Chapter Fifteen
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Mia
I had accompanied Adam to the airport, where we had dropped Jean off for her flight back to Chicago. We were supposed to be happy knowing she wasn't staying in New York much longer, but we were nowhere feeling relieved.
Jean was only going to be in Chicago for a few days, before returning with Marc.
Hence, why Adam and I haven't spoken a word ever since we left the airport. The ride to my apartment was quiet and if he hadn't turned on the radio, it was bound to get worse. Despite it being a gloomy Sunday night, I could sense my boss wasn't in a good mood anyway. His body was relaxed, but his grip on the steering wheel was tight.
I kept glancing in his direction for a few times, expecting to see an impossible smile.
The Adam Auclair I had spent time with over the weekend was gone. The whole facade had dropped the moment his mother had turned her back towards us, and we were back to our usual employer-employee relationship. In all honesty, I was more than grateful for us to be back to normal because the whole affection was slowly getting to me; I was beginning to feel scared of looking forward to his touch.
I couldn't forget about this morning, yet I was slowly pushing the thoughts away. As far as I could.
We were both grown adults, and even if he kissed me hard or gave me a satisfying orgasm, we weren't going to overthink about it. It was actually better if it never happened again, regardless of the reason.
I cleared my throat, feeling the sudden lump. It had somehow caused my moody boss to turn and look at me before asking, "You were saying something?"
I frowned, "Huh? No, I didn't say anything."
"Sorry, I was occupied in thoughts."
"I could tell."
Then, there it was, the perfect set of dimples. I almost choked when I saw him smile or the fact that his mood could change as easily, but I knew better than to question him. It was better talking to him comfortably than for both of us to keep quiet during the whole drive.
Wait a minute. Did I hear him apologise? I thought.
"What did you say to me?" I asked, blinking a few times.
He slightly furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "That I was occupied in thoughts?"
"No, before that."
"I'm sorry?"
"Exactly. That!" I scoffed, laughing in disbelief. "An apology."
As he glanced in my direction for a few seconds, the slight smirk never left his face. It was a sight to behold, and I was enjoying my sweet time with it. It wasn't a moment to miss because it felt like a rare occurrence. Even if this 'weekend-Adam' was going to disappear tomorrow morning, at least I got the chance to see him smile and talk to me like a regular person. Even though he was really, really, unpredictable.
"Enjoying it a bit too much, aren't you, Ms. Madden?" He replied, raising an eyebrow.
"While it lasts. Yes, I am."
"You say it as if all I do is frown."
"You kinda do."
The drive to my apartment became quiet again, and I knew this time, I just needed to enjoy the view of the city. Traffic was getting bad despite changing routes a few times, but luckily enough Adam didn't complain. I was expecting him to drop me off at the nearest bus stop or force me to take a cab, but it didn't happen.
I was beginning to enjoy listening to his playlist. It was really good stuff.
Some of the songs were new to my ears, but they had good beats. I had expected Adam to listen to something depressing or one of those heavy metal songs, yet if I were to judge him according to his playlist, I had assumed he was an easy-going guy. A person's appearance and the way they present themselves to the world can never really tell their true selves.
Once we had arrived in front of my apartment, I was slowly unbuckling the seat belt to leave, but he had grabbed my arm to stop me.
It was brief. When he had gotten my attention, he pulled his hand away.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Auclair?" I asked, being formal.
This was the way we communicated; despite pretending to be his fiancée, and spending the weekend over at his house, we weren't a real couple. We needed to maintain the professional relationship between us, even though we had crossed a line this morning. It was not unintentional, it happened for a reason.
"We'll go to get your engagement ring tomorrow during lunch," he replied shortly.
"Okay. Is there anything else?"
His hazel eyes stared at me as if he had other things to say, but he didn't utter a single word. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to, because I knew the moment he drove away later, he was going to be the cold-hearted billionaire boss in the morning. I needed to firmly know where I stood to avoid confusion. I couldn't let my thoughts get in the way of our situation.
I knew it was somehow a bad idea to get myself involved, but I secretly wanted to know what it felt like.
Was I selfish? I considered myself being a great help.
"See you tomorrow," he said as he leaned back, reaching for his phone.
I assumed that was the end of our weekend getaway.
"See you," I muttered under my breath. As I reached for the door handle, I knew I needed to show him gratitude. "Mr. Auclair?"
As usual, he didn't bother to turn to look at me, but I knew he was listening. I had always assumed his ears were perked up for any kind of information even though he may have looked as if he never cared; he was just good at maintaining his ego. One of the reasons why women were head over heels is that he attracted people even when he wasn't trying.
"I just wanted to say thank you." I said, looking at him.
Adam stopped scrolling on his phone before turning to look at me, yet he didn't mutter a single word. So, I took it as an opportunity to continue talking while he took his time to listen.
"Thank you for treating me nicely over the weekend."
"It's strictly business. I should be thanking you,"
"Well, regardless of the reason, thank you."
We stared at each other for a few seconds, but it felt like minutes. I could get lost in the slight greenness of his hazel eyes despite him not doing anything, just staring back at me. This weekend changed my perspective towards him. Before this, I knew him only as a heartless and selfish boss, but I was proven wrong.
I could never be a hundred-percent confident about it. However, I stood firmly in my thoughts.
"You're welcome, Mia."
Simple. Yet, it made my lips curve.
"Right. See you tomorrow morning, Mr. Auclair."
Then, I stepped out of the car without looking back at my fiancé.
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