Never On The Sunday Novels & Stories

I hope you all have fun with this and Happy Sunday. Best Regards, The Queen

Someone is incessantly knocking on my door in the middle of the night and it’s pissing me off. Why doesn’t anyone let me have some peace in this pack? I have to attend necessary pack training every day which I absolutely hate and I don’t even get to sleep comfortably at night when I’m this tired after breaking my back all day. I have to have a serious talk with Samuel about this. I need some peace here. I groan out loud and swing open the door to my room to find Aaron standing in front of me.

I asked Gertrude. He gently opened his eyes. “You also take naps on this day and I’m usually the one that irritates you. Is today Opposite Day?” He asked while squinting his eyes. “I know I usually take naps today but I want to do something different. Isn’t there something I can do today?” “There Are different types of people that do different type of things today. Sunday’s are usually sunny days, so some people like to take cold beverages. Some like to just do things they love doing, like a hobby,” Gertrude concluded.

The remaining days of the week passed away with me sleeping, going through my credentials, and taking advantage of the opportunity to tour the mansion. It was so bland. Mum gave me a buzz once and our conversation ended just as it started. Today is Sunday, a day that is supposed to be a relaxing day for workers but Aaron is nowhere to be found. Even the day before, I retained going out to peep if I would get a glimpse of him but neither did he show up nor call me.

"I know it is." December. The holiday arrives and with it the question of what the holidays look like now that there is a now-that. It gets resolved in the farmhouse kitchen on a Sunday over Catherine's pancakes and the full complement of Sterling Cross family plus Maya who is always present on Sundays plus Daniel who has started being present on Sundays because Sundays are when the people who matter are together and he has become one of the people who matters.

I bid her goodbye as I stand, ready to take my own leave as well. I lock the office, checking and making sure nobody else is staying in tonight and when I'm satisfied, I nod to myself and lock the main doors for the night and next day, Sundays are off days for us all because we truly and deeply need it after our heated week of working around the clock, nonstop. “Emily, wait-” I freeze in my steps, mentally cursing myself for not checking my surrounds but also because somewhere deep within, I knew this would happen. I knew he would wait around for me.

It won’t happen again. Elizabeth’s bedroom door is closed when I get up Sunday morning. Technically, Sundays are to be her day off. Unless some big crime happens in Eastwood and I have to go in, I’m always off on Sundays. It was discussed with her before she even started, but seeing her door shut like that makes a bad feeling form in the pit of my stomach.

I questioned curious putting my jersey back on when I saw her writing something on a piece of paper. "My personal number,” she answered approaching me again with a paper towel in one of her hands. “I don't work on Sundays or Mondays and we'll only see each other here when I can, do you understand? I don’t like intense men, I’m not interested in knowing about your day to day, I don’t want you to send me good morning texts or emoticons and or to try to establish dumb conversations with me, otherwise this won’t happen again.” “What?” I stammered perplexed.

“How about we make it Tuesdays and Sundays? Sundays can be cool. We can relax.” I nodded slowly, realizing that Sundays were just right and perfect. I’d blurted out Mondays and Fridays because I was too nervous earlier. But on second thought, Sundays were usually very quiet in the estate. Hopefully, no one would hear me scream. Get a grip, Clara. “Good,” he said, rising to his feet, bringing my attention back. “Tuesdays and Sundays it is, then.” He started to walk away but paused and turned to me. “I’ll see you later, alright? I have to drop by at the office.”

Oh my, this man is so used to living with abundant wealth that he doesn't know the lifestyle of ordinary people. "If I never go anywhere on Sundays. I used to spend my Sundays cooking at home." Athena smiled and remembered. "But what you call ordinary people, they mostly have fun at the amusement park or playground on Sundays." "Playground?" Alex frowned. "A place with a windmill and roller coaster?"