The next morning, we ate breakfast together in a comfortable silence and then went to the airport. He kissed me there, passionately in front of everyone before going in his private jet. I was sad but I knew that if it’s not urgent then he’ll never leave me like that after our patch up. Our trip to Vegas was also postponed due to this but I didn’t complain about it to him because I didn’t want to make him feel bad.
I returned to the penthouse, changed into a more professional outfit for office and then drove to my company. I was just settling down in my office when Saira entered and raised her eyebrows when I looked up at her from files.
“So Mister Perfect joked about your rest, huh?” And I chuckled softly while she settled down on the chair against me.
“No he didn’t. But some important work came up and he had to fly to Italy, this morning.” I explained to her and she sighed.