He Came Back To Make Me His.

Chapter Three

The weekend went by quickly and I was certainly not ready for work this morning. I had not gotten an inch of sleep the night before since every time I closed my eyes Stephen’s face popped up. Grabbing my phone and pressing the snooze button, I tried once more, to go to sleep. Ahh…no Stephen. Yes! Just as I was finally drifting to sleep, my irritating alarm began making noise once again and I groaned, realising that I now had to wake up. Throwing my comfortable, warm beige quilt off my body in frustration, I hopped out of my queen size bed and put my hot pink house slippers on before heading to the bathroom.

I looked a mess. My hair was still neatly in a pony tail, showing my lack of sleep, yet my eyes were a visible red colour and my face looked plainly miserable which I was. Slipping off my engagement ring and placing it on one of the counters, I walked into my walk-in shower and allowed the water to caress and awaken my muscles. Washing my body and hair, conditioning it as well, I sadly walked out of the shower when I remembered that I was already late. I stalked over to my wardrobe, pulling out my uniform of a black pencil skirt, a white crisply ironed shirt and matching black blazer. I could already tell that today was going to be a long, tiring one. When I had finished moisturising myself and getting dressed, I did my make up, applying some foundation and mascara and then made myself a sandwich. I completely admired my apartment since it was a place that I could be alone and reflected my personality. From the pink and silver damask print on my walls in my room, to the pictures of flowers and rabbits down my corridor. It all showed that I was a kind, vibrant, stylish person.

Hearing a knock on my front door, I rushed to open it so that I came face to face with my loving fiancé, Trevor.

“Morning beautiful,” Trevor greeted, pulling me in for a small kiss.

“Morning handsome.” I replied with a grin on my face.

“Shall we go?” Trevor suggested.

“Yeah, let me quickly grab my bag and shoes,” I stated, running back into my room to slip on my tights and black ballet flats. I threw my bag over my shoulder and taking my house keys off the glossy black coffee table in my living room, I headed off to work, locking the door behind me. It was starting to get chilly in Manhattan which I was quite sad about, yet I knew that I couldn't fight Mother Nature and so there was no point in complaining. I and Trevor didn’t work together since he was a model and I was a Director at Fern and Ethinal Corporations but he always came to my house in the morning to drop me off at work. That showed exactly how sweet my Trevor was.

“I’ll call you later, have a good day at work and don’t tire yourself out,” Trevor said. Nodding in agreement, I leaned in to give him a peck only for him to pull me in closer, expertly parting my lips allowing his tongue to merge and play with mine. I faintly hear the taxi driver clear his throat and so pulled away, giggling.

“Call me later,” I instructed, receiving a wink from Trevor before I got out of the taxi and headed into my office in the F&E Corporations building.

“Morning,” I greeted everyone, earning the same greeting back.

“Wait a second, what is that on your finger?” Robin, one of my co-workers asked, causing everyone to look at me.

“Oh this?” I questioned, playing with my engagement ring, trying to keep a straight face.

“He finally did it, didn’t he?” Martin joked.

“Aww, how did he do it?” Jessica squealed, running towards me to look at my stunning ring. More of the workers gathered around, pulling my hand in direction after direction, admiring the ring and saying their congratulations, which I truly appreciated.