Secret Assistant

Chapter 14

"I'm leaving." "Ok"

"I'm leaving," I smiled. "Ok drive safe."

"Zane I'm leaving," I said. "Ok."

3 days each time I just got a-ok and didn't look at me.

I was sick of it, it wasn't cool anymore. "You know what, no I'm not leaving," I walked toward him dropping my coat and purse on the chair.

He looked at me, "I said I was sorry." "And every time I said ok," he said. "You didn't accept it," I said. "Did you accept mine," he was right I didn't.

"I know I was wrong," I slipped into his lap. "I'm really sorry," I kissed his jaw he moved my face. "Come on Zane," I said quietly. "Time for you to go home Ms. Roberts," he said.

I looked at him, is this man serious. "Ok whatever Zane," I got up and grabbed my stuff. I walked to the car and put my seatbelt on.

"Good Evening Ms. Roberts," the driver said. "Evening," he started to drive. I got out and went into the apartment.

I dropped all my things on the couch and went to my bed.

I didn't get to work for 3 days I stayed in bed ate ice cream and watched stupid romance movies.

Forth day I got a knock on my door. I got up I was in sweat pants, a large shirt, and my hair was in a really messy bun.

I opened the door "I said leave the mail on the floor-." I looked up and stopped.

Zane with piles of my mail in his hand and bags filled with something. "What," I mumbled. He pushed past me I close the door. What the hell?!?

"Umm—Zane I—um what are you doing," I said following him to the kitchen.

He didn't say a word just started unloading the grocery bags. What is this man doing?

"Check your mail." I grabbed my mail and looked through it. "Nothing Important, why are you here," I asked. "Go shower and change clothes," he said cutting something up.

"Umm ok like what," I looked at him. "A dress," I walked to my room and got in the shower. Why? I got out and changed into a light-pink silk dress it touched my halfway thigh point.

I looked at the counter. Shit! I threw the pregnancy test in the trash closed the door and walked out.

I saw the table set with champagne and silverware. "Sit." I sat down he brought a plate in with amazing food. "It looks amazing," I said. He sat down and we poured the champagne into the cups.

"Why are you doing this," I looked at him sipping the champagne. "Well as you can tell Amelia I like you a lot and I can't not see you," he said. Does he like me??!!!

"You didn't want to see me," I said we started eating. "Only because I was mad but I did want to see you," he said. It was fucking amazing the food, him everything.

"And part of me knew you weren't eating very good and I was right judging but the ice cream tubs in the trash," he said. "Glad you noticed," I said.

"You don't care, you don't have to act as you do," I put my fork down. "I do care otherwise I would not be here trying to fix whatever's broken," he said.

"There's nothing broken I'm fine your fine let's keep it at that," I said. "You haven't got your mail for a week, and people tell me you haven't walked out of the apartment once," I looked at him.

"I have people around this whole apartment," he said. "So when you're done with the food we're going to sit on that couch and we're going to talk it out or yell it out I don't really care to choose one," He said.