Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven: I Can’t Deal With It – 2

Get them in, come some chat times. He will call when he is ready. A good thing about the message is that it tells me he has given up on us. I tidy up my dishes and get back to work. I will do as much as Fran quickly; that way, I won’t need to work into the evening. I will return to the office tomorrow.

I can’t be off too much. I don’t want to lose my job. Wyatt wouldn’t fire me, but if I am absent too much, he would need to get someone else to do it. He can’t show favoritism, and I don’t expect him to either. I can’t afford to lose my job.

I am done with work for the day. It is only three o’clock. I have the rest of the day free. I wish I could work from home all the time and on my schedule. I set everything aside. Another coder is in order—an iced one this time. As I go to move, my cell rings from next to me. I glance down and see Wyatt calling.

I reach for it and answer his call.

“Hello.”

“You signed out of the chat,” he says, clearly annoyed.

“Yes, because I wasn’t discussing our relationship on a company server. You should have called my cell before now.” My tone of voice matches his.

“I have been busy, angel. This is my first break since I started. I was in a meeting when we were chatting.”

“Have you called to apologize for turning out on me last night?”

He sighs loudly. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” I reply firmly.

“No, but you hurt me, Alyssa. You didn’t even think about my question. You abruptly told me no. You can’t put all the blame on me.”

“You didn’t give me much of a chance to say much else,” I snap.

“Drop the attitude, Alyssa. I didn’t call to get into another fight with you.”

“No, I won’t.”

He groans in frustration, “Why are you so cranky!”

“I am not. Stop pissing me off,” I protest.

“Stop snapping at me,” he snarls.

I am not in the mood for this! I hang up the call. He will work out why I am cranky. He knows my body and emotions as well as I do. He tries to call back, but I don’t answer. I will call him back when my mood is better. I shouldn’t have snapped at him. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole until I started acting like a bitch.

I need to find a way to relax. A nice, warm bubble bath may be a good idea. If it were the afternoon, I would have wine or a beer. I get up from the desk and start my bath. I suggest a walk afterward if I feel up to it. It is a nice day. I should try to enjoy it. The fresh air will do me some good.

I pour in my favorite coconut bubble bath, light some candles, and put on some music. Music always has a calming effect on me. My playlist ranges from country to rock to…

…don’t make me regret this.

Slipping into the bath, I let out a sigh of contentment and relax. I close my eyes and listen to the music. The warmth of the water eased my cramps, and I instantly felt better.

I will stay in the tub until it gets cold.

Half an hour later, I am ready to climb out. I wrap a towel around me and stroll to the bedroom. I am tempted to take a nap, but I won’t. I don’t want to waste an early night, hopefully, not alone.