"What?" I asked, opening it and coming face to face with Adrian.
"What are you doing that you can't open the door?" he demanded to know, pushing himself in and bumping his shoulder against mine. If I wasn’t holding the door, that would have tripped me over.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as I closed the door. It confused me. Did Darius call him? But he told me he left Adrian’s number on the table or something, not called him over.
"I smell food."
I groaned. "Don't say food. I think I ate too much." I following him to the kitchen and my stomach churned at the smell. I think I'm going to be sick.
He broke into laughter seeing all the junk I had made and shook his head. He grabbed the plate with garlic bread.
"Good thing I can eat more than you can," he said.
I wrinkled my nose, my stomach not liking the smell, and walked back out to the living room. I flopped onto the couch and reached for the remote control. I switched on the TV and surfed through the channels. This is life, back to my days before Darius came. In fact, I hated it. Sitting at home and being a housewife?
I don't think I can do that. And working for dad? Hell, no. I don’t want to be in the business because I think I would be useless. I remember when he wanted me to enter numbers into a spreadsheet. Somehow I deleted all previous spreadsheets and shut down the network. I was dangerous.
That gave me an idea. Oh, I am so smart. I got up and rushed as fast as I could to the computer room.
And that was how Adrian found me, busy in the study room looking up stuff.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he walked in.
"Looking for a job." I was smiling brightly. That would definitely brighten up my boring days. What will I do? Sit at home and eat? No way!
Adrian propped his hands on the table, peering at the computer screen. "What?"
"I'm bored at home. I want to do something." I don't care how much they would pay me. I just don’t want to be stuck here. I found a nice waitress job at a cafe and sent them an application letter.
"And before you say it,” I snapped at him when I saw him about to say something, “no, I don't want to work in the company."
He shrugged. "Alright. But that," he nodded to the computer, "I don't think Darius will want you to work there."
"And why not?" I asked. It was a waitress job, what’s so bad about that?
Adrian shrugged again and went around the room. There were two office type rooms in the house. One was this, and the other one was Darius's. And even though the computer he had there was faster than this one, there was no way I was going in there.
I looked at the time. Wow, how fast time flew.
"I'm hungry. Can you cook?"
I looked up from checking my emails and felt my cheeks go red. First of all, didn't he just eat all the food I couldn't? And trust me when I say there was enough to feed a party. And second, I felt embarrassed about not knowing how to cook.
Adrian tsk-tsked. "I'll take that as a no. I'll order some food. Want anything?"
"No, thanks. I'm still full." And still feeling sick.
He walked out, probably to call for delivery, while I logged out. I might get some sleep. I smiled like crazy. Sleep, man. Sleep is my best friend. And of course, Rose.
Tying my hair into a pony tail, I walked up the stairs.
I yawned as I opened the door and switched the light on. I turned to the bed and froze, a small smile lighting up my face.
There, sitting in the middle of the bed, was a massive plushie. A peacock plushie!
CHAPTER TWENTYEIGHT
I woke up slightly grumpy from getting a horrible night’s sleep again but smiled when I saw my peacock lying next to me. I can't believe he got this for me. I bit my lip as I poked the toy, just to make sure it was real.
I stroked the fur on it, letting my fingers glide through the softness. Did he win it? It even smelled like him and somehow I realised I actually missed waking up to him beside me. My body was so used to having him next to me and now it felt so different without him to tell me to sleep or to have a phone poking me in the ribs.
It had been two days and staying in the house was driving me insane. Seriously. The first day, I spent time with Rose in my garden and then watched movies with Adrian after those two stopped flirting. Yesterday I spent time trying to google more jobs and got seriously bored and slept for more than half the day, which was just me lying in bed hoping I could fall asleep.
When are they coming home? I grumbled and got up then felt something under my feet. I looked down to see a phone and furrowed my eyebrows. I picked up the phone. Is this Darius's? He couldn't have possible left without his phone, could he? I remember taking it out of his pocket but that was all.
I turned the iPhone around in my hands, curiosity getting the better of me. Surprisingly he had no password and I smiled cheekily.