Note: Sorry again, for the long wait. I started playing Kitchen Scramble and got hooked. That's been taking a lot of my free time up and other things as well.
Also, I had some writers block and lost some motivation for this story. I'm not sure how long it will be for the next update.
Hated to say it but not feeling this story as much at the moment and lack of ideas on what to do next is kind of stubbing me for now.
I really appreciate all your support guys/girls. If you have any ideas, I'm all ears, and if not I'll try to send another chp out when I figure out where I'm going with the story as well as find the time to do so. Much love. ;)
I thought about leaving and I thought about staying. I thought of all the pros and cons of both. I didn't know what to do. I was torn. If I left, I had no place to go and I was broke. If I stayed, I would have to face Edward again and he might end up throwing me out just for rejecting his advances or worst; I would have to explain myself to him and why I freaked out.
I couldn't sleep. I stayed up all night pondering what to do and what Edward must think of me now.
I wasn't even sure if Edward would come out and face me in the morning but to my surprise he open his bedroom door around eight in the morning and even gave me a morning greeting before heading down the stairs.
However, There was something off about Edward today, I could tell.
The way he never looked me in the eyes when he had something to say to me.
The way he acted so nonchalant about everything and kept himself busy, as if not to have to be alone with me.
The way he forgot to gel down his hair or put on a tie for his business meetings.
The way he acted and looked and the fact he didn't want to be stuck alone with me meant one thing.
Edward was hurt.
Maybe he has a heart after all.