Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“He’s a fool then,” Mr. Anderson replied curtly as he took his wine from the waiter who returned. “You’re a brilliant young woman and he’d be lucky to have you as his partner.”
I blushed and sipped at my lemonade that the waiter had placed in front of me. “Thank you for your kind words, but you don’t really know me.”
“I know enough,” he replied cryptically. “But if Griffin really isn’t planning on making an honest woman out of you after the loyalty you’ve shown today, perhaps he isn’t as smart as I’d thought. Maybe I should be offering the promotion to you instead.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Oh, Griff is definitely smart enough for a little job like that,” I joked. “He could never handle my kind of day-to-day! My superior skillset is reserved for more important tasks like answering his phone and ordering his lunch.”
Mr. Anderson laughed too. “My, my, my. It seems like Griffin might have his work cut out for him with you,” he said between chuckles.
“It certainly seems so,” I replied with a smile before glancing back down at the menu as my stomach rumbled. I was finally feeling at ease with everything and happy to tuck into some tasty food, but my mind kept wandering back to Griff. Where was he? What was he doing? I was desperate to know.
31
Griff
It was dark in the city when I finally got back. The moon hung high in the sky and illuminated the tops of the skyscrapers around me as I hurried back to the hotel. I was in such a rush that I bumped shoulders with a few people in my dash across the city, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Nothing else mattered now except Remy and how I felt about her. I didn’t want to spend a single moment apart from her now that I finally understood how important she was to me. I just had to hope that I hadn’t ruined things between us with my distant behavior. Hopefully, she’d forgive me and give me the chance I so desperately wanted.
My heart was pounding against my chest in a way it had never done before. I’d never felt such a strong desire to be with someone ever before in my life and it was the only proof I needed that Remy was the one for me. Wind whipped at my face and stung my sore, red eyes. I hadn’t expected to be so heartbroken after my father’s death, but seeing him so regretful and pained as he passed on was too much for me to bear. I didn’t want to end up like that. I wanted to be surrounded by love and happiness in both life and death. That was what I was racing for now: for happiness, for my future.
As I finally reached the bright lights of the hotel lobby, I could feel the nerves creeping in. I felt like I was on a knife’s edge. My father’s passing was still in the forefront of my mind while I imagined finally opening up my life to another person, to Remy. It was all so scary that my hand was shaking as I pressed the elevator button to take me up to the right floor. Remy was the only woman for me and I needed to make this work somehow, but I was so afraid. I knew nothing about real, serious relationships. How was I going to give her the good life she deserved?
More questions plagued me as I reached the hotel room door and unlocked it swiftly. When I stepped inside, however, my mood plummeted. It was empty. The room was dark and Remy was nowhere to be seen. I stepped inside and switched on the light to investigate further, but there was still no sign of her. I approached the bathroom door and gently pushed it open. There was no one inside.
My mind began to race with worries and possibilities. I knew I’d been a fool to expect Remy to just wait for me to return. She wasn’t a dog, after all, she was a bright, young woman with a life and goals of her own. It began to worry me. Was I too late? Had she already left me behind? It didn’t make sense, though. The last time I spoke to her, Remy said she’d support me no matter what. Surely that hadn’t changed over the course of just a few hours?
I rushed toward the dresser and pulled the drawers open. I caught a glimpse of pink fabric and let out a sigh of relief. Remy’s clothes were still there. She had to be around here somewhere, but I had no idea where she might go. After all, the only people she knew in the city were me and Kelly. I stumbled toward the bed and sat down on it for a few minutes as I though the situation over.