HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Adrian

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The office felt different the moment she walked out of it. It became somehow quieter, it felt like something necessary had been removed from the room without my permission.

I stood there for a second too long, staring at the door she had just walked through, before I caught myself and sat back down. I picked up a file, set it down again, picked up a pen, put that down too. Nothing held my attention long enough to

matter.

“A friend,” she said with no name, no place, nothing I could hold onto. I did not even get the chance to ask which friend or where they were going, or what time she planned ongoing back home.

I got up and walked to the window instead, hands in my pockets, looking down at the street where cars moved in slow lines through the evening traffic. Somewhere down there she was probably already laughing about something, with someone, while I stood up here acting like a man who had never dealt with a woman walking away from him before.

I couldn’t press down the need to know exactly where she was and who she was with and whether she was thinking about last night even half as much as I was.

I paced for a while, longer than I would ever admit to anyone, before I gave up pretending I had any actual work left to do and pulled out my phone.

My thumb hovered over her name in my contacts. Calling felt like too much, too soon, too obvious. If I called and she did not pick up, that silence would sit in my chest the entire night. If she did pick up, I genuinely had no idea what I would say to her that did not sound like a man unraveling over one night.

“Can’t believe a woman is making me this nervous,” I muttered out loud in disbelief. I typed a message instead, deleted it, typed another one, deleted that too. Asking where she was felt desperate, asking who she was with felt worse, like something a jealous boyfriend would type, and we were not that.

“When will you come to pick up what you forgot at my place?” I sent it before I could think too hard about it, then dropped the phone onto my desk like it had suddenly turned dangerous. I picked up the file again, forced my eyes to move across the words without actually reading a single one of them.

Five minutes passed, I knew because I checked twice, no reply. “She’s probably busy or on her way.”I told myself. “Or in a conversation with her friend, probably not even looking at her phone.” I thought.

When my phone finally buzzed, I grabbed it fast enough that I nearly knocked over my drink.

“Ohh, will come for it later sir.” She replied.

I stared at that single line for longer than it deserved, my chest doing something embarrassing at the word sir, I think she is already enjoying whatever game this had quietly become.

“Fuck fuck calm down Adrian” I whispered to the empty office, pressing my palm flat against the desk like that would somehow stop the ridiculous grin threatening to take over my face.

“And by your later, you mean when?” I typed back, glancing at the clock. Just past six now, and still no sign of Felix, who I would be having a serious conversation with about punctuality the moment he enters this office..

“Like next weekend sir,” she replied, and I actually laughed out loud, alone, in my own office, like a man who had completely lost control of himself in the span of one day.

“Or can it be delivered to me sir?” Another message landed right after, I shook my head uncontrollably.

“NO NO, my address is very much important to me,” I typed back fast, faster than I meant to, the words leaving my fingers

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“Okay then,” she sent back, and I sat there staring at those two words for a long, stupid stretch of time, trying to figure out what exactly she meant by it, whether it was agreement or amusement or something else.

I was still staring at my phone, composing and deleting a response for the third time, when Felix burst through the door without bothering to knock first.

“I’m so sorry sir,” he said, slightly out of breath, his tie loosened in a way that made it obvious that his evening had already been more eventful than mine. “The car stopped and we had to fix it, we can leave now.”

I did not bother answering him. I picked up my phone, slid it into my pocket, and walked past him toward the door, already feeling the night shift gears in my head from whatever this was with Bianca back into business mode. Felix walked beside me, matching my pace down the corridor toward the elevators.

“So where do we go first?” I asked the moment we were inside, watching the numbers count down toward the lobby.

“Luckily sir. they both will be in the same environment,” Felix said, pulling out his phone to check something. “The senator will be at the restaurant with his family by eight, and the Ryns boy, son of the Oilsberg CEO, will be at the Ryns club by ten.”

I let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over my face. Two appointments, two completely different rooms full of people who all wanted something from me, and somewhere in between all of that, my mind would apparently keep wandering back to a woman who had texted me sir like she was mocking me on purpose.

“Okay.” I said, stepping out into the lobby as the doors opened. “And the time frame?”

“About thirty minutes each or less,” Felix answered, already moving toward the exit where the car waited, engine running, the evening traffic outside the building thick with the usual rush.

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