“You are boring. Ask her. And for your information I also know that you didn’t have sex with her. You’re too much of a gentleman to have sex with her. And even if you did, I’m sure you wouldn’t tell me about it. So quit fooling around and…”
Harry’s brows creased with a frown, “What do you mean by I’m too much of a gentleman to have sex with her?” Harry cut in before he could finish.
“I’m not in a very good mood right now, and even if I was I would rather talk about something that doesn’t involve sex and my sister in the same sentence,” Benne said irritably.
“Why? Did something happen?” Harry asked in a serious tone as he sat up on the bed.
Benne briefly considered telling Harry about his issue with Celsie but decided to leave that for later in the day, “I’m not in the mood to talk about it right now. What’s up with you? How’s Jade?”
“I’m fine. She’s fine. We are fine. Her apartment is too tiny so we had to move to the reserved suite at the hotel. We would be staying here for the time being, at least until her case is over. Don’t worry, we won’t be sharing a bed.”
Benne rolled his eyes, “That’s fine.”
“Anyway, I called to remind you of the important meetings you have to attend today, and to also let you know that I was supposed to be at Ocean Airlines today, but since I’m not available you’d have to go there yourself,” Harry explained.
“Ocean Airlines? We were there just some days ago. What are you going there for again?” Benne complained with a scowl as he was not in the mood to run into Anita or anyone that remotely looked like her.
“Yes, we were there for the official handover the last time, but this time it is different. I already sent the details of all the meetings you’re to attend today to your email. You can check it out after the call. Enough about work, how is Celsie? I hope she is feeling better now?” Harry asked, changing the subject.
“She’s okay. That reminds me, ask the realtor to hold off the sale of the house for the meantime,” Benne pleaded.
“I told you so yesterday, yet you insisted I ask them to put it up for sale!” Harry hissed at Benne.
“Yeah. I know. I’m sorry. Something came up, so just ask them to hold on, okay? I will explain everything to you later,” Benne promised.
“That’s fine. I hope you’re getting dressed for work already? Your first meeting is by 9 AM,” Harry reminded him, making Benne turn to glance at the bedside clock.
He groaned when he saw that the time was past 7 AM already, and he needed to start preparing to leave for work if he was going to be there on time for his first meeting. Now he regretted asking Harry to leave. He could have easily slept in assuming Harry was around.
“Get your lazy bones off the bed! You’ll learn to appreciate me more after now,” Harry said with a chuckle when he heard Benne’s groan.
“Go to hell,” Benne said, not feeling the least bit enthusiastic about leaving his bed.
“You too. Have a lovely day at work, boss,” Harry added with a hint of laughter in his voice and Benne hung up in annoyance.
Once he hung up the call, Benne remained on the bed with his eyes shut as he tried to plan his movement for the day. Was Celsie going to be at work? Probably not. He knew the way ladies often reacted to stuff like this. She was likely going to want to take a couple of days off to sort out her thoughts and feelings. He hoped she wasn’t going to quit her job because of their personal relationship.
He contemplated whether or not he should call or text her, and then shook his head. Maybe it would be best if he let her be. Giving her time to come to terms with everything would probably be better for them both.
Benne groaned when his cellphone started ringing again and without checking who was calling he received the call, “Can you just leave me alone?” He asked irritably, thinking it was Harry.
“Perhaps I should,” Celsie said, and Benne sat up immediately he heard her voice.
“No, no. Not you. You shouldn’t! I wasn’t talking to you. I thought it was Harry,” Benne quickly corrected, feeling surprised and also relieved to be hearing from Celsie so soon.
“I’m running late, are you picking me up, or have you tendered your resignation letter already?” Celsie asked, ignoring his explanation.
Benne’s heart skipped a beat as he got off the bed, “What?” He asked in surprise.
“You’re still my driver, are you not?” Celsie asked, and without waiting for his response she added, “I’m waiting for you to pick me up,” having said that Celsie hung up the call, and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose.
For the first time in the twelve years since Benne started driving, he drove recklessly and managed to arrive at Celsie’s apartment exactly thirty minutes after her phone call to him. How he had managed to brush, bathe, and dress up in that short time frame, was probably going to be one of the top wonders of the world.
Not sure of what to expect, Benne took in a deep breath as he raised his hand to knock on her door, but before his knuckles could connect with the door, the doorknob turned, and then the door was pulled open from the inside. The first thing he noticed about Celsie was that she had tied her hair in a ponytail and her glasses were back on.
They both stared at each other without saying a word as they both thought about the previous evening and how they had been so happy to see each other and had even embraced in the open. Who would have thought that things would become awkward between them less than twenty-four hours later?
“Sorry I’m late,” Benne said, breaking the silence.
Without saying a word to him, Celsie stepped out of her house and locked the door before walking past him and heading for the car. Benne watched her in confusion and followed her without knowing what to do. She didn’t want to talk to him? Why then had she called him? What was her plan? He had thought that she wasn’t going to want to show her face at the office or set eyes on him, so what was she planning to do? He wondered as he followed her to the car.
Celsie ignored Benne who was directly behind her as she got into the backseat of the car. She sat down directly behind the driver’s seat and buckled her seatbelt while waiting for him to get into the car. Although she could sense his confusion, she wasn’t bothered by it. After having a restful night’s sleep, she had woken up early that morning and had spent the early hours of dawn plotting and planning his punishment. This was all she could come up with.
Benne took in a deep breath as he got into the driver’s seat, and then turned in his seat to look at her, “Celsie…”
“We are going to be late,” Celsie said, cutting off whatever he wanted to say.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.