Chapter 21: The queen of procrastination

Natalie’ POV

-later that evening-

“Wait are you serious?” Jessie asked me flabbergasted.

“As serious as I can be.” I say as I throw the shot in my mouth and quickly reach for the lemon.

“He literally said he needed to MARRY me. Emphasise on the MARRY. The board members in his company are diabolical”

She laughed so loud she snorted in between.

“Girl it is not funny” I said to her.

“I know I’m sorry. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to say that to me.”

I relayed pretty much everything Luciano told me to Jessica.

He never said not to tell anyone. Plus I trusted her with my life. She would never sell me out like that.

And God forbid a girl needs some advice from her best friend before making a life altering decision.

“Look I say go for it. It won’t cause any harm for you to. You’ll be helping out a friend- a vey hot friend- in need. This is my fangirl talking by the way BUT as your friend I say think about it. Think about how it would benefit you and what are the disadvantages of this deal. Don’t just do it because he needs help. He’s a grown man he can figure it out himself if you’re not willing and plus he’s great CEO they’ll probably give him a hard time and put intense pressure on him but I don’t think they’ll remove him from his position- I think”

Everything she said made sense to me. But then again it could be the alcohol.

So I just decided that I would make the decision when I’m sober and free of emotional distress.

So I left my car at Jessie’s house and took an uber home.

Instead of going to sleep like I had planned i go to the cellar and get some wine.

I needed to nurse myself to sleep because no matter how much I lied to myself that I would sleep tonight I really wouldn’t.

I drank until I really couldn’t anymore and I dragged myself to bed.

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- the next morning-

I woke up in tangled sheets and a raging headache. It felt like someone was hitting me with a hammer repeatedly.

I decided that I was going to work regardless because for one there was a lot of work I needed to catch up on from yesterday and I was also running away from the impending decision that I needed to make. If I was busy I couldn’t think about it.

And so with that thought in mind I went to go take a shower.

I layer all the clothes I wanted to wear and I couldn’t even pick. It’s not that I couldn’t decide what to wear. My mind was clouded with Luciano and his proposal from last night. So much so that I couldn’t even enjoy the process of getting dressed.

Because I wasn’t feeling it I decided to go with some skinny jeans, black doc Martin a white fitted tank top and a grey blazer. I grabbed my sunglasses.

Remembering that I left my favourite car over at Jessie’s house i grab my other car keys and make my way to the garage.

I drive to a coffee shop close to work to grab some coffee and then I go to the pharmacy to buy some ibuprofen to help with the headache.

As I’m making my way to the office I pass by my assistant’s office.” Wow you look like you got dragged from hell. Rough day yesterday?” She asks.

“Do I look that bad?” I ask her suddenly feeling insecure about my appearance.

“Not to a person who’s not used to you. They would think you look like this everyday and I don’t mean that as an insult. You still look good but not the good you I’m used too. I don’t know if that sound offensive or not.” She rambled on.

“I know what you mean. And to answer your question you could say I had a rough night.”

“Do you want me to reschedule all you early appointments to later today or tomorrow.” She asks me empathetically.

“Yes please that would be lovely.”

I made my way to my office.

For a while I stayed there trying to collect my thought.

By mid afternoon I was feeling better so I threw myself with work.

By the time I decided to call it a day it was around 6pm.

I came to a decision that by tomorrow afternoon I will have made a decision.

I needed to weigh the pros and cons of Luke’s proposal.

And so when I got home I compiled a list of pro and cons. By the time I went to better I had a clearer picture of what I wanted to do.