He stopped slowing down and I followed his gaze to meet an angry-looking Ma at the top of the stairs.
"Young man, what did I say? If Ivory gets sick again, I wi-" She stopped as Darius walked past her. She turned to me, raising an eyebrow.
"What's the matter with him?"
I shrugged, and then she made me a target of her anger. "Where did you go?"
"We went to return Adrian," I answered, feeling bad under her heated gaze. We should have told her. I could see the worry on her face as she sighed. Well, I didn't exactly lie. It was sort of the truth.
"That boy, of course. Well, hurry inside. You must be freezing, and you didn't change. Go wear something warm and sleep. Do you even know what the time is?"
I sighed as she fussed over me, making me walk up to the bedroom.
"I will need to seriously talk to that boy," she was saying as she pushed me into the room.
I walked in and realised the room was empty. Where did he go?
I went to the walk-in closet and grabbed a black pajama pants with tiny dots on them and an oversized jumper. It was freezing outside and all I wanted now was to be comfortable, and warm. After I changed into them, I headed back out just as Darius came in.
He shrugged off his jacket and chucked it on the edge of the bed. I awkwardly stood there. He seemed to be in deep thought, his eyes focused somewhere on the floor. Any longer and he would probably burn a hole through it.
Looking at the clock, I couldn't believe the time. Half of the city would be waking up in an hour to get ready for work.
"You should go to sleep," he told me and looked up at me. I blinked and looked away from those dark eyes. Should I say something? Was I meant to see what he did to Nicholas?
Was that why he told me to go wash my face? All these questions that were running through my head were only confusing me more. I shifted on my other foot, looking at the bedside table.
"Are you?"
"I have work to do." He turned around and walked back out of the room. I stood there for a moment longer and then sighed as I walked over to the bed. It was cold and it didn't help that the ducted heating wasn't on. Then again, I didn't know how to turn it on.
I grunted into the pillow. I lay on my stomach and closed my eyes. Damn it, sleep, come.
"Wake up, bitch."
I felt an intense weight on my back knocking all the air out of me. I gasped, my eyes flying open.
"Rose?" I asked. I turned around as she hugged me. I nearly forgot about her. Hopefully she doesn't find that out.
"Thanks for calling me."
I opened my mouth to say something, but she stood up and shoved me toward the bathroom. "Brush your teeth, fish breath," she said.
I frowned as I blew into my hand. I smelled fine. Nevertheless, I walked into the en suite, quickly brushing my teeth and walking back out.
"Rose," I said. She was on our bed. Ok, I just thought, our bed. Oh, good lord.
"What?" she said, looking up.
"You know, if Darius sees you in here, like-"
"Who gives a shit? He stole my friend for the past decade. My turn today."
I rolled my eyes. Decade, my arse, but I missed her so much.
"Go get dressed. We will be going out."
"Rose," I began again. She shot me a glare and I sighed, walking into the wardrobe. I really hope Darius was busy today and wouldn’t notice me missing. I quickly changed and then realised something.
"Can I have a shower first?"
"No, I like you smelly. Hurry up. I am starving. What type of person sleeps till noon?"
I was shaking my head as I pulled on jeans and a casual top. I missed these clothes.
I came back out and she let a low wolf whistle, making me laugh.
"I nearly forgot how sexy your legs are in jeans," Rose complimented, albeit in a joking voice.
I shook my head and smiled, then grabbed my bag and shoved my wallet in.
"We have to be home by six, okay?" I said. I was too scared to even go out without telling him now. I don't even understand why he seemed so angry last night. And if he knew I snuck out, would I be in trouble?
Damn it, Ivory, you are a grown woman. He can't even remember your name and you care about him? Wait, do I care about him?
"Whatever. Let's go." She grabbed my arm, pulling me out of my thoughts and making me almost trip over as I got my legs to start again.
"By the way," she said as we walked out the front door. "Your husband is hot. I know he is hot. We got that down the first time he stepped out but he is hotter than hot. Do you even know how hot?"
In my mind I was counting how many times she said the word ‘hot.’ "What?"
"I saw him in the gym before. Did you shag him yet?"
"Rose!" I exclaimed in embarrassment, quickly looking around to see if anyone overheard her. What was wrong with this woman? I could feel the reddening of my face as I glared at her back.