Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 34: Chapter 34

FAY
I turned for what seemed like the hundredth time, the bed seemed to be overly uncomfortable without Elroy beside me. I had suddenly gotten used to him beside me, every night. His distant warmth, his gentle breathing.
I turned again, adjusting the covers, and glancing at the bedside table clock. It was 11PM already.
I groaned slightly, realizing he wasn't going to sleep here tonight. Was he avoiding me?
What did I even say to him?
It wasn't anything serious! Why would he want to avoid me because I pointed out the obvious? I shouldn't have said anything! I got too comfortable talking to him that I forgot I was actually talking to Elroy Chesterfield.
Turning again, I sighed.
At least he's home. Better than him not even being at home.
Maybe he wasn't avoiding me. Maybe he just had too much work to do. That's probably it. The pre merge program is only two weeks away. He was only trying to cover up before the program drew near.
But- he always stuck to his bedtime schedule. 10:30 on the dot. It's way past 10:30, still he wasn't done working yet.
Maybe I should go check on him. His study was just four doors down. I'll just go, maybe see how he's doing and I don't know- convince him to come back to bed.
How's it any of your business if he doesn't want to sleep now?
This shouldn't bother me. If anything, I should be glad that I have the room all to myself. Right? That's what I've always wanted right?
That was before... Before I started developing feelings for him.
I groaned, sitting up. "What's the harm in just checking up on him?" I voiced out my thoughts.
"It's what a good girl friend would do." I said again, trying to convince myself.
Nothing wrong can come out of it.
I felt my heart hammer against my chest. "Fay, you need to not be scared. He's your boyfriend, you both are in a relationship. You have a say. The worst he'd do is dismiss you. Take control." I encouraged myself.
Getting up from the bed, I slipped on my bedroom slippers, then headed for his study.
As usual, I didn't knock, I just pushed the door gently, not to startle him. His study was really dark, due to the light. It was switched off?
Why did he switch off the lights? Last I checked, he wasn't a fan of dark places.
Reaching beside me, I found the switch.  Turning on the light.
I squinted my eyes due to the sudden brightness in his study, Finding him raising his head sleepily with squinted eyes. It was obvious that he had been sleeping on what looked to be his sketch pad.
So maybe I was right... He was avoiding me.
"What's this El? Sleeping in your study just because you're trying to avoid me?"
He scrunched his Brows. "What are you talking about?" He asked rubbing his face as he closed his laptop. "What time is it?" He asked, after blinking his eyes back to reality.
I rolled my eyes. "Past eleven."
"Shit. Must have slept off." He said to himself. "I was working on the remaining designs, I guess I lost track of time."
"That's why you left Sparks without me today."
He looked confused now. "What are you talking about? I thought you had left already."
I crossed my arms to my chest. "Well, I hadn't."
"You could have called me."
"Why didn't you call me?" I asked
Okay, now I was being annoying.
He sighed, standing up. "I honestly don't understand why we're having this banter."
"It's not a banter. I'm being serious. And I actually know that you didn't just sleep off, you didn't want to come back to the room. You're mad at me, cause of what happened this afternoon."
He looked even more confused, almost as if I was talking out of point. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad? This afternoon was perfect."
"Yeah, you leaving all angry and moody was just perfect."
"I told you I had work to finish."
"I'm not stupid, El. I know when I'm being lied to." I blurted out.
"I wasn't mad at you, I just realized I had some work to finish. Where's this coming from?" He asked.
He looked pretty convincing, but I knew what I knew. "It was because of what I said right? I honestly don't remember saying anything wrong."
"So why the hell do you think I was mad at you?"
"Because you left."
"I had work."
"That was just an excuse to leave." I said.
He narrowed his eyes in annoyance, closing his sketchpad. Then looked back at me. "Fine... I'm sorry for leaving and painting the wrong picture. Are we good now?"
He was kidding right? I knew that he didn't just leave because of work issues. He left because I said something that really hit a raw spot in him. How else would his mood just change like that? He's not bipolar.
When he noticed I had gone quiet, his eyes raked down my body from head to toe then he smiled softly, making his way towards me.
I watched him carefully. He was tired, I could see that, but the smile on his face made him look fifteen times younger. "We're matching." He said.
What?
I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing my black pyjama trousers, coupled with one of his white T-shirt.
He was wearing a white T-shirt that seemed to frame every muscle on his perfect body, and his black sweatpants.
The smile was still on his face when I looked back up at him. "That's one of my shirts right?" He asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Can't remember when we started sharing the same wardrobe but- it's cool."
Why was he acting like he wasn't actually mad at me for making that comment this aftertoon?
Sighing, he raked his hands through  his hair. "Come on Fay, I wasn't mad at you. I promise." He said.
"Or you just don't want to discuss it." I said.
"There's nothing to discuss. Why would I avoid you? Even if I get mad at you for something you do or say, I won't avoid you, you know me, I'd let you know straight up."
He was right.
"Fine."
"Were you worried?" He asked.
"I wasn't."
"So why did you come here?"
I scoffed. "I was only getting water, and the door was- open."
He raised a brow. "I'm just gonna pretend I believed that." He said.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I'll just go get my water." I said, walking to the door.
Not satisfied with the way the conversation ended, I stopped and turned to find him biting down a smile. "Are you coming to your bedroom or... Are you still going to keep working?"
"Why are you asking?" He answered with a question of his own.
"Well... Cause I feel like putting a lock on our bedroom door tonight, and I want to sleep with the lights off so-"
He laughed a little, inwardly.
Coming up to me with just few steps, he placed his arm around my shoulder, leading me out of the study, then down the corner to the bedroom.
"If I don't sleep in our bedroom? Where else would I sleep?"
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Pulling my hair up in a messy bun. I popped another Pringle in my mouth, erasing what looked to be a mistake in Elroy's sketch pad, and nodding my head to the music blasting from my headphones.
I was in the kitchen, and it was just 8 in the morning.
And guess what? Elroy was still upstairs. Why? Because I messed with the alarm.
He needed the rest, and besides, I just completed his work for him.
The designs he drew were looking pretty creative, but then again, there were some things that obviously needed changing. He used the same patterns from two years ago... But he gave it a different style. Creative, but predictive.
I changed his patterns, placing a more better one.
I knew he was going to be pissed. Yes. There was no doubt in my mind about that. But then again- I only helped out.
I had no idea why he was working himself up about this year's merge program. He was bound to win it, even if he placed effort or not.
Maybe he was just concerned about Yvonne's breath taking progress. He knew he was going to be competing with her at the merge program.
I scrunched my brows, carefully adding the finishing patterns to the last design.
Besides, doing something this important for him, made me feel really good about myself.
I knew he would never ask for help. And even if I offered, he'd rudely refuse it, so there was no need to offer him my help when I could actually manipulate his morning schedule and change everything that needed changing, while he slept.
I smiled, throwing another Pringle into my mouth, as I hummed to the music blasting from my headphones. What would he think about my efforts? Would he appreciate me or - disregard my help?
He'd definitely appreciate me right? I mean... He's trying to be nice right?
Why would I change my personality to please you? His words from the other day slapped my thoughts back into my brain.
What if he hates me for this? That would hurt a tons of lots!
But still- this is coming from my heart, I'd never ruin his work.
He should and would understand.
"Fay!!!"
My heart almost flew out of my chest, making me gasp in shock and causing the tip of the sketch pencil to break on the sketch pad.
I wasn't the only one who jumped in fright, an helper who had been taking water to the garden almost dropped some tools in her grip.
Even with the loud music in my ears, I could hear Elroy's voice from upstairs.
"Fay! What the hell!!!"
Immediately, I jumped, pulling the headphones from my ear. My hands were shaky as I closed the sketch pad.
I could hear his hasty footsteps rushing down the stairs...
Shit... Shit shit!
Before I knew it, he was bursting into the kitchen, his hair messy, his brows etched in anger, his whole facial feature was a dead giveaway that he was mad...
Oh, very mad.