Chapter 6
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"Can we talk about yesterday?"
Christian sets down his book and takes off his reading glasses.
"I'm so sorry Lisa. I don't know how we c-"
"Not about... Not the incident."
Christian raises his brows and I sit myself on the ottoman in front of where he resides on the
couch in his lounge clothes.
"I mean about telling me dinner was half an hour earlier than it really was."
My boyfriend's face breaks into a smug grin and he nods.
"Clever yes?"
I think about how terrible I felt. How frustrated. I remember hitting my head on the car frame
and... I'm angry. I may not have dissapointed him, but I've dissapointed myself.
"That's the thing. You shouldn't have to lie to me to get me to show up on time. You're so used to
me letting you down that Everytime you give me a time line, I'll wonder if I really have more."
Christian picks up the hand I have resting on my knee and interlaces our fingers.
"You never disapoint me Vasilisa. I'll admit, your tardiness is a pet peeve of mine, but I know
you mean well. Reguardless, don't think I don't notice how absent minded you can't be even
when there's no schedule for the day. Do you think we need to ask doctor Verarez for a different
medication? I think it might help."
He rubs his thumb along my knuckles to sooth my nerves and I shrug nochlantly.
A.D.D is only half the battle. My anti-depressants work like a charm, so long as I'm not alone for
too long. The rest of my problems can't really be worked out so easily.
"I don't think it would help," I admit. This is probably more of a personality issue than anything.
"You know I keep telling you that you don't have to work. If it's stressing you out again-"
"I know Chris. I just have to keep going until I absolutely can't anymore. I'm sure I'll quit one
day and find some other hobby, but I can't right now."
Of all my quirks, he never seems to fail to accept them. I know the things I say don't always
make sense to him, but at least he's learned not to question it anymore.
"As for your family... How often exactly do we have to see them?"
I cringe as I ask this, hoping it will be close to never.
"Honestly? Christmas, some birthdays, and company parties. Speaking of, there's one Friday
night at my parents house."
So many things were wrong with that sentence.
"First of all, you know I don-"
"Don't celebrate peagan holidays or birthdays, and I know you only went to that one company
party the first time you saw my parents, but now that they know this is serious, we need to start
letting the world know. I've hidden you from the cameras for almost two years now. I want my
fans to know the woman I'm going to marry. If they don't meet you before our engagement
announcement, they won't like you and that would be a shame."
I pout dramatically and glare with sad eyes.
He's going to make me do this. Of course I had to fall in love with the most successful actor of
2019. Hell, he was even voted the sexiest man alive and they're not wrong!
"Okay. I'll do the thing where the girlfriend pleases the parents," I mutter under my breath.
Christian gives me a proud smile and soft kiss in return.
"Thank you. Now just to be clear, Friday is three days awa-"
"Oh, shut up!" I scowl throwing a pillow at him as he chuckles and dodges it quickly.
I know what day of the week it is. Sometimes.
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