Out Of The Blue

er'

y thrown off balance.

ning to hear things. There was no way X

He sat up, undoing the first buttons of his sh

his tan skin, I swallow

speak but no sound ca

words that left my lips. He only star

't joke

giving another awkward chuckle. He waited for me to

pretty

when I said marry me," he said, his voic

, it'

st a fraction. He fin

ered and I shot him a 'yo

" Today's been a long day for you, I'm going to walk out and pretend this

girl

es har

ight frame of mind?" He ask

he w

bad about this later on, and I wasn't going to lose my job over

yes to the seat

r. I fell into the seat with a grateful sigh, even though I had no

ty or I am going to lose my compa

giving me muc

I nodded even though I clearly did

it shouldn't be a problem for you"

to have a woman by his si

ut I'm not a fan of relati

ile and when the company is legally mine, we'll get a divorce" The

" I pointed out, not like I

s was there again. Would

ched, after one year, we go our se

id, pushing out of the seat and rising to my

h green eyes. He looked so unbothered con

lp you find your father" I froze. It f

ther my mum nor my sister knew. They were the

search. Where do you start searching for a

he'd gotten me right

that?" I asked. I got

Amber," there was a tinge of

behind my back and use my company's co

, a bead of sweat t

I tried to joke, but m

those green ey

ure, be convinced that we'll find your dad faster than y

ulative and cunning. He knew how to play his game

how many years it took, I'd

me. I could feel the blood rushing

A dangerous ti

way and time" I tried to sound fir

too late by then?" He asked a

ital or worse still dead? I had no fucking idea, and it was driving me c

man I fuckin

on his desk drawing my

ight," he said in a dismissive tone

*

my little apartment, his

u and help you

ting pool, not even Tinder helped. The

lose, except a year of my life and

and... my dad. I'd become Mrs. Ca

uld become

hts. I reached for it, sitting up on my b

el

in a god

, I pulled the phone from

ck. X

couldn't be described as a

tched my hair, staring at the ceil

y are you calling?" I probed. Working hours w

room number? It's chilly out her

.. w

orhood?" I asked, even thoug

is voice

hat would he be doing in my

ria

ed my room in my boy shorts

do

ll me your room number?" His voice filt

riedly and after a bri

ck