That's Okay Take Your Time Patrick Novels & Stories

“I wish I cooked for you. I never make you anything.” Patrick turned his head to give me a bemused smile. “Thank God. I’ve tasted your cooking. I don’t want to be poisoned any time soon, thank you.” I didn’t really want to cook, either. I just didn’t know what else to say, and I hated the silence. Patrick sensed this and put his hand on the back of my neck, massaging me with his fingers. “I prefer take-out.” “It’s expensive.” “I don’t mind.” His eyes studied me. “What’s really bothering you?”

he said gently. “Oh, okay.” I replied. I opened the door slowly and hopped in. I heaved out a sigh of relief, glad that I was out of Liam's reach. At least for now. “I'm so sorry Mr Patrick, I know you must be upset with me. I was just going with the flow.” I said. He smiled and looked out the window. “Hey, it was just a kiss okay? No big deal,” he answered calmly, finally looking at me again.

Mr Derek asked, "she's new and I don't know her too well " sooo you decided not to believe her right? Mr Derek asked again,since you don't believe her "How about give her sometime to prove herself,what do you think?" Mr Patrick looked at the both of us and nod,"just two days" he said. "Mr Derek,thank you,thank you soooo much," "don't thank me am just doing what's right,I would have done so even if it some one else" he replied I smiled "he's not that bad" i thought

Patrick says. "About what? There's nothing for us to talk about." "So my attempt at being nice is denied, but yet you complain about me not being nice to you when you think I'm not. You're so easy to read, like a second grader's picture book," Patrick says sarcastically. "What do you want?" Sebastian cuts him off rudely. Patrick then says something so low I can't pull apart the words. It's quiet for an extended time, making me nervous. "Why is that relevant?" Sebastian responds, his voice not as assertive. "That happened what, eleven, twelve years ago?"

I said stretching my hands to hold hers. I couldn't control tears flowing down my cheeks. I really meant every single word I uttered since I knew the density of the pain I caused her. " And to you Mr.Duke Patrick I am sorry for denying you a chance to be in your son's life. I Know I am the cause of all this shit that is happening but please I want you to meet your son Michael. Michael, this is your real dad, Duke Patrick." I ended my statement wiping my tears off. I was filled with shame, I thought of pretending to faint but I remembered I was not good at acting.

A neat town coach was drawn up outside the house, and Mr Fritzwa was standing on the pavement, muffled in a great coat and consulting his watch. "Good bye, James", said Patrick. "And if I don't see you again - well, good bye, and don't forget the letters. I'm not late, Fritz, am I?" "Bang up to the mark", Mr Fritzwa assured him. He ran an eye over Patrick's person, and seemed satisfied. "Get in, Parte. Did you sleep well?" "Sleep, Lord, yes! Never stirred till my man roused me this morning!" replied Patrick, taking his place in the coach.

Instead, he plopped down on the sand beside me, still offering me the soda can. "No you don't. But I think we are going to be good friends, so I came here to take the first step. I'm Patrick. You look like Daisy. Or a Poppy," he rambled, his gaze intensely trained on me. Patrick had a...weird energy. He spoke as if he couldn't wait to get all the words out of his mouth, and there was a hungry, curious gleam in his eyes. "If you don't want the soda you can just tell me. My arm is starting to hurt."

'' Aliyah laughed. ''No ma cherie, it is not a gang up. Let's call it a way to make you happy because right now, you look like shit.'' Patrick said. ''I feel like one too.'' she murmured. ''Anyway, i have entrusted Lucas to do something about it and i know he isn't going to fail me.'' Patrick said. ''No sir.'' Lucas confirmed. ''Good. I will see you guys later for dinner, i need to sort out some paper works.'' Patrick said before walking away.

This time they were his brows that rose, and I suddenly remembered which way his boat sailed. “Oh, yes, you do. But since we’re both taken, and you bat for the other team, might as well let Alex have the fun.” I just laughed as I followed him down a hallway. Patrick stopped at a door and inclined his head. “Help her.” He flattened his lips to a straight line. “Oh and that thing I mentioned about sleep, about it being underrated? Well, I do have work tomorrow...or today...so keep it down.” I didn’t take orders well, but there was something in his voice that caused my smile to grow as I nodded.

"Oh, hi, dear. Nice meeting you. Goodness, you're so much more beautiful than the person I saw in those wedding photo shoots. Ivan's got good eyes for ladies." I smiled. "Yeah, sure." To be honest, I wasn't comfortable with this pretence. I just wanted to leave already. "Alright." Mr. Patrick sighed, and winked at me for some reason. "Seems like the young man's in a hurry. Guess we should let you get going. And yes, I'd admit that I enjoyed today's meeting. See you some other time, man." I nodded. "Glad to hear that. Goodbye." "Bye," Rae said.