Arabel's POV
My eyes drift open at the sound of Richard's voice. When I can't see him anywhere around, I lift myself up from the bed, wincing a little, and rest my back on the headboard.
He arrives with a phone glued to his right ear.
Our eyes lock.
“I will have Scott come to you in a couple of hours,” he mutters, his gaze not leaving mine. “Good. Thank you.”
He drops the call, and a smile creeps to his face.
A frown is etched on my face as I begin to wonder how I got into bed.
“Hey,” Richard says, closing the distance between us, his gaze not wavering. “Are you okay?”
When I don't answer, he presses his lips on mine briefly before pulling away while I sit still, just in time for his phone to start ringing again.
“Work?” I watch him bounce his gaze from me to his phone. He is indecisive on whether to pick up the call or not, probably because he thinks I will convince him to go back home again.
“I will call her later, are you okay?” He presses the reject button, then digs it back into
