Chapter 2 #2
The next morning, I wake nice and warm wrapped up like a human burrito in my duvet.
My alarm blares loudly and vibrates on my dash.
I reach up and switch the bloody thing off quickly before the noise gives me a raging headache.
Stretching, I groan, my body is aching from being in the same position all night.
I miss my bed; I miss stretching out and being able to roll around without worrying about getting a seat belt clicker jammed in my backside.
Opening the driver’s door, and spilling out, I stand and bend over, touching my toes before stretching my back and shoulders.
Once I finish stretching like a cat, I go to the rear passenger side and open the door.
I always have a few outfits hanging up in the back on the days I don't set them up the night before.
I snag some dressy dark blue skinny leg jeans, a black zip up blouse, and my blazer.
I pull my bra up under my shirt, pull my arms inside, and I maneuver the bra until I get it in position.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, I quickly rip off my pants and replace them with my jeans.
Once standing, I realize they are practically falling off me.
Damn, these are my favorites. Popping the trunk, I rummage around until I find a serviceable belt, but even that isn't enough.
With a sigh, I use my car keys to punch an extra hole in the belt to get it to the size I need to hold my damn pants up.
Once done, I peel my shirt off and shrug my blouse on, pulling the zipper up just in time to hear the rollup door to the parking garage open.
I check myself in the car window; I look decent enough.
This is one of my favorite tops. It was a little too small before the change in my living situation, but now it fits like a second skin, making my large bust stand out more and leaving ample cleavage.
I don’t usually like showing off my assets but in this top?
They look fucking fantastic, if I do say so myself.
Quickly grabbing my black heels, I slip them on and bend to do the straps.
Then, I saunter down the ramp to meet Tom. His face instantly lights up. “There is my girl, how was your night?”
“Good, wasn’t cold last night and was rather quiet. How’s the wife?” Tom comes up and hands me a cappuccino in a paper cup. I thank him, then warm my hands on it before taking a sip.
“She’s good. I have a surprise for you. Mary made meatballs last night and there were plenty of leftovers, so I brought them in a Chinese dish for you.” I lean into Tom and give him a side hug. He reminds me of my grandfather. Tom hugs me back, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
We quickly go back to my car. I grab my handbag and the few things I need to finish getting ready before locking my car and following him to the entrance.
Once at my desk, I flick everything on and power up my computer.
While waiting for everything to load, I finish off my cappuccino and head into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.
Just as I finish making my bosses their coffees, they step out of the elevator like clockwork.
They've never been late—always on time, down to the second.
I hear them arguing as soon as they set foot outside the elevator.
That’s unusual. I stay in the small kitchen, not wanting to be present for their heated argument, but I can't help but overhear part of their discussion. Theo is rarely angry, and I find it odd he’s raising his voice at Tobias, who I can tell from his clipped tones, is getting angrier by the second.
Their voices don't change in volume so I still imagine them in the foyer. Usually, when they have their lover quarrels, it’s in one of their offices, not where anyone can hear if they step onto this floor.
“You can’t keep ignoring the bond hiding in your office.
You will snap and that will scare her even more.
” Theo’s voice seems to be getting higher as he gets angrier.
I freeze, listening intently. Who is this mystery woman?
I try to think of anyone else who goes into Tobias's office but the pool is very small.
“Stay out of it, I have control of my urges. It is yours I’m more worried about,” spits Tobias, the words roll off his tongue, dripping with venom.
“Well, at least I am not denying them like you,” Theo retorts.
“She is human, she is weak, and she doesn't belong in our world. I’m sick of having this same argument. This isn’t just about us; this would put her in danger. Is that what you want, Theo?” Tobias' voice rises, anger coloring every word.
My mind reels. Humans? Aren't we all human? I must have heard wrong, and who is in danger? I can feel my heartrate pick up, pounding in my ears. Goosebumps spread up my arms, my hand still frozen in place clutching white knuckled onto the kettle. Why are my mind and body paralyzed with fear?
“Boo, you know what they say about eavesdropping,” Theo whispers in my ear, making me jump. He steps closer, chest pressing against my back. My hands tremble slightly as I place the jug back on the counter.
“You okay, Imogen?” He sounds concerned.
Plastering a fake smile on my face, I spin around to face him, but he is standing by the door.
Did I just imagine the entire scenario in my head?
There’s no way he could have moved that fast and not be heard.
I really am going nuts, maybe even having a mental breakdown.
Tobias steps in behind Theo, popping his head around the corner of the door staring at me, an uneasy feeling rolls over me and I can't get my thoughts straight but one. What’s going on here?