I wave goodbye and walk into the house feeling refreshed with a new attitude. My attitude quickly changed to worry when I saw my whole room had been ransacked and torn through. I look over to my desk and see that my laptop hasn't been stolen and nothing seems to be missing. I go to sit on my bed remembering the warmth of Paul laying there this morning and start to feel incredibly guilty. All of a sudden my bedroom door slams open and Paul runs up to me with a hug and his trembling voice reaches my ear
"I was so worried, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you please never do that again. Please don't leave like that ever again" as he is holding me his whole body is shaking and cold
"Paul did you go out in the rain?" he just lets out a small almost nonexistent laugh then I whisper into his ear "I forgive you". He instantly tightens his grip on me and sits down on the bed next to me not letting go the whole time. This time I'm the one who offers for him to lay on my lap and he gets into a laying down position and sets his head on my lap still wearing his shoes and everything. We quickly doze off into the night, that night I had a dream of professor creak and it looked as though he was smiling at a young version of Paul while walking down the sidewalk in a park then the little Paul runs up to me and grabs my hand, then pulls me toward creak and with his other hand holds onto creak. Next thing I know I wake up to find myself wrapped in Paul's arms, I look up at Paul to see a smile on his face while he sleeps and try to free myself from his arms but the more I struggle the tighter he held me. I go to wake him up with a whisper
"Hey, I need to get up. We have to go to work" but that didn't do anything to wake him, man he must be a sound sleeper. After about ten more seconds I louden my voice "Paul we have work today" that seems to do the trick as he squirms around releasing me from my grip he mumbles out the word
"Canceled" then I poke him in the forehead and say
"You can't just cancel work whenever you want mister!" and he smiles at my little comment and sits up beside me
"Yes I can, I'm the boss" I let out a sigh of grief and started to pick up everything that had been ransacked already knowing he is the one who did it. Soon after I started picking up everything I noticed my box of under garments had been looked through too and my face turned as red as Paul's car, I continued working like I had seen nothing and decided what I wanted to wear that day. Paul is still sitting on my bed just watching me.
"You wanna help me?" he has a look of confidence and a grin creeps across his face
"Nope, I'm enjoying the show". I go up to him and punch him in the shoulder with all my might
"Get out, I need to get ready for the day! Oh and I am going into work! Unlike some people I need the money!" He finally gets up to go but as he passes me from behind he grabs my shirt and yanks it off over my head. I let out a scream
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" and try to cover my chest. He looks at me with a confused expression
"I thought it'd be okay since we're dating" All I can do is stare at him with no clue as to what he is saying "We have slept in the same bed twice now, what else would you call that?" I can't stop staring at him in shock but I do understand his reasoning and say
"That doesn't mean you can just strip me whenever you feel like it!" He quickly gets a evil grin on his face and walks up to me
"So you didn't deny we're dating" my face gets even more red and I rush into my bathroom to hide and scream from the door
"You are going into work too! You better be ready by the time im out!'' I can hear him laughing as he leaves my room. I jump in the shower and run the water so that i can drown out his contagious laugh from my thoughts " Geeze I mean who does he think he is just taking my shirt off like that?! Besides he doesn't really mean it when he says we're dating right? He wouldn't say it without meaning though" As I'm thinking to myself I start to get my hopes up but soon remember what Drew's younger sister said about me and become very depressed at myself. As soon as I'm done with my shower I get dressed in one of my new shirts and slip on a skirt I bought not too long ago
"Wow I haven't worn a skirt in quite some time" I sigh and walk back into my room. Before I leave my room I grab my purse and head downstairs "Oh great where did he go now?" as I look around the living room I don't see any sign of Paul being around. When I go up to the door to leave because I'm convinced he ditched work today I hear him slamming his bedroom door behind him and I let out a sigh "There you are, I thought you were ditching again" and we go to leave the house as it's about to turn noon "At least we get to have half a day of work" I say in a cheerful voice. When we pull up to the building Paul lets me out like usual and goes to park the car as I head into the building. I quickly make my way up to the fourth floor, next thing I know I am flopping down at my desk getting straight to work. After I finish up about two articles and then go to walk up to Mark and ask if he needs help with anything and he just shakes his head. Next I go over to Jack and as soon as he sees me heading over he holds up his hand and shakes it, I notice he is typing vigorously so I leave him be. As I look over to see what Drew drew is up to and he isn't even there, I guess he went for a break. As soon as the day ends I start to feel flushed remembering what Paul did this morning, I practically run out of the office and make my way home in record time avoiding being in a close space with him.