Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I don't even know how the week goes by. I can't even tell what day it is. But when I get the papers from Damian, I know that I have to make the phone call. I grab my phone, and the whole time, my hands shake as I press the phone icon. I put the cell phone in the middle of my desk before I press the green button next to her name. I don't even know if she is going to answer. All I can hear right now is the beating of my own heart. And then everything stops when I hear her voice. “Hello." Fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be.
"Hey," I greet nervously, almost stuttering. “It's me."
"Hi," she says softly.
"Sorry for disturbing you on a workday." My hands rest on my desk around the phone.
"You can call me at any time," she affirms, and all I can do is hang my head.
Block it out, I tell myself. Just say what you need to say and then move on. “I was hoping that we can set up a time to talk." My finger taps on the desk at the same time that my leg starts to move up and down.
"That sounds like a good idea," she says. “Should I come by your place tonight?" No, the right side of my head yells. “Or do you want to come over to mine?" Yes, the left side of my brain says.
"I was thinking that you could come by the office," I say. “No rush, whenever you have time."
"I can be there in thirty minutes," she responds. “Is that too soon?"
"No, that sounds great," I say. “See you then." I don't wait for her to say anything before I press the red button. I lean back in my chair, and I feel like my shirt is shrinking on me. I prepare myself mentally for her arrival. However, there is nothing that will ever prepare me for Presley.
I look up when I hear a knock on the door, and there she stands. She’s wearing dark blue pants that go high on the waist with the same color belt and a white silk shirt tucked in. "Hi." She smiles as she walks in, and even though she's smiling, she looks like she is tired. Everything in me wants to ask her if she's sleeping. But I know I can't ask her that. She made her decision and I have to respect it.
"Hi." I get up from my chair and walk around my desk. “Thanks for coming so quickly." I try to remain calm, but my hands are wet with sweat.
"Of course," she says. “Should I close the door?"
I shake my head. “No." I grab the file on top. “Why don't we sit down in the conference room?" I say to her as I walk to her. “Do you want a water or something?"
"I'm fine," she says, and all I can do is nod at her, motioning with my head to follow me. We walk side by side to the conference room, neither of us saying anything. Pulling open the glass door, I wait for her to walk in.
"This is nice," she says, looking around at the big conference table that seats twenty. I walk over and hold out my hand to her to take a seat. I walk around the table and sit in front of her. “So official." She laughs. Putting the manila folder on the table and opening it, I hand her a copy across the table. “What is this?" she asks me before even reading. Her eyes go down, and then she looks up at me. “Custody agreement."
Chapter 20
Presley
"This is nice." I look around the conference room, holding my purse in front of me, feeling my whole body slowly shaking with nerves. He holds out his hand for me to take a seat, and I can't help but laugh nervously as I pull out one of the chairs. “So official." I look over at the other side of the table, watching him pull out his own chair. When I saw his name on the caller ID, I dropped the plate of fruit I was eating on my lap. It's been the longest days without him in them. Then seeing him, it just finally put me at ease with just one look at him. He opens the manila folder in front of him and hands me the white papers with black writing on it. “What is this?" I ask him, and my eyes go down to the paper in front of me. My eyes go straight to two words. "Custody agreement." My eyes fly up to his, the shock running through me right now. This was the last thing that I thought he wanted to talk to me about. I thought we would sit down and hash out what happened. I thought I would be able to apologize for not calling him. I thought he would take me in his arms and hug me, but instead, it's my worst nightmare.