{ #2 } I Would Give Him The Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 12 - Lonely Week

(Liam's POV - Mon. 23 September 2013)

I slam my hand on my alarm clock when it goes off at 6:00 am and doze off again. I am definitely not as motivated as usual to go to work today so I allow myself a little more time in bed. Anyway, I can arrive until 8:30 in the office and with the extra hours I did last week, I can afford sleeping a bit longer... just a few more minutes. I don't know where my dreams take me, but it feels like I am in a turbulence area or maybe there is an earthquake because I feel my body shaking and people shouting; or rather one person shouting.

"Liam!!!! Li!!!!!" I open my eyes and find that Shannon is shaking me like a rag doll. "What the fuck are you still doing in bed? It's 8:00!" Holy crap!!

"What?!!? Are you kidding? I only dozed off for a few minutes!" In answer, he shows me the screen of my phone and it does display 7:58 am. I am definitely late! "Dang!!!"

I get up, a bit panicked, and start looking for something to wear. Of course, for once I didn't prepare my clothes in advance last night like I always do before I go to sleep.

"Go get your shower, Bunny. I'll find you a suit and a shirt," Shannon says sleepily. This guy can really be such a sweet thing when he wants to.

"Thanks Shan... How come you're up so early by the way? You're not working till tonight..." I ask.

"Had too many drinks last night... Needed to empty my bladder..." he replies with a yawn. Yeah well, that's better than wetting his bed I guess, and this time, it does save my life.

After a very quick shower, I rush back to my bedroom to get dressed while Shan is preparing a lunch bag for me apparently. Has he decided to become a saint all of a sudden? I quickly grab my bag and my lunch pack, give Shan a brief hug and run outside our apartment. I am so grateful that my friend's bladder woke him up, but I curse myself for sleeping in. Even if I am disappointed I won't get to see Mr. Pierce for the entire week, that shouldn't have affected my usual motivation. Hopefully, I will at least get to hear him on the phone...

Since last Wednesday, I have been feeling a bit more comfortable in his presence and I am definitely going to miss him this week. I know I shouldn't feel like this and that I shouldn't let my emotions run over my behavior, but I have been struggling with these weird feelings for the past week and it's giving me a hard time.

A ping echoes from my iPhone when I get out of the train at a quarter to nine. Reading it just throws me into a new state of stress.

8:42 am - Mr. Pierce: I've been trying to reach you in the office. Call me asap.

All sorts of thoughts flood through my head as I hurry along the sidewalk to the office building. His jet was supposed to take off at 8:30 am this morning and he can't have landed already, so why is still in Chicago? Why does he want to talk to me already? On Friday, he said he wouldn't call me until Monday afternoon! Have I done something wrong? Have I forgotten to book something?

I quickly review my preparation of this trip: I called Michael to schedule the flight; I told Tony about the departure time, but even if I hadn't, Mr. Pierce would have reminded him; I gave him all the copies of the documents, so he shouldn't be missing anything. I really don't see what I could have missed!

As soon as I arrive on the 21st floor, I hurriedly toss my jacket on the back of my chair, switch on my laptop and pick up the phone to dial his number. I don't even give him time to announce himself when he answers after the first tone.

"Good morning... Sir, this is Liam," I blurt out.

"I know it's you Liam, although it still says Ally on my screen. Good morning!"