We should talk about this?
Before I can ask him just that, he points at the bathroom. “Take a bath, then eat. You have to begin preparing for your trial with Alan starting tomorrow.”
Then he turns around and strides to the exit with his usual confident steps. The door closes behind him with painful finality.
My heart falls to my feet as I watch where he stood only seconds ago. He’ll return, right? He’ll just make calls, as usual, listen to Harris’s snobbish voice, and come back.
Right?
Refusing to think of the alternative, I drag my heavy feet to the bathroom and take a shower instead of a bath. It feels wrong to take a bath without him doing it for me.
Margot brings me supper and I barely manage to take a few spoonfuls of soup. Again, it’s weird to eat without Jonathan either sitting me on his lap or staring at me across the table with that raised brow so I’ll eat.
When I’m finished, I lie in bed and read Layla’s texts to distract myself from Jonathan’s scent that’s surrounding me like a vice.
The fact that he’s not here yet causes my stomach to dip.
Layla: Mate! Guess what? Jake the piece of S turned himself in.
My eyes widen.
Aurora: Jake, as in the accountant Jake, who stole our funds and ran off to Australia?
Layla: Uh-huh. That Jake. Jessica was notified a few hours ago about how he turned himself in. He spent the funds, but at least we’ll have our justice.
Aurora: But…how?
Layla: No clue, but I heard he was coerced into it. Whoever did it, I love him.
Jonathan.
This has his fingerprints all over it. This must be what he talks about with Harris in private, not wanting me to hear.
My heart aches at that realisation. He’s been searching for Jake all this time and finally made him pay.
The need to go to him and thank him, kiss him, hug him, hits me like a ton of bricks.
Layla: Anyway, enough about that sucker. Don’t think I didn’t see the news. Since when are you engaged to Johnny?
Layla: I need details, mate. And I’m totes not jealous that you have a Daddy and I don’t. *crying emoji*
I smile, but it’s sad at best. Layla doesn’t know that I might’ve ruined this entire thing with him altogether.
After we’re done texting, I toss and turn all night in bed.
Jonathan doesn’t return.
25
Jonathan
A deal.
She said we had a deal.
A fucking deal.
I grip my phone so tightly, I’m surprised it doesn’t crack into pieces. I’m even more surprised that I’m able to function after the whole fucking show that happened today.