□ FIVE □

Mr Hayfield- Michael followed my instructions to the house I had been sharing with Harry. Unfortunately our luck was not in favour as I spotted Harry's car in the driveway. I sighed as Micharl pulled into the driveway anyway, climbing out of the car when he'd parked.

He climbed out as well. The door closed with a snap as I waked up the driveway to the front door. I glanced at Michael as he followed not even glancing at the garden.
I pushed open the front door and I heard Harry curse at the TV.

I glanced at him as I walked in. "I knew you couldn't stay away you little bitch" he said, looking at me as I walked in.

Michael walked in behind me and Harry shot off the couch. "What the fuck is he doing here?!" Harry roared.

Michael crossed his arms. "Hope, I'd start packing so we leave quickly" my boss said to me.

I was scared, for Harry. The murderous look Michael was giving him would be enough to scare anyone. "Of course" I replied, moving towards my room..

Harry launched forward. "She isn't going anywhere!" He exclaimed, grabbing my wrist.

I winced and Michael slipped his hand under his suit jacket. "Let go of her, now" he said deadly calm.

"She's my girlfriend, I can do what I want" Harry replied, his grip tightening.

"Let go!" I exclaimed, trying to pull my hand out of his grip.

Harry just shot me a glare. "Should have known you were cheating on me with this jerk, so typical a boss and his assistant!" He exclaimed.

Michael stepped forward. "Let go of her arm, or I will break yours" he growled out.

Harry let go of my wrist and squared up to Michael. "You think you love her? You don't know anything about her, I've known her for year!" He exclaimed.

Michael glanced at me and I nodded. I probably didn't want to see this.
I ran to my room, pulling my suitcase out of the cupboard and stuffing it with clothes. I took photographs that meant a lot to me and books I could never part with.

I packed all my essentials and then added everything I didn't want to leave behind. I zipped up the case and walked back into the living room. Michael was still standing by the door, his arms crossed.

Harry was nowhere in sight. I frowned and looked around. "Where's Harry?" I asked, looking back at my boss.

He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged one shoulder. "I have no idea" he replied.

I eyed him suspiciously. "Okay, well I'm packed" I said, showing him my luggage.

Michael nodded and opened the front door. "After you" he said, giving me a tight smile.

I nodded and walked out of the house, hearing the door shut after Michael  walked out.
The car beeped as he unlocked it and I opened the boot, throwing my bag into the back.

I glanced back at the house as I shut the boot. I still felt an attachment to the house, not the man in it but the good memories that it had. It used to be my mother's house before she died. She left it to me in her will and now my stupid ex had it.

I'd rather him have the house than my life. I pulled out my phone after feeling it buzz. A text from my brother I hadn't heard from in a long time.
Heard you left Sir Douche, call me when you'd like to talk. AJ

Paris must have told him. They were still good friends even though he'd moved all the way to Canada. After our mother died, he took his grief and abandoned me for the snowy streets and we never really spoke unless it was each other's birthday or mum's death anniversary.

I climbed into the passenger seat of Michael's car as his hand rested on the center console. "Is everything alright?" Michael asked, turning his head to look at me.

I nodded. "Yeah, I just have an attachment to the house and I'm going to miss it" I replied, at the front door.

His silence was questioning. "It used to be my mother's house, when she died, she left it to me" I explained.

"I'm sorry" he said, his voice betraying the regret.

"Ah it wasn't you fault, cancer kills a lot of people these days and it's sad" I replied.

Michael started the car. "Are you hungry?" He asked, changing the subject after a moment of silence.

I looked at him a little confused. "I thought we weren't going to be seen out in public together, might arouse suspicion" I replied.

Michael met my gaze. "I don't care about that, I'm hungry, if you are too then we should go eat" he said, one hand tight in on the steering wheel.

I nodded, smiling a little. "Than yes, I'm very hungry" I replied.

Michael answered by throwing the car in reverse. It didn't take him long to park the car and open my door to let me out.
I smiled at the gesture. "Thank you" I said as I stood next to him.

Michael glanced around. "So this is the food district, what do you want to eat?" He asked as I looked around as well.

Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Mexican, Sushi and Western restaurants stared back at me as I looked around. My eyes widened. "Sir, I'm going to be perfectly honest and say that I would have been fine with a burger for McDonald's" I replied, glancing at him.

I saw him crack a grin before it faded when he saw me looking. "Nonsense, you live with me now so like me you will dine at the best restaurants in the city" he replied.

I smiled and pursed my lips. "Than you decide, you obviously know way more about food than I do" I replied.

"Okay, fair enough" he replied, starting to walk away from the car.

I followed him silently. He made way to a Mexican restaurant and opened the door for me. "They make the best nachos in the whole city" he said as I brushed past. 

I laughed and joined the queue. A few women in front of me, glanced at Michael and fluttered their eyelashes.  I rolled my eyes. I felt Michael stand behind me, his body brushing against me and I suddenly felt butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"You should take a seat Hope, I'll get the order, what would you like?" Michael said, almost in my ear.

I jumped slightly at how close his voice was and I looked at the board. "I'd like to try these best nachos you speak of" I replied.

His chuckle ran across my skin like hot water, making me break out in goosebumps. "Find us a table, I'll get them" he said.

I glanced at him as I stepped out of line ad headed to an empty booth. I sat down, placing my purse on the table. I watch Michael smile at the ladies in front of him and watched them break out in giggles.
A flare of jealousy glowed through me and I quickly brushed it away.

That was insane. He was my boss. And now my roommate. I had to get over whatever childish crush feelings I had for him. I looked up to see him looking at me, a weird look in his eyes. He looked away.

He's your boss and roommate, Hope. Get over yourself.

I bit my lip and looked back down at the table, noticing the tiny grooves in it that must have been from people putting their knives and forks down. My phone buzzed and I quickly grabbed it, hoping for the distraction.

Spoke to your brother, he's thrilled you've left the jerk. Said he'll try and text you. Don't be mad. P xo

I smiled gently and typed back.

Not mad. Received his text. Haven't replied, don't know what to say to him. I'll speak to him when I get the chance. Currently, eating out with my boss. xx

I placed my phone down but it beeped almost immediately.

You better tell me every juicy detail of this date you are on with your boss or I will find you. P x

I grinned and typed back.

Maybe x

The three dots appeared and disappeared before my phone buzzed.

You're a bitch and I hate you. Talk later. P x

I laughed and put my phone down, just in time to see Michael walking towards the table. I straightened. He slid into the chair in front of me. "All ordered, should be a few minutes" he said as he propped his elbows on the table and studied me.

I smiled in reply. "Thanks" I said.

He shrugged one shoulder before tearing his eyes away from my face to look at the crowd. "It's busy in here" he replied, making small talk.

I inwardly shuddered. Nothing worse than small talk.
"I guess" I replied.

I glanced over at the three women that were glaring at me before turning away. I looked back at Michael. "So" I said, leaning forward slightly.

Michael met my gaze. "You like Mexican? Anything else I should know about you?" I asked.

I believed I saw his mouth smile. "I own a piano, I hope you like music" he replied.

I shook my head. "I love music, what can you play?" I asked, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I mostly write my own but I can play moonlight sonata" he replied. 

I raised my eyebrow. "What about Fur lise?" I asked.

"Yep, can play that too" Michael replied. 

I coughed out a laugh. "I've always wanted to learn the piano" I replied.

Michael leaned forward in his elbows.  "I can absolutely teach you, but I'm a harsh critic so if you get a note wrong.." he trailed off.

I smiled. "So under that cold hard exterior you truly do have a heart, good to know" I said, smirking.

Michael looked away with a crooked grin on his face. "You know you are still my assistant, right?" He asked, glancing back at me.

I laughed, almost giggled. "Nope, we aren't on work premises, so that makes us roommates, and roommates can be friends" I replied, leaning back in my chair.

Michael drummed his fingers against the table. "Hmm I suppose they can" he replied.

I spotted the waitress coming over with our food. She stopped by the table and placed our food and drink on the table before bidding us goodbye. I raised the glass of soda and he raised an eyebrow.  "Humour me" I replied.

He rolled an eyebrow and raised his glass also. I clinker my glass against his. "To being roommates" I said before taking a drink.

"Yes, roommates" he replied almost wistfully.

A/N

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