have the first client’s file ready?”

I roll my eyes. How am I supposed to have their file ready when I haven’t even seen who the first client is yet? I press the button and reply in my sweet voice. “I’m doing it now.”

He’s right back with, “How many times have I told you to get the files pulled the day before?”

Ugh. I know, I know. It makes sense to do it that way and it would provide for a much easier start to the