Novel Palace
Chapter 48
Chapter 48
I spend the meeting the next day wearing Jake’s sunglasses and nursing a hangover. My eyes are puffy and sore and my head’s banging.
He put me to bed last night and left me alone until our first meeting this morning; he didn’t even push at me to eat breakfast or jog with him for a change. I know he’s walking on eggshells waiting to see how I am. He’s giving me distance, or maybe he’s just looking at me and thinking I’m probably mentally broken and could fall apart any day now so he should handle with care.
I’m in cool and grumpy mode and I’m really excelling at it. Covering my inner turmoil and regrets; so far, I think I’ve snapped at every person I’ve met in triplicate and Jake’s met my PMS face with a vengeance. He’s said nothing about it, no funny comments or sarcastic telling off’s, just frowned at me. He’s tugged my hand out of my hair repeatedly, which is down because I couldn’t bear to stand doing it this morning and I’ve finally decided it’s going to get cut short. So, done with all the fussing and styling it.
He’s being unusually patient and steady, despite the endless raised eyebrows and cool glares. I think he’s allowing me to behave badly because he feels responsible for getting me drunk and urging some shocking truths from me. Guilty that I’m suffering a headache at his request and alcohol fueling.
I’m angry at him today, angry at everyone. I’m not sure if it’s because I feel rough or that I had some sort of emotional breakdown which dredged it all up to the surface for me. Either way, a bear with a sore head hasn’t anything on my mood and the day is dragging endlessly.
The flight back to New York isn’t as bad, I sleep a lot and feel better for it. I sit in one of the rear seats, away from Jake, amazed that for the first time in my life I manage to pass out on a flight. I guess a hangover really is a cure for fear of flying.
Maybe, I’m finally learning to trust his pilot. I have my own space to just get a grip on myself. I thought things would be awkward with him after I let all that horrendous crap slip out in the car, but he seems
the same; if anything, he seems more normal than normal. Effortlessly Jake.
Finally, I wake and move to a seat beside him. Sliding in easily and meeting his charming smile with my own. Within moments I’m staring out onto the clouds in the beautiful blue sky while Jake has papers in front of him with his cell on top.
“Emma, for the love of god.” I flit back up confused and frown as he tugs my fingers out of my hair. I roll my eyes, both at him and myself. I’ve literally given up trying to counteract this annoying habit when it surfaces, half the time I am oblivious to it.
“I swear, I’m going to insist on tying that back up.” He seems narky now. Whatever has transpired while I slept has him in a grumpy mood.
“So, first you get on at me to wear it down all the time, and now you want it tied back up?” I pout, a little annoyed at his new mood.
“I didn’t think you would pull and twirl your hair like a child every time you got stressed.” He tenses his shoulder and moves in his seat a little. He looks agitated, hands raking over the paper he’s dropped in his lap. A quick glance shows it’s a contract that has been causing problems lately.
“Maybe it’s endearing to your clients … I’m not stressed.” I lie. Lately my head never stops obsessing over how Sophie is getting on. Whether my mother is home yet, and whether Ray has crawled back into a dark hole after Jake’s beating. Stressed would be an understatement and probably the cause of the hair twirling. He gives me a strange look and frowns.
“I don’t care if my PA is endearing to my clients, I just want her to do the job I ask of her,” he sighs; he’s on edge too, he seems distracted. Moody Carrero on full show.
“Which I do … Hair twisting and all. Grumpy!” I huff too and he looks at me for a moment, a brief flicker across his face as he gives up this pointless bickering. We’re both so touchy today it seems. No idea
where all this came from. Possibly his delayed hangover if he even got one.
“Have you got any info on this dance my father has conned us into? Eternally pimping me out to yet another glitzy affair,” he says instead, softening his frown. I slide the file out of my bag glad of the change of direction and give it to him. It’s for a dance and auction for some charity. We received his father’s request that we should make an appearance at this event and luckily, I managed to print off the details before getting on the plane. It’s not unlike Senior to make such requests.
He flips through the file and I go back to gazing out at the clouds floating by. His eyes are on me and I realize I’m doing it again; I release my hair and tuck my hand under the side of my leg. I can’t help it. Everything that’s happened in under a week has me on edge, even when I’m not thinking of anything. I’ve been uptight constantly. I seem to be unable to stop fidgeting lately. I can’t even begin to trace back when it started again, subtle and mild fidgeting. I’m sure he started chastising me after …
The kiss—in the kitchen. I gulp.
“We may have to get really drunk to get through this one,” he sighs dramatically and slaps the papers down on the table.
“I think we should give the booze a rest for tonight. I don’t think my poor body can handle a new hangover when it’s still suffering with one.” I grimace.
“Never heard of ‘hair of the dog’, tiny?” Jake smiles at me. “Drink to kill a hangover and worry about it later.”
“Is that a Jake Carrero hangover cure?” I roll my eyes. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
“Tried and tested. I’ll happily let you try it.”
“I’ll pass. I don’t want to spend my first weekend off dying in bed, thank you very much.”
“You can stay in my bed, and I promise I’ll distract you from any nasty hangovers. Second tried and tested method, is to sweat it out of you, with some vigorous acrobatics.” He winks at me with a cheeky grin and gets another heavy sigh in response as I battle the urge to laugh. Jake never tires of the sexual references. I wonder if I’ll ever tire of laughing at them. If it was anyone else, I don’t think I would find them funny at all or harmless, but with him. They don’t mean anything.
* * *
The dance is nice, very grand with an awesome Asian feel. There are lots of authentic looking costumes, drinks, and lots of sparkly things to eye up. There’s a whole host of speeches and droning speeches before the dance gets underway, and as usual, the flashing of a million cameras. I’m so used to them nowadays I never really notice anymore.
“Dance, Miss. Anderson?” Jake’s back in charming and happy mode and dazzles me with a gorgeous relaxed smile.
“Certainly, Mr. Carrero.” I take his hand and follow him through the crowd to join other guests; it’s a slow song and he moves me expertly. Dancing with Jake is fast becoming one of my favorite past times. Like everything he does, it’s with a smooth, confident capability that seems annoyingly easy for him.
“It’s a good thing you have a young female PA.” I smile up at him, feeling relaxed in his embrace, letting myself ooze into him.