Chapter 125
ASHLEY
I am pleasantly surprised to see Demi strut into my office on a bright Tuesday morning. I have barely been home for three nights in a row and I didn’t expect her to notice or care. Seeing her now makes me feel relieved that maybe all isn’t lost between us. I abandon the fitting of my latest design, leaving my new model flustered as I turn to my wife.
"Hey. I didn’t know you were coming."
My eyes skirt around my working space. There’s barely enough space to step on the floor because of the pieces of fabric littered everywhere. The sofa is currently occupied by my four assistants.
I don’t even know why I felt the need to hire more assistants. I guess I just want to have a lot of people around me so I don’t feel too lonely while working.
With a subtle arch of my eyebrows, my assistants leap to their feet like their butts are on fire and quickly begin to tidy the place.
"Thank you, Kenny. Let’s take a break." I tell my model who nods and sashays out. Demi stands quietly, watching everything. With the room substantially tidied, my assistants all dash out and I shut the door. When I turn, Demi has already helped herself to a seat; my chair.
"Ok. How are you?"
She snorts. "It’s just us. No need for pretense."
Her indifference grates on my nerves but I let it slide. It will be a miracle if she stops hating me so soon.
"I meant that, Demi." I reply, edging towards my desk. Why won’t she even look at me? If she looks at my face for longer than two seconds, she’d see that I haven’t been resting well, that my beard has grown inches longer than my brothers and I wear and the skin of my face is in desperate need of skincare. I really wish she could pretend to care.