Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Anna
“Ugh!” I shouted as I stomped around the apartment.
“Calm down, Anna. Here, eat a cupcake,” Franco said as he shoved one in my face.
“Can you believe what he said to me?”
“Well, it is his company and his money. If he doesn’t want to invest in cupcakes, that’s his decision.”
“Since when do you side with him?” I shot him a look.
“I’m not siding with anyone. It’s his company.”
“Did you hear how he demeaned me? Telling me that I’m just his personal assistant.”
“Sugar cakes, you are just his personal assistant. Sure, the two of you are in a relationship, but in all honesty, that doesn’t give you the right to try and make his business decisions. You know I love you.”
“Shut up, Franco.”
I sat down on the couch and placed my face in my hands.
“Aw, come on, Anna Banana. The two of you just need a little space. You had a little spat, and you’ll make up as soon as you both cool down.”
He didn’t text me once the entire weekend, and I didn’t text him. Damn, was he stubborn. I strolled into the office with my head held high and a nervousness that settled in my belly. He wasn’t in yet, so I listened to the voicemails that were left on the phone, wrote them down, and threw them in a messy pile on his desk with a smile.
“Morning,” he mumbled as he walked into his office.
“Morning.”
“How was your weekend?” he asked.
“It was good. How was yours?”
“Great. I got shitfaced with Christopher on Saturday and pretty much slept it off all day yesterday.”
“Did you bring anyone home with you?”
He cocked his head at me and gave me a displeased look.
“Anna, I would never?—”
“I know. I shouldn’t have said that.” I put up my hand.
“Come here.” He held out his arms, and I walked right into them. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I’m sorry.”
“Me too, sweetheart.”
I broke our embrace and looked at him with a smile.
“What?” He smiled back.
“You called me ‘sweetheart.’”
“I did. Because you are my sweetheart, and I love you, and I don’t want to fight anymore.”
“I love you too, Wes. I don’t want to fight either.”
His lips met mine for a brief moment, and then he broke our kiss and locked his office door.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We need to make up properly.” He smirked as he picked me up and carried me over to the couch.
“I think we need to fight a little more.” I smiled as I slipped my shirt back on.
“I agree. Maybe we could fight some more tonight for a while and then make up again.”
“Sounds good to me.” I kissed his lips. “By the way, I left something on your desk.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see when you open it. I better get back out there. I heard the phones ringing.”
“Okay.” He kissed me.
I inhaled a deep breath as I walked out of his office and braced myself. Within seconds, his door flew open.
“Get in here!” he spoke in anger.
I looked over at Tori, who was staring at me with a smile on her face. I walked back into his office as he shut the door.
“What the hell, Anna? You’re quitting? You didn’t even discuss it with me first!” he shouted.
“Okay. Calm down and stop yelling.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down! This is bullshit!” He threw the letter across his desk and rubbed his forehead. “Is this because of our fight?”
“It has something to do with it. But not because I don’t like working for you. I do. Wes, this isn’t for me, and you know it. I’m not a personal assistant. I have personal assistants. I’m used to being a boss. I’m used to being in charge of things, not being in charge of other people’s things.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just I like having you here in the office with me every day.”
“And I like being here with you every day, but I can’t spend the rest of my life being your personal assistant. I hope you can understand that.”
“I do.” He sighed. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I laid my head on his shoulder. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to run a cupcake business.”
“What?!” He broke our embrace.
“I know you’re in shock, but you shouldn’t be. I gave it a lot of thought over the weekend, and I met with Francine. I ran the numbers, and it’s going to work. I’m going to make it work.”
“And where are you getting the money to invest in this cupcake shop?”
“Have you forgotten who I am?” I arched my brow. “I have the money.”
“You’re serious about this?”
“Dead serious. We’re calling it the Cupcake Nook.”
“Cute name.”
“It’s going to be more than just a cupcake shop. We’re going to have a coffee and tea station and cute little tables and chairs set up for people to come in and enjoy some coffee or tea with their cupcakes. We’ll have Wi-Fi and a small room off to the side where people can book tea parties, and parents can hold birthday parties for their children. We’re going to make it a big event.”
He stood there with a smile on his face.
“You’re really excited about this.”
“I am. You wait and see, Mr. Carter, this is going to be a huge success.”
“If you’re running it, I have no doubt. Congratulations, Miss Young.”
“Thank you.” I kissed his lips.