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“Still working, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
“Are you still at work?” I ask.
“I’m taking a break from writing a proposal for a new takeover that I came across my desk today. I didn’t want it to linger, and figured to get ahead of the game,” he takes a deep breath. “But I don’t want to talk about work.”
“What do you want to talk about? It’s been so long since I’ve actually had conversations on the phone, that I’m a little rusty.”
“What did you do today?” he asks leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head. His suit jacket is off and his biceps are stretching the fabric of his dress shirt.
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about work?” I quirk my eyebrow.
“I don’t want to talk about my work, it’s boring. Parties are far more entertaining than company takeovers.”
I laugh. “Whatever you say, my boss asked for my opinion about the Seattle offices and that was weird…” I trail off and tell him all the boring details of my day, as if we were together in person. After an hour of back and forth, I begin getting tired and he notices.
“I wish I was sitting in bed beside you, having you fall asleep in my arms,” he says sweetly with a tilt of his head.
“Me too,” I yawn while stretching out my arms to the side of me.
“Friday night. We made it through Monday, and we’re that much closer,” he says.
“I’m counting down,” I tell him.
“Good. Me too. I’ll let you get to sleep.”
“You going to keep working?” I ask.
“I’ll probably work for a little bit longer, then crash. I have a lot to get done this week that will make me free as a jailbird this weekend, so I want to make sure I’m not working at all this weekend with you.”
“It’s okay if you have to, you know. You don’t need to go silent, it’s work, and it’s important.”
“And so are you. Get some rest, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Aye, aye Captain.” I salute him playfully.
“Oh, the ideas, night babe.” he smiles.
“Night.”
We hang up and I drift off to sleep with his face in my mind, and a smile on my face.
MAXWELL
“You won’t believe this, but this fool right here, is fucking married!” Jason hooks a thumb in my direction as he announces the news to the table.
Grayson, Jason, Marcus and I were enjoying our weekly Thursday night out for beers and burgers when Jason decided to announce the news. “We need to call Devin and clue him into this, he’d shit his pants!” Jason pulls out his phone, but I push it away.
Grayson nearly chokes on his food and Marcus began coughing after taking a sip of his beer.
“You? Mr., I have no time for anything fun Addison is married? Who did you knock up?” Marcus asks.
“No one,” I wave off. “Leave Devin alone, he hates it when we call him as a group, he doesn’t have the patience for group calls. I’ll call him on my own.”
“So, when did you get married and where were we?” Grayson asks.
“Get this, it’s the chick that we partied with at the club in Vegas!” Jason chimes in.
“You married a stripper?” Marcus asks, his eyes wide.
