Chapter 113
They talked some more, after which Jephthah promised to drive her down to the airport on the D-Day.
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The next day, Daniel was in his office when Naomi walked in with a tray of breakfast
She was reluctant about bringing him his breakfast, but Barton didn’t want to, Aunt Marcy was still in the kitchen and Dora was in her room, on her online lessons.
Was she was done, she’d be all over Daniel as usual but until then, he was alone; on his own.
As she closed the door behind her, she turned in time to see him staring at the screen of his laptop in anger, his hand up in his hair, running through it in frustration.
Files were strewn all over the floor, some laying stray on the bean bags p>
The fridge was flung open and a half finished bottled of tequila was lying on the ground.
“This place is a mess.” She commented outloud without realizing. Naturally, she didn’t like a messy place and preferred to be clean and organized. Staying in a room like this caused goosebumps all over her arm as she put down the tray on the table before him.
He looked at her like he was saying with his eyes ’My office, My way of messing it up p>
Her eyes met with his before she slowly looked down, pouring him a glass of orange juice.
“You don’t look like you slept like night.” She mumbled.
“Really? Did the dark circles under my eyes give me away p>
“Yes.” She simply replied and the sarcastic sneer on his face fell. She stretched her hand, and he glared at the cup in her grip before trailing it up to her face.
“Drink this while it’s still very cold. Just out from the freezer p>
He looked back at the laptop screen, typing away while saying, Not bothering to look at her.
“Just get me my usual coffee. I’m not a fan of orange juice p>
“Drink it or I’ll tell Aunt Marcy you’re suffering from a hangover p>
He half-glared at her before swiping the drink from her hand, finishing the contents of the entire cup in two gulps before thrusting it into her hand again, returning his entire focus on his laptop.
Naomi bit her lip, just standing there and looking at him. She visualized him as Little Danny, sitting there, trying to combine both school work and his Alpha duties together.
For Moon goddess’s sake, he was 18 years!
“What are you doing?” She asked softly, turning to stand beside him, leaning in to peer at what he was typing, unaware of just how her prescence, the scent of her and her hair affected him so bad that his fingers paused just above his keyboard, his body stiffening, the muscle in his jaw ticking.
“School work. Why do you ask?” He continued typing away, not bothering to look to his side, feigning ignorance.
She bit her lip again, staring at his serious expression, the coldness in his eyes before returning her gaze to the screen.
She reprimanded herself. Why do you think he’ll still be the same jovial, sweet kid you’ve always thought he was. Now he’s just the complete opposite, and it’s because of you.
“You look like you need help.” She mumbled again, glancing around the messy office.
He looked up and glanced at her before following her eyes to his office.
He didn’t say anything again and she took that as a permission granted to help him clean up.
As she leaned back from the table, heading straight for the small fridge in the office, he coyly glanced up and the side of his lips slowly lifted, seeing her waist sway sensually as she innocently walked away.
However, the smirk was gone as he focused on his laptop while saying,
“Every single file in this room is very important to me,” she cast him a weird look. “I just don’t have the time to sort them out. Be careful with them p>
She bent to the ground and picked up a file. After scrutinizing it, she picked another and glanced through it as well.
Soon, the office was serene, with only the sounds of fingers tapping furtively on keyboards, and someone arranging papers on the floor.
After an hour or so; which both of them hadn’t realized, Naomi got up, holding a stack of files. Without her realizing, the messy bun she had put her hair up in had collapsed, leaving them in waves, down her back.
“I’m done.” She said, huffing.
He didn’t look up but pointed at one corner of the table while munching on his breakfast.
“Put them here, I’ll sort them after p>
“I’m done… sorting them p>
He paused for a while before looking back up just as she placed the documents right before him.
“How? What do you… ” As he stammered, he ran his fingers, checking through the files with a frown etched on his face.
“I just took a guess, these files included problems in the pack, mails from the elders, invitation to grand events, complaints from the pack members and newsletter for all the Alphas. So, I sorted them in order of importance. Solving issues, which regards to coming up with solutions to complaints from your pack members should be your first priority so I put it first. Looking into the problems of the pack is second,” As she continued, she didn’t realize when she stood beside him, explaining things to him while subconsciously running her hands through the file while he just stared up at her, his gaze trailing over body before stopping at her eyes which was cast down as she spoke.
“This is where you exercise your ability to make decisions because in this time there will be high-pressured situations. Avoiding second-guessing would be you keeping yourself on a safer side. The mails from the elders come next, I wanted to put it as the first but it was mostly them suggesting she-wolves you could make your Luna,” As she blurted that out, she looked away with a slight discomfort which he didn’t cease to notice, a small smile slowly creeping up his lips.