Chapter 20

AMARA'S POV***

I didn't get it. Who would want to fire me? As as I remembered I didn't offend anybody. Who could the owner be? I got frustrated. I didn't have the answer to any of the questions. I felt the tears threatening to wet my cheeks. I looked at the ceiling, willing the tears to go back. But it's didn't.

I ran to the bathroom to cry. My rent, the hospital. How do I handle all that without a job. The café pay is barely enough to get anything done. I didn't have enough savings to live for a month. I wasn't even sure I had any savings at all. I cried out loud, hugging myself tightly, refusing to be strong this time. 

“Bang! Bang!”

Someone was knocking on the door. I grabbed a tissue to wipe off my tears. I fixed my hair and opened up the door only to find Davina staring at me with tears in her eyes. Before I could speak, she wrapped me in her eyes. That undid me. I broke down. We bought sat on the bathroom floor crying.

“So, what's next?” She asked, wiping her eyes.

“I have no idea,” I looked at her. A tear escaped my eyes. I quickly wiped it off my cheek. Crying wouldn't solve the problem. I need a real solution. 

“We'll figure something out,” Davina said, forcing a smile. “ I mean there's a perk to it, you get to rest. Physically and most of all mentally.”

I only nodded. I didn't have the time to rest. 

“You should go to work,” I looked up at her. 

“No, it's fine. Work can wait.”

“Davina, I'll be fine. I'll be out soon. I just need sometime alone.”

She understood. “Love you. I'll always be here for you. Don't ever forget that.”

She kissed my cheek. “Love you too,” I whispered.

I closed the door and sobbed to my heart content.

I had the worst day which transitioned into the worst night.

I finally got home and went straight to bed. I kicked off my shoes and went under the duvet willing sleep to come. To get over this day and hope tomorrow treats me well.

I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing over and over.  my phone buzzed. I hesitated, I didn't want to speak to anyone. Davina already called me earlier to check on me. 

My phone kept buzzing but I gnored it. And then it rang. I ignored it. But it kept ringing.

“Hello, can you not call me? I don't want to speak to anyone.” I almost yelled. I was about to hang up when he spoke. “Amara,” 

Not now. Not the man who started my bad day. I wanted to hang up so bad. I should be angry. I was angry but I just couldn't. 

“Dorian,” I could hear the sob coming back again. And I let it out. He didn't say a word. I cried my heart out.  

“I'm on my way,” he said.

“Don't hang up. Please?”

“I'm here.” 

We stayed that way. I can't remember how long we stayed there until I heard a knock on my door. I wondered who that may be. I didn't answer the door.

“Open up, I'm outside,” 

That brought me back to reality.

“You're…. Here?” I said between sobs. “You didn't have to. I'm fine now.”

“I'll break down the door if you don't open up,” he stated. I knew he'd do it. 

I stood behind the door, smoothing my hair, breathing in and out. I didn't want to cry again. I finally opened up the door.

“Hey,” I said.

He didn't answer me. He kept staring at me like he could see my soul. Like he understood me. We kept staring at each other until I looked down. 

He came in, lifted my jaw with his fingers.

“Come here,” he whispered.

And he enveloped me in hug. I got lost in his body, I didn't realize he was this big and tall. I stiffened but slowly relaxed and wrapped my arms around his back. 

“Want to talk about it?” He asked. I sat on the couch hugging my legs. 

“I was fired.”

He was quiet. We were quiet. Just silence.

“I have a job offer,” he continued. “It's been vacant for a while.”

I stared at him.

“I'm not into the kind of business you do, I'm not versed in it. I didn't go to college.”

I stared down. “Thanks for the offer.”

“The job is to be my personal assistant. Just arrange my schedule, travel around with me if need be.”

“Your personal assistant?” I asked, shocked.

“If you want it. They've been pestering me for a while to get one. So I thought to offer it to you.”

“But… why… why me?” I asked.

“I can't bear to see you cry,” he caressed my face. And I leaned into his touch. Staring at him. The air between us suddenly became tight.

I immediately shifted away from him by an inch. I cleared my throat.

“I'll think about it.”

I looked around and was startled. I didn't realize my house was a mess. “My bra, no.” I screamed in my head. It was on the hand of the couch. 

I got up. “Umm…” I pretended to cough. 

“What should I get you? I didn't offer you anything,” I rambled. “I'm sorry, my house is not looking its best. It's not usually like this. What would you like?... Juice, coffee–

“I should go,” he said. He smiled. That was the first time I saw him actually smile. I was embarrassed.

“Why, you can stay a while,” I offered even though I felt otherwise.

“I have things to take care of,” he went to the door. 

He turned. “Give me a call or text, when you decide.” 

He turned the door knob to leave. “Wait,” I shouted.

He turned again looking worried.

“Thank you,” I said. 

“I'll always be here.”

And he left. I was happy.