“Perhaps” I allowed with a devilish grin, scribbling away on some notes “but given who I’ve just married, a kind, loving, and stunning woman, can you blame me, Timothy?” I asked pointedly and with a hint of laughter.
My assistant shook his head. “You are one lucky man Mr Grayson. I wish I had somebody like that waiting for me at home.”
“Well Flair’s friend Rachel seemed to be quite cozy with you at the breakfast,” I said nonchalantly, causing him to blush “Maybe you should ask her out?” I prodded with a sly grin.
Timothy avoided my gaze. “I couldn’t Mr. Grayson,” he said quietly, avoiding my gaze “I don’t think I’m her type” he added with melancholy and a miserable expression on his face.
I raised a brow “What do you mean not her type?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
I hadn’t gathered that Rachel preferred one type of man over the other.
Timothy shifted awkwardly on his seat, fiddling with a pen “It’s just that I gather that her friend Rachel is used to a certain type of man. I don’t fit the bill” he added, looking anywhere but at me.
“Timothy, looks can be deceiving. Rachel seems to be quite a nice girl. Why do you think you’re not good enough for her?” I asked evenly, leaning back in my chair and silently regarding him.
By all accounts, Timothy was a fine man, hardworking, loyal and trustworthy. He would make an excellent family man one day.
He flushed and looked at the ground. “I gather that she only dates wealthy men.”
“Did she tell you that?” I asked with interest.
Rachel had not struck me as the type to be that shallow. She was an extrovert and outgoing but she didn’t seem vain or selfish. I had rather liked her as a person. She and Timothy had gotten on well. Where was he getting the impression she would only date rich men? Or was this stemming from a personal confidence issue? I frowned at him.
“Well no” Timothy muttered, “but a woman as gorgeous as her? She’s never going to want to go out with a guy like me,” he said rather forlorn “she could have any guy she wants. She’s not going to settle for a guy who is just a personal assistant.”
He was putting himself down. I would not stand for that. He was more than just a lowly assistant as he had put it.
I snorted “Timothy if you act like that then you can be assured she’s going to say no. You need to be a bit more confident in yourself. You’re not just a personal assistant, you’re also studying the bar, are you not? To be a lawyer like myself? You’re smart and intelligent, not to mention kind. Do you know how many wealthy men are out there, that are complete assholes? Do you think she wants to date one of those men in preference to you?” I demanded annoyed.
“Well, when you put it that way,” he said sighing “maybe then I should ask her out.”
“Do it” I advised “what have you got to lose? A woman like her only comes along once in a blue moon. If you wait she’s going to be snatched up by another man who sees her value. Then it will be too late and you will have missed out on what could have been the best thing in the world to happen to you.”
I glanced at the clock again and began to put my papers away in my briefcase. It had been hours since I had seen Flair and I was going crazy in my mind, picturing her smile, the way she had looked when I left her this morning. It had only been hours and already it felt like a lifetime since I saw her last. I was acting like a long-lost puppy, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make sure she had moved in and was comfortable in the house. If she wanted a housekeeper I would hire one. If she needed anything I would get it for her.
“Where are you going?” Timothy asked in dismay.
He was fiddling with his collar and glancing at his phone. I smirked. I knew he was looking down at Rachel’s number and hesitating on whether to call her. I shook my head at him.
“Give Rachel my regards when you speak to her,” I told him silkily, enjoying the guilty look on his face “and as for where I’m going, I’m going home to my beautiful wife. I’m leaving early, which is my prerogative as the boss” I told him blithely “I will be in tomorrow but hold all my calls and reschedule my morning appointments. I don’t wish to be disturbed unless it’s for a vital emergency tonight, is that understood” I told my assistant, holding his eyes as he stared, before minutely nodding.
“Good” I exhaled feeling satisfied “Have a nice night Timothy and don’t forget to lock up the office before you leave,” I said cheerfully, grabbing my briefcase and beginning to head out.
With luck, Flair would be at the house already. There was a spring in my step as I headed out of the building.
Johnathon POV
Charlotte would not stop sulking about the damn ring. As we stepped outside the most prestigious jewelry store there was, Luxe, she continued to pout, as I took her hand and dragged her none too gently inside. She needed a ring for the engagement party, so by god, I was going to get her one. I was not going to listen to anybody badmouth me because I had failed to get the one thing that was traditional for a blasted engagement party. This place was expensive and I expected Charlotte to perk up, but her expression was sullen as we walked inside the brightly lit store.
There were rows and rows of jewelry. The light was dazzling. I blinked as a saleswoman came rushing up to us. “Welcome to Luxe” she gushed “how can I be of service to you?”
The woman was pretty with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I gave her an appreciative look as I pushed Charlotte forward slightly “We’re looking for an engagement ring” I informed her tightly “would you be able to show us what you have in stock that might fit her finger? We’re hoping to leave with the ring today” I added pointedly, when Charlotte tightened her lips and said nothing.
The woman gave us a tentative smile. Charlotte glowered at her. “Right this way” she chirped, leading us towards the back, an uncertain expression on her face.
We stopped in front of a large display of diamond rings. The woman stood there politely.
“Do you know what kind of ring you want?” she asked cheerfully “did you have a particular type in mind.”
“A black diamond” Charlotte grumbled, “worth millions.”
The woman was confused. I was irritated. I leaned down to whisper in my fiancee’s ear “Charlotte, enough about that blasted ring. Your grandfather refuses to hand it over. Just pick something else that you like. There must be something here that you want.”
My tone was almost desperate. I had never seen somebody so intent on having something before and sulk so much after being denied it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.