“Are you kidding?!” I almost hissed in a low voice.
“What? I work here Avaya…” I shook my head in disbelief as the lift pinged to let more people out. “Honestly you seem so surprised!?" I crossed my arms in a huff and stared at the lift going through it’s floors and heard him chuckle. “Well it’s nice to see you. You look very smart Miss Holt.” He winked as he exited the lift into another office on a lower floor. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I glanced up to to 3 women staring at me and flushed red instantly. They must have worked there too and from the look on the blondes face she liked him.
It had been a long and hard day. My feet ached from walking and driving to and from that office. The office that my mum was so familiar with when she wasn't working from home and as I laid down next to her on the sofa she grinned.
“Freddie liked you.” She chirped as she stroked my hair that was sprawled on her lap.
“What do you mean by liked me? Like in what way?” She chuckled and shrugged.
“He said you interviewed very well. Of course he knows your my daughter now after he saw you he put two and two together.” I rolled my eyes and glanced up at her flicking through the channels. The sense of being back home made me feel slightly uneasy. I began to panic that things were ways going to be like this. I didn't want to stay in Devon forever.
“We look nothing alike?” She laughed and nodded as he fingers tangled into my hair.
“You’re much more like your father but you do have some aspects of me… Your lips are one of them.” She ran her tiny hand over my cheek as she dipped to peck my head softly. “You know while you've been staying away the house has been so odd.” I smirked.
“Clean?” I questioned .
“Very.” She paused, “and empty.” She shrugged to herself as I sat up and cuddled her.
“Oh mum. I’m not going anywhere for a while?” She nodded. I could see that she was pushing tears away.
“So have you sorted things out with Haz? They've both been in the office a lot more this week.” I frowned and shrugged to myself.
“I bet…” My thoughts of how he hid the fact he worked at the law firm were now prominent in my mind. I folded my arms and watched my mum smile.
"What's he done?" She questioned.
"Did you know he worked at the firm?" She nodded and smirked.
"Did he not tell you?" I shook my head and frowned deeply. I still hadn't told him that I'd found out or that my best friend was in bed with the enemy. I pushed that thought out of my head and kissed my mum on the head.
"I'm gonna go? I'm gonna let them know how I got on." I rose up from my spot on the sofa and watched as she smiled and ushered me out of the door. I wanted him to be in a better mood. I needed him to be.
My need for him was ridiculous. I braced myself for seeing him pissed or high because I'd been in and out of Alfie's for a few days again but as I burst through the door of the all too familiar house I spotted Alfie in the kitchen. Chloe nearly took me out as she cuddled me tightly.
“Oh thank fuck your back!” She exclaimed down my ear, she squeezed me tightly in a fond embrace.
“Bloody hell Chloe I was gone for a morning!? What the fucks going on?" I laughed as I grappled with her arms to loosen their grip. She smiled sweetly and offered her arms up. I smiled back at her and she raised her brow. “So I’m guessing he hasn't told you?”
“Told me what?” I raised my eyebrow at her. I examined her standing in the hallway all relaxed and not bothered and she reminded me so much of her brother, more than she probably cared to know.
"Oh I'll let him fucking tell you, I swear to god these men…" I watched her walk off into the living room cursing and glanced towards Alfie who was shrugging his shoulders.
"I've got no idea?" I nodded and placed my bags on the coat rack. I paced up the stairs towards his room. I didn't knock, I just opened it and watched his eyes dance over my attire. I smiled softly at him. He was laying sprawled on his bed, he had no t-shirt on, his hands were behind his head and his jogging bottoms were hanging low on his hips. His abs of steel looked deeper set and I cleared my throat. I'll never tire of him being like that. He flashed his shiny white teeth at me and I leant against his door. I watched as he patted the bed next to him and smirked to myself. I shook my head and placed my arms across my chest, the way he rolled his eyes made my southern regions clenched with desire. The sound of the television in the background was the only sound breaking our silence.
"How did your interview go Avay?" I loved hearing that from his mouth. Nobody had ever called me Avay before him. Av, Avaya, A but never Avay… That was his name for me. His voice seemed husker than usual and I smiled. He'd either been asleep or singing. I didn't know which. I tilted my head and shrugged.
"I'm not sure. I don't think I'd fit in very well." I continued to watch him. "They're all so mature." I raised my brow and waited for him to admit to me that he worked for the
