Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven: I Can’t Deal With It – 1

I had decided to work from home today. I called the office the second I knew the receptionist would be in. I told her a derisive lie—that my heating and warm water weren't working, and I had to wait for someone to come and fix it. I told her the timeframe was between nine and three. Thankfully, Wyatt didn't seem to be in, or he would have put me through to him.

I am not there to assist Wyatt in the office, but there is work I can still do from home: his schedule, booking any upcoming trips, and catching up on meeting minutes from the recordings in hyped-up files. I can access my log-in from home.

I don’t want to go in because I am not ready to see Wyatt. I am still mad at him for leaving. Yes, he texted me to say good morning, but he still hasn’t apologized. I am not feeling well either. My period decided to come a couple of days early. I am stressed. My cramps are killing me. I have a headache and am cranky; I am also chatter, but this is partly because I didn’t get much sleep last night.

I have done some work, but I am taking a break for breakfast and coffee. I like to work from home because I can go at my own pace. I am surprised I haven’t had an angry call from Wyatt yet. He would have arrived at the office a couple of hours ago. He does have a busy day, which works in my favor.

He will be in touch at some point. If he isn’t, then it means he is done with me. I know him well enough now to know that if he is pissed at me, or I disobeyed him in any way, he would be quick to tell me or punish me. If he does neither of these things, it isn’t a good sign. The last thing I want is to lose him or break up. We need to sit down and talk. I sigh because I hate being in a fight with him.

I refocus my attention on making breakfast. I am not overly hungry; a slice of toast and a fried egg will be enough to keep me going until dinner time. The question is, will I be eating dinner alone tonight? I will need to wait and see.

I plate my breakfast up with a small side of fruit. I take that and my coffee back to the living room. I find something to watch for a bit. A message comes through on my laptop. It is probably notice of something sent out to the entire office through the chat setup for all employees.

I run my finger over the mousepad. I see I am wrong. It is a message from Wyatt. Why is he contacting me through this rather than my cell?

“Don’t tell me the real reason you decided to work from home, kitten?”

Why is he even asking? He knows the reason. He would have figured it out when he was told the reason I lied about.

“Why do you think? I didn’t want to come in and for things to be awkward between us after last night.”

“The work server is not the place we should be discussing this.”

“You should still have come in, Aly. We could have talked.”

“No, we couldn’t have. The office is not the place to discuss our relationship, and neither is this chat. If you want to talk, you know where to contact me.”

I sign out of the chat. He wants to talk; so I am not doing it over a damn chat. I shove the laptop over and eat my breakfast. I keep an eye on my cell in case he calls. By the time I finish my breakfast, there is still nothing.