I wake up to an empty bed. Still in his shirt, I wander around his bedroom.
In the corner of the room there is a small picture. I see Philip, a woman with blonde hair, and a dark-haired girl who looks about eleven years old. Is he divorced? Would I get to meet his daughter? Is he a dad? For some reason, I found the idea of him being a dad incredibly cute and sweet.
Without me knowing it, Philip entered the room.
"That was my family. My wife Sarah and daughter Penny. They both died in a car accident about a year ago. I actually forgot this one was still here. I thought I took them all down. " He says gently, removing the picture.
"You should leave it, " I said, putting my hands on the picture.
"No. I know you don't understand now, but looking at this picture makes me sad. I am always sad deep down, but I have to let go. So I can move forward, " he says, moving closer.
"I wasn't trying to pry. You don't have to tell me anything you want to keep private, " I said, looking into those beautiful eyes of his.
Truth is, I want to know everything. But I can tell if he's a secretive person. I don't want to push him away.
"It's fine, Andrea. We both have our pasts. I was going to tell you about it, some things are easier not to talk about after a while. I want to be here and now with you. " he says, leaning over to kiss me.
I kissed him back. I didn't want to leave. But I knew I had to.
"I am never going to make it to work, " I said as I pulled away.
"My assistant went and brought you some extra clothes. Hairbrush, makeup, and toothpaste. Everything we could think of, " he says, pointing to some Target bags on the bed.
"Thank you. Hopefully, I won't be too late, " I said, moving quickly.
"Martinez can drive you to work. It will be faster. Then he will bring you back here for your car afterwards. I have to get going unfortunately. Hopefully you will be here when I get home, " he said, touching her face again.
"Have a good day, " I said, trying to hurry up. I walked downstairs, grabbed my purse and keys. I didn't plan on riding with his driver; I had my keys in hand, ready to get inside when a stranger basically forced me into the limousine.
"I don't mind driving, " I said, looking into his dark brown eyes before closing the door.
"I am Martinez. Philip told me to take you to work. And that is what I am going to do. You don't want me to get in trouble for not doing my job, do you?, " he said forcefully.
Does Philip want to make sure I return? Was he planning to keep me here as long as possible? Stop it, you are being paranoid.
Even if it's true, his home isn't exactly a prison.
"Packed you a lunch, " Martinez says, I noticed a brown paper bag in the seat beside me.
I took the paper bag lunch and walked inside the building; it was the first time in four years I had ever been dropped off at work.