I have waited for you

_Neon The clock struck nine fifteen pm. The office was dead quiet at this hour and it was my favorite time to finish up some work. The only sound was the ticking of the clock and Sylvia's shuffling movements from her small office next to mine. I went through the final page of last quarter's financial report with a fine comb. I had at least gone through them five times already. Embedding them into my mind and memory. The company had an accountant for these matters but I always wanted to know what was going on within the company.When I was younger, I struggled at school, and after an assessment, I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I couldn't read or write. In class, I had to work ten times harder than the average kid. Even now I still read and write slower than the average man. My condition of not being able to perform certain tasks only meant that I perfected other skills, like people skills. I manage people very well and I can think outside the box, often coming up with ideas that have

_Meghan"Where's my money?" I demanded. Before we went any further off the rails, I needed that cheque in my hands. Neon looked at me and shrugged. "About that. Now that your outfits are sorted. I will write out a cheque for tonight and an advance for two weeks. Thereafter you will be paid every fortnightly.""Why am I getting an advance, are you afraid I won't show?""I thought you might want to sort out your living arrangements.""Yes. I do." Me and my big mouth again.He took out his checkbook and started writing. "Who should I write out the cheque to?" He asked while paging through his checkbook. Giving me enough time to notice his long slim hands. "Meghan, Meghan Adams."He started writing and my suspicions about him dwindled a bit. Until I realized this man was messing with me. How hard could it be to write one cheque? He took his sweet time. Going over each letter like he was drawing them. He was messing with me, and he knew it. After what felt like an eternity, he tore t

_Meghan He came closer and scooped me out of the water. "Let go of me, what are you doing with me?" Neon looked down at me in his arms in all my naked glory. He took me to the bedroom and put me down on the bed. The minute he let go of me I grabbed the covers and hid myself behind them. He had a wild look to him. "I've been calling you, you didn't answer.""What are you doing here, aren't you suppose to be at your penthouse?" I was more embarrassed than mad. He just saw me naked without my permission."I'm sorry if I terrified you. Simon told me you were spending the night, I thought I should come over because at night, the servants don't sleep in the main house. I didn't want you to waking up in a strange house in the middle of the night. It can be scary." He was being thoughtful."That still doesn't explain why you took me out of the bath.""I called you a couple of times and you didn't answer, when I knocked, you didn't open so I panicked and let myself in. When I saw you lying

Meghan The following morning I woke up to a colorful breakfast next to my bed complete with a rose. Not bad for someone who has just been fired. "Slept well?" his deep voice alerted me of his presence in the room."Barely slept a wink last night." it had been the best night of my life. "I can't say I know why.""I have a very demanding boss.""Ex-boss. Good thing you don't have a job anymore. Come on, eat your breakfast, you never know what your ex-boss might demand from you.""Where are you going so early?""I have a meeting with my lawyer, I need to tie up a few loose ends." I pouted, I could look at him all day, every day."But before I go, can you help me choose a gift." He handed me his tablet, on it was a picture of two almost identical bracelets. The only difference being one was silver and the other one was gold. I picked the silver. I loved silver. "Who are you buying the bracelet for, barely able to hide my excitement." people said you will know it when you are in love, a

_Neon Meghan walked back inside the house with a brave face on, but there was a look of pure terror behind her eyes when I told her to terminate the pregnancy. It was full of misery. She was trying so hard to appear unfazed but even the way her shoulders sagged sold her out. I wondered for a second if that meant she was sure that I was the father. In that case, I would rather there was no baby than have a baby get lost in the system once realization sank in. "Oh." she looked shell-shocked and her voice sounded like it was coming from anywhere but her. I must have looked like that the day the doctor told me about her pregnancy. "How far along was she?" I had asked the aging doctor."Eight weeks, if she makes a full recovery, she should be able to carry to term." eight weeks didn't help with anything because that was when we had been intimate and the time the attack had taken place."Are you saying she might not make it?" "She will. But I'm not so sure about the baby. It's too early