Uncontrollable Tempration

“Thanks, but this cocktail is okay for me.”

He ordered one more drink for himself. I’m not particularly a fan of alcohol but when your eating with Mr Wilson, you can’t avoid it. He’s always ordering wine, cocktails, champagne… Never a non-alcoholic drink. The first time I drank alcohol was the first time I ate with him. It was probably my second month of working with him and we were in Japan having dinner. I used to feel very awkward eating with him back then but I’ve done it multiple times so I’m used to it now.

“The food was so good, I have to forgive you.” I said to him and he laughed. I was also trying to amend my mistakes, I was ready to talk to him.

“That’s nice to hear. I was honestly getting irritated with what you were doing.”

He finished the nightcap and paid the bills with a generous tip. By then it was a9:30pm.

“Come, let me take you home.” He said holding my hand and leading me out of the restaurant.

“Do you remember my place?”

“Of course.” It had been a really long time since Mr Wilson visited my apartment and it was only to drop me off after one of our many business trips, he had given me a day off unlike today. I doubt if he would remember because it was his driver who drove the car so he may not remember the route.

“How do you remember?” I asked when we got into his car.

“You live in Murray Hill, that’s easy to remember.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing.

He knew my house indeed because he drove me there. Luckily, I live on the ground floor of my apartment so I didn’t need to climb any stairs to get to my place. He got out my bags from the car and I helped him carry the smaller one while he took the heavy one.

I went to London with a very light bag, now it was fair full, I even needed a smaller one to put more stuff. All because of the shopping we did on Oxford Street.

Mr Wilson helped carry my bags inside the building and when he got to my door I expected him to say goodbye and leave but he stood there, expecting me to open the door.

He had never been inside my house and I was extremely nervous. My house was not bad but obviously not as nice as his. It admit it was very girl with pink curtains, plants and floral wallpapers. Mr Wilson’s houses were very luxurious. They had dark interior while mine was light and radiant.

“You don’t want me to come in do you?”

He could tell that I didn’t because I was just standing there looking at him, not making any effort to open the door.

I didn’t say anything which only confirmed an answer.

“It’s fine,” he heaved. “I hope you’ll be okay taking these in. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He turned and left.

I instantly felt stupid for not letting him in. It’s just a house! Why didn’t I just let him in?

I think I am loosing my mind.

I open my door and discovered that my bag was really heavy. I couldn’t carry it so I dragged it in. When I was done, my back hurt so bad. How was he able to carry this?

I took a shower and unloaded my bags. I couldn’t help but smile at all the beautiful things that Mr Wilson got for me. He has done a lot for me and all I have done for him in return was reject him from simply entering my house.

I felt terrible and I wanted to apologize to him. I picked up my phone but I couldn’t call him. Hearing his voice does things to me so I decide to text him instead.

Sorry

I sent the message to him. I immediately regretted it but I couldn’t reverse what I had done. I locked my phone and went to bed expecting no reply. Mr Wilson hardly reads his text messages anyway.

I turned off my lamp but I was surprised when my phone lit up. I checked to see a text message from him!

He replied?

I opened the message.

What for?

He doesn’t know why I’m apologizing, meaning he doesn’t mind what I did.

Phew!

Nothing, goodnight.

Goodnight Sophia.

I smiled so hard at the last message that my cheeks hurt. I don’t even know why I am smiling over a goodnight text, I’m so retarded.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I locked my phone once again and slept for real.

——–

Sophia Parker

I barely saw Mr Wilson today. He was in a meeting with the solar panel guy since 10:00am till 2:00pm and eventually left the office with him. He is really taking this solar energy thing seriously and I’m afraid he works too hard these days, considering he just came back from a tedious business trip.

He told me that he did not need my assistance during the meeting which was very unusual. He always requires my help when handling projects and these sort of things. I was bored and idle today and I couldn’t wait for 5:00pm

Once it was 5pm, I packed my things quickly. I was tired of staying in my office.

I took the elevator down to Sean’s office which was on the 4th floor. The building has 10 floors, me and Mr Wilson had our offices on the 9th floor. The 10th floor was a pent house which he never used anyway.

I knocked on Sean’s door and he called out for me to come in.

“Sophia, you’re on time.” He smiled at me.

“Hey, I couldn’t wait.” I smiled back while looking around. “You have a nice office.”

“Have you never been here before?” He asked.

“No, I hardly come over to the accounting department.”

“Oh okay, give me a moment. I’m just gathering my things.”

After he packed up his things we went towards the elevator.

“Adam left the office very early today, which is unusual.” Sean said.

“I know, he went to do some work.”

“What’s he working on?” He asked.

“Solar Panels in the office.”

“Oh really, that’s a brilliant idea because it will reduce the offices energy cost. Then we don’t need to pay so much bills for electricity.”

“You’re right, I actually didn’t think of it that way. No wonder he’s working so hard on this.”

He laughed a bit. “Sophia, you should know that. Aren’t you involved in this project?”

“Actually I’m not. Mr Wilson isn’t involving me in on this one. He only asked for my opinion once but he said he doesn’t need my assistance.”

“Well, maybe he just needs to concentrate fully on this project. It seems important to him.”

“Are you saying I’m a distraction?” I said in a fake pissed-off tone.

“No, no… well, sort of. You could be a distraction… but not in a bad way!” He was scratching the back of his head.

“In what way could I possibly be a distraction when I’m there to help him?!”

“Honestly Sophia, working with a beautiful woman like you is not that easy. If I were him I would be having trouble concentrating at work sometimes.” He winked at me.

“You men are ridiculous!” I rolled my eyes at him.

The elevator doors finally opened and standing in front of it was Mr Wilson.

What was he doing here? I thought he had left the office, why did he come back?

“Adam.”

“Sean.”

What a weird way to greet each other. Like I said earlier, men are ridiculous.

Mr Wilson turned to me and I suddenly felt nervous.

“Sophia, I’m glad you’re here. I was hoping I would meet up with you before you leave. I am going to the bank now and I need you to come with me.”

“But the bank closes by 4 and it’s already past 5!” I exclaimed.

“I have an appointment with a merchant bank not a commercial bank now stop whining and let’s go! They close in 30 minutes!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t come.” I said.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m heading somewhere with Mr Edmund.” I held on to Sean’s arm, who stared at me looking confused.

“Where are you guys heading to?” He asked impatiently.

I knew he might freak out if he finds out I am going on a date with Sean but I don’t care. I’m not into him anymore.

“Sean’s taking me out.” I said confidently.