My Bosses Pretend Lover

Chapter Five - Compliments from the boss

Nova’s P.O.V

I was glad to get out of work today. There were too many stares, whispering and questions all because Brandon and I walked into work together. What is wrong with people? Why do they need to give a damn about other people’s lives? Brandon tried keeping my mind off it all; he was warning anyone that said anything he never liked. I just wanted to go home, relax with a large glass of wine, spent my night doing nothing. I hope when tomorrow comes everyone has better things to talk about rather than Brandon and I.

As soon as I got home, I stripped down, heading for a shower, which made me feel better. I got into my P.J.s. I decided I would order in because I could not be bothered cooking for one yet again. I hate being single sometimes, but with work, I don’t have much time to do much else. I grabbed myself a glass and bottle of wine from the fridge, placing my ass on the sofa and deciding what I wanted for dinner. I decided and went to call the takeaway place but before I could my phone started ringing, Brandon’s number coming up on the screen. Please tell me I do not need to go back to the office? I groaned to myself before answering his call.

“Hello Sir, everything OK?” I asked.

I hear him chuckle on the other end of the phone.

“Nova we are not at work, call me Brandon.” He laughed.

Maybe he is not calling about work then. Why else would he be calling?

“Well, is everything OK, Brandon?” I laughed.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

I could lie and tell him something exciting, but what would be the point? I decided to go with the truth.

“Not a lot. Going to order in and have a glass of wine. That is how exciting it gets for me.” I said, followed with a sigh.

“Well, that will not do. Come over to mine. I will cook us dinner, and we can be boring together. And no, I do not mean as in a date before you jump down my throat.” He chuckled, “I enjoyed your company last night. Well before I got drunk anyway.” He added.

“I am in my P.J.s.” I giggled.

“I will send a driver over in twenty minutes. That gives you time to get dressed.” And with that, he hung up.

I sat there, staring at my phone. Do I not have a choice in the matter? I guess not. I sighed annoyed, hesitating to get off the sofa but eventually convinced myself. I headed through to my bedroom, pulling some clothes on and grabbing everything I needed. I don’t know how I am feeling about this going to his house again. He did have a point; last night was good. I enjoyed his company very much, even when he was a drunken mess. I made sure I switched everything off before leaving. My phone beeped, telling me I had a text. I grabbed it, seeing it was Brandon.

Brandon: I am outside x

Is he outside? Did he not say he was sending someone to pick me up? He must have decided to come to get me himself. At least I don’t need to get into a car with someone I don’t even know. I headed out, locking the door behind me before heading outside. Brandon was standing against the car, waiting for me to come out.

“Hey.” He said happily.

“Hi, hi.” I smiled back, “Thought you were sending someone?” I added.

“I decided not to be lazy and come get you myself.” He shrugged.

I nodded, heading round to the passengers—Brandon climbing into the driver’s seat. We soon got on our way, driving the short distance from my apartment to Brandon’s house or mansion, not sure what it would come under.

“I hope you like sweet chilli chicken cause that is what I am cooking, with rice and steamed veg?” He said.

“I do so sounds good. You never had to do this because you found out what a sad and pathetic life I live.” I laughed.

“I was phoning to see what you were doing anyway because I was bored and fancied some company.” He said with a smile.

I smiled back, not sure if that was the truth or he was saying it to try to make me feel better. Either way, I appreciate it anyway. I would be thankful for some company. As soon as we pulled up, Brandon stopped the car, climbing out. He ran around to my side, opening the door for me. I looked at him strangely; he does not seem like the opening car door type.

“What? I have excellent manners, Miss Nova. You don’t see them because it is impossible to have them at work with all the stress and mistakes.” He laughed.

“OK, if you insist. Thanks.” I said with a cheeky smile.

“Get inside before I change my mind.” He laughed.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, rolling my eyes, heading towards his front door, waiting for him to open it.

At least he is in a good enough state to open it himself. I let him go in first, following him inside and into the living room. I looked around, seeing the photos of him and Darcy that was around last night were now gone. I was glad he found the strength to do that. Yet at the same time, it made the place look even lonelier.

“I decided it was time to get rid of them all.” He sighed from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder, seeing the sadness back on his face that I saw last night. He caught my eye, managing to force a smile. A silence filled the room for a moment. The two us standing still, our eyes still connected. I don’t know what it was, but it was making me uneasy. I quickly pulled away, putting a space between us. He cleared his throat, straightening himself up.

“I have been looking for a new place too. A bachelor pad kind of thing. No need for another big house when I don’t have a wife or kids to share it with.” He said sadly.

“I am sure you will have it all one day Brandon,” I said, smiling.

“I hope so. See after we have eaten, can you look through my choices with me and let me know your opinions?” He asked, hopefully.

“Yeah, sure thing,” I replied.

“Thanks. Come on, and we will get a glass of wine and get started on dinner.” He smiled, motioning me to follow him.

I headed into the kitchen with him, everything already out to start making. I took a seat at the breakfast bar. Brandon pouring us both a glass of wine before getting started on dinner.

“Can I help?” I asked.

“No, it is OK. I am a bit of a control freak in the kitchen. Need to do it all myself.” He laughed, “You can relax and enjoy your glass of wine.” He added.

I did as he suggested as he got a start on dinner. I smiled at I watched him; he seemed in his element in the kitchen. He was very calm and collective; maybe he was meant to be a chef instead of what he does.

“Have you always cooked?” I asked.

“Yes. It is one of my favourite things to do. One day I will open my restaurant.” He said, looking over his shoulder at me, smiling.

“You for sure, seem comfortable doing it. I can cook, but I hate it. It stresses me out.” I giggled.

“Maybe one day we can cook together. I can help you out with why you get stressed doing it,” He said, turning back to preparing the chicken.

“That would be good because I swear I am going to be alone for the rest of my life. I need to learn how to stop being stressed when cooking.” I giggled.

Brandon stopped what he was doing, turning to face me and leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Bullshit Nova. There is no chance in hell you are going to be alone for the rest of your life.” He said.

“I would not be so sure. You see, I have this boss who is a bit of as ass and steals all my time.” I said with a smirk, messing with him.

I knew he could see I was only messing with him.

“Well, he does sound like an asshole. But trust me a woman as beautiful and sweet as you will not be alone forever. The right guy is out there for you, Nova.” He said with a smile.

I felt my cheeks heat up, turning away from him. His compliments were making me blush and go shy on him. He chuckled, making his way over to me, resting his elbow on the breakfast bar across from where I was.

“Are you blushing?” He smirked.

“No, go away.” I laughed.

“You are. I am sure you are used to compliments all the time, Nova.” He said.

“Not from my boss,” I said c*****g my brow at him, trying to stop a smirk from creeping on my lips.

“You love it, don’t lie.” He said with a wink before walking away, getting back to what he was doing.

Not another word was said. Was Brandon flirting with me again? He seems to be doing that more often with the more time we spent together. I still can’t work out what I think about it all.