~Lewis~
Knock knock.
The pen is snapped into two. I toss them into the bin before speaking after reigning in the bitterness.
"Come in"
The door opens and shuts with a light thud, my eyes not straying from the documents in my view. I twirl the new pen as I go over the terms and conditions of the bar I’m thinking of purchasing.
"Sir, you have an appointment with the CEO of the hospitality industry at 11 am." She reminds me.
I nod, mindlessly, waving a hand in dismissal without a glance her way.
My eyes flick to my wristwatch. It’s become an involuntary action since Venus and I had a thing going on.
10 am.
Is he awake now? Has he eaten? Has he even read the message I sent?
I bet that he’s tucked under my quilt, curled into a cute little ball, and snoring softly in his sleep. A c
