Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I will one day when I buy a house in the suburbs.” I smile.
“One day?” He frowns.
“When I get my act together.” I smile.
Code for, when I get over him.
“You should do it now,” the guy says.
I shrug.
“What are you waiting for, life is now. Decide what you want and take it.”
I smile sadly, “I wish.”
“Don’t wish for it. Do it. If you want a house in the suburbs, save and buy one. You never regret the things that you do, only the things that you didn’t.” He throws the ball and Bernard takes off after it. “Catch you later.”
“Bye.” I frown after him as he runs off.
You never regret the things that you do, only the things that you didn’t.
Hmm…….
Eight twenty a.m. and I inhale deeply to calm the beast within.
I’m furious.
Like a cornered animal waiting to strike.
Mr. Ferrara didn’t come back from lunch yesterday. He messaged me to say he was taking the rest of the day off and to cancel all his appointments.
Must have been some lunch date, he’s never done that before.
This is it, she’s the one. It’s finally happening, and I have no one to blame but myself.
Stupid fucking fuck face.
I hate him, I hate everything about him.
I collect my diary and pen and knock tentatively on his door. “Come in,” his deep voice purrs.
I open the door and with one look at him, I melt into a puddle of patheticness. He’s just gotten out of the shower; the towel is around his waist. Water is beading all over his skin and his black hair is hanging in curls. “Good morning, my Gracie.” He smiles.
My eyes drop to his big red lips, and I want to stab my eyes out with my pencil.
Anything to stop me seeing this perfection.
“Good morning, Gabriel,” I reply. “Last time I looked, I was not your Gracie.”
He lets out a deep chuckle, “You will always be my Gracie.” He walks to the coffee machine and begins making us coffee. “What’s on the agenda today boss?” He smiles.
I stare at him as a clusterfuck of emotion runs through me.
Did you fuck her?
Of course, you did, I slump into my chair at his desk.
I open his computer and see him bend and pick something up from the floor, “What’s this?” he asks.
“What?”
He opens a booklet, “It’s a pamphlet on Sardinia.”
“Oh, it must have fallen out of my dairy.”
His eyes rise to meet mine. “Why do you have this?”
“Because I never want to go there, what do you think?” I roll my eyes as I click through to his diary.
“You want to go to Italy?” he asks as if surprised.
“Of course, I want to go to Italy,” I scoff, “Everyone wants to go to Italy.”
He sits down onto the corner of his desk. “I’ll take you one day.”
I twist my lips annoyed; I hate you…. remember?
Get with the program.
“What, you don’t believe me?” he asks.
I exhale heavily, “Will you just get dressed.”
He holds his hands out as if surrendering, “You don’t like me in a towel?”
“No. I don’t actually,” I lie.
I love you in a towel.
“It’s off-putting having to watch you get dressed every day and frankly, very annoying. I don’t make you watch me get dressed.”
“Ahh…..” He laughs, “Wouldn’t that be something; Gracie Porter getting dressed in my office.”
I glare at him as I point to the coffee machine. “Make my coffee, Gabriel. You have a very busy day seeing as you didn’t come back from lunch yesterday.” I widen my eyes to try and stop myself from throwing a tantrum on the floor.
He smiles, amused, and begins to make our coffee.
Calm, calm…. keep fucking calm.
“At 9:30 you have a teleconference with London.” I begin to read through his day, from my peripheral vision I see his towel drop in his wardrobe, I glance up to see his bare bottom, and I die a little inside.
I really can’t do this anymore.
I love him, completely and utterly love him, and I’m just…… I don’t count to him at all.
The diary on the screen blurs as my eyes fill with tears.
Focus.
I continue to read out his day as he dresses in his power suit and puts his aftershave on…… and shock of the century, I didn’t wear the perfume he hates.
“And that’s your day.” I smile as I close my diary, I stand and make my way to the door.
“Gracie,” he calls.
“Yes.” I turn back.
“Can you book me a hotel for the weekend, somewhere hot and heavy.”
I stare at him, my heart breaking in my chest.
Ouch……
“Of course, sir,” I reply through the lump in my throat.
He gives me a sexy wink. “What would I ever do without you?”
Fall in love.
I fake a smile and walk out to my desk and slump in my chair.
That’s it.
This is the sign.
I’ve got to get out of here.
As much as I love Gabriel Ferrara, I can’t do this to myself anymore. I’m getting older, my biological clock is ticking, and I won’t even date anyone because I’m so blinded by my fatal attraction to my boss. Nobody ever stands a chance while I work with him.