Chapter 203

Nolan

The spreadsheets in front of me blur as my eyes grow heavy. It's nearly midnight, and I've been going over these numbers for hours. I do have an accountant and a bookkeeper, but I still have to fill in certain things that only I know. And as a businessman I know not to blindly trust.

I go back after them and make sure they haven't fucked my numbers. 

The house has felt different since I kissed Annabelle, warmer somehow, filled with a new kind of tension that gives me nervous energy. When she's not here I think about her. When she is here, I fight not to kiss her again. 

My phone buzzes against the desk, Annabelle's name lighting up the screen. Panic grips me as I answer.

"Belle? Everything okay?" I answer, immediately concerned by the late hour of her call.

"Can you come get me?" she says, her voice slightly slurred.

I'm already standing, reaching for my keys. "Where are you?"