Andrew POV

Fuck I'm late.

I run to Charles's flat; I still need to take a quick shower before I go to the office.

I glance at the clock again. Late, really late.

My father will be pissed. He is coming from London specially to attend this presentation, that is not going to occur until I'll be there.

Exactly, he will wait for unpunctual me.

And even if I'm living in the American territory right now, my dear father raised me as a traditional English: I should be always before, sometimes at the exact time but never after, never late.

I know him, he will put my position here in review again. I will have to prove I worth working here, again.

And I'm exhausted from being constantly proving myself to him, will it ever be enough? It doesn't help that on all of the days, today is the day I'm late.

I'm never late.

It doesn't make sense, why I didn't wake up as usual?

I never wake up after six, never! It doesn't matter what I have done, or what time I have slept my biological clock simply awakens itself at six a.m. at the latest. I never even use an alarm.

Especially in a stressful time like this. I'm barely sleeping lately.

So, I still don't get what happened last night? I wasn't expecting to fall asleep there as I did and especially not waking up at my usual time.

Did I overspend my energy on sex? That's new.

But, it was probably it that makes me sleep so well, so much better than usual. It was intense and mixed with stress and how tired I am, it is probably why I didn't wake up.

It is a very plausible reason.

With all problems around business and family, my sleep has been deprived.

Why I got there still a big puzzle, I couldn't sleep, but that's nothing new, and I simply wanted to see her, forget about everything else is happening.

And she made me forget about everything else, so much I overslept.

I knew the key would be useful someday, even if it was a mistake in the first place.

See, once she gave me her keys to copy it, her keychain contained three keys. For sure one was to open the entrance of the building, the other their apartment, and the third one an incognita.

With the odds of copying the wrong key being 33,33%, I prefer not to take the risk and copy all the keys.

I simply forgot to mention it to her...

I figure out the third key it's supposed to open Dani's flat when I eavesdropped them talking in the hall.

A very interesting conversation to eavesdrop on, by the way, it was when I figure it out she had a vibrator hidden under her bed as well. Not required to say I kept both, the vibrator and the key.

Both bloody useful...

After a shower, I check my phone finding uncountable calls from my father, and a message from Alicia inviting me for dinner this week.

I will reply to her after, now, I must run.

Entering the office with the view of my father leaning against my table waiting for me is the most unwelcome way to arrive at work.

I just ache to turn on my way and leave. Why am I doing this again?

Yeah right, because one day I will have to assume everything because it is in my blood.

"Father," I acknowledge him with a nod once I'm inside my office, "Apologies for my unpunctuality. I received a call from one of our investors on my way back home to take a report", that is always major for him, 'investor', we should always stop everything else to assist them.

It doesn't matter whose birthday is.

I couldn't invent a better excuse.

"And it took you more than an hour?"

"Yes, but I got Fibbes to invest in the project." A deal I made in fact last night, but this information doesn't concern him. I can use it as it benefits me the most, and now is explaining why I'm so late.

He studies me, checking if I'm bluffing, I can distort the truth, but I am not a liar.

"Fine, let's start", that's my father, two months without seeing me, no 'hello', no 'how are you', 'is America treating you well?' 'Are you missing our teas?'

Or even, no 'congratulations, we were trying on having him for years', 'that's nice son, nice job, you pull a blinder'.

No.

Nothing. I don't expect it anyway. Business as usual.

The presentation is a disaster, but that was already foreseen. This project is a disaster, this team is a disaster.

We have split the project into two parts, one part to be done internally and another by a third company.

The best way to save money, it did? Hell no.

That's rubbish!

It just causes me a headache and an even bigger lack of sleep. I hope these reports are enough to convince him we need a full team working full time on this project.

It is our largest project here, and he wants to split the job between people working on other things and half of the team working outside the company. It is an anticipated failure.

"Have you called your mother?" His typical question after the business is done.

"I will", my usual answer, both of us know I won't anytime soon.

"Did Diana tell you the news?"

"Yes."

"We are still discussing it but will be probably better if you could return to London when we set everything."

"I don't see why you need me for this, you two should do what is better for you, I just don't want to be in the middle."

I'm sure I'll be in the middle, as always.

Hell, if I will go back to London for this, they should be having a divorce years ago.

Truly, they should never get married in the first place. It was, and it is a bloody disaster.

My father spends the day at the office granting our efficiency drops in half.

Who is able to work with someone constantly questioning why you are doing that? Regularly looking over your shoulder to make sure you are doing on his way?

I leave the office right after he left for the airport, each time he comes here he makes sure he adapts everything in his own way even if it took me long enough to obtain it in mine. He doesn't care, he likes things done in his style.

It drives me insane. I just distinguish this office is not mine today, tomorrow I will come back and return everything as it should. MY.WAY.

I hear discussions before entering the flat, I could use the time alone right now, but that is a counterpoint of having a roommate.

Be grateful for having a shelter, Andrew.

Talking about shelter, you think having a construction company would make the work in your place go faster, wrong.

Your place is never the priority, there is always another project needing the people and material in emergency and your damn flat is the last they work on.

At this rate they will never finish it, I should hire some other contractor to do it.

I wish I could just buy another flat, but with my father controlling every single move a make here, it is a hard task. Even rent one is complicated.

"No, but I know it is important for you Kels, what you intend to do about it?" That's Charles arguing with Kelsey again.

I meant to go to my room but now I'm curious about what is supposed to be so important.

She sustains glaring at him, not even glancing at me. She is clearly uncomfortable discussing it, she doesn't want me to know?

"What is important?" I asked placing my computer bag on the table.

"Kelsey got placed on the backup soccer team, and we are discussing what she should do", Charles responds, since Kelsey didn't.

She gasps, and I may say increase her glaring at Charles. She really didn't want to tell me this?

Is she mad at me?

"There is nothing to do Char, I have lost the place already," she spits annoyed. I smile watching her, I just prefer when is me raising a reaction from her.

"What about your financial support?" That startles her, I know that look on her face, it is usually me who provokes it. It happens when she is astonished. As if she had forgotten about it? Her financing support?

"I-" She starts talking, but doesn't finish it. I glance at her, she looks hot in her shorts, I don't think she even realized it.

"So, what is your plan?" Charles insists again, and I begin getting annoyed with him.

I stop gawking at her legs and look at her face. She is uneasy, upset; it clearly hasn't sunk the fact she lost her position in the football team.

"Give her some time Charles, but you could start doing less heavy food for your sister's football regime," I interfere, winking at Charles to avoid him taking it in the wrong way.

"I guess you are right, I will do my part and we discuss it next weekend, ok Kels?"

"Fine", she doesn't want to discuss it, why do I feel especially not with him?

She is such a hard person to read, and so stubborn. Maybe he is pressing her too much.

If I got to read her well, she is probably freaking out inside. She needs to have control of the situation.

Not in bed though, she loves when I take control in bed.

I smile at her reminding me of last night.

By the way, she hasn't even acknowledged me so far, not a small smile. We have expended a great night, haven't we?

I thought we were fine now.

Or am I losing my charm? No, impossible.

It is the thing about her, any other girl would be jumping on me right now, sending smiles, fluttering their eyelashes, doing that thing with their hair, texting me, probably calling me. Some even showed at my door.

Except she, she doesn't. I don't understand it.

It has always been my fantasy a girl who I can sleep with and doesn't bother me after.

And now I'm intrigued. Doesn't she get affected as I do?

At each time I get intrigued about her, more and more. She is a feisty one, but sweet as well. How is that even possible?

Any other girl will take the ticket to have a fling with me any time, but her no, I had to convince her, I have to keep it interesting for her.

She keeps challenging me.

She has all these guys around. No one takes off my mind that Liam guy wants to have a fling with her too. Does she like him? They hug a lot.

And there is that nerd guy, he probably wants to date her, and then what? She will blow me off?

I never slept with the same girl this amount of times, usually, I get bored. It is like forcing eating the same food day after day.

I'm intrigued by the reason why I can't get enough of her; I don't get bored with her.

I'm not worried though; I have other things to worry about. I'll probably get over it soon.

Charles is in the kitchen now, probably preparing one of his dishes, and Kelsey is on the couch talking with Dani.

Why it bothers me? I should just go to my room and rest, I'm needing, after all, one day with my father is enough of problems, still, I keep thinking I could do something to make her feel better.

I want to do something to make her feel better.

The first thing that comes to my mind is sex. Because let's face it, it is what I'm great at.

And after one glance at her legs, all I can think about is placing her on my shoulders and bring her to my room and fuck her until she forgets all about football, other guys, and everything else.

However, sex is not an option, Charles is here, and worst he has a knife in his hands.

It must have something else, something to help her have her place back and help her erase that frown on her face.

I don't like it when she is frowning, she has such a cheeky smile, she should smile more.

I'll make sure she will, and I grin knowing she will be so annoyed at me for doing it.

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