28- Rafael Wyatt
Abigail was getting ready for bed, Molly had already gone to sleep. She had a celebration dinner with Molly and Richard for their engagement and then stayed there with Molly’s insistence.
She could not help it when a slow smile made its way on her lips. She was too happy for her friend. Both of them were her favorite people. While lying on the bed and closing her eyes an image of Hunter popped out of nowhere in her mind. She sat up straight. She picked up her phone and read the time. She wanted to call him, then stopped herself.
He might be sleeping. Plus I should leave some space for the poor guy to breathe.
She was busy in her thoughts when her phone started ringing. Hunter’s name was blinking on the screen. She was smiling when she received the call and walked to the living room not to disturb Molly.
“Hey, sugar! Missing me?” she could almost imagine him smiling, sitting comfortably on his couch. SHIRTLESS!
“Keep dreaming, Levisay.” She said with a fake sarcasm.
He laughed, “What are you doing tomorrow? Can we have lunch somewhere?”
“Umm. That won’t be possible, Hunter. Tomorrow carpenters would be coming for a short briefing. Can we have it some other time?” she asked.
“Abigail, I need to discuss something with you. You are not in your apartment.” That got Abi’s attention. Was he interested in discussing divorce? The poor man was trying to make it less awkward for her.
“What kind of help you want, Henry Cavil?” he chuckled at that.
“Can you visit my office tomorrow? The executive floor.”
“I would be there as soon as I would be free.” She said brushing her hair with her fingers. “By the way, can you tell me what this is about?
“I promise I would explain you once you are here.”
“Ok. Good night.”
“Good night sugar” he disconnected the call.
Next day when Abigail was done briefing workers about the furniture making and the coffee shop’s requirements.
She went to her office to collect her things leaving her door slightly ajar. “Abigail! You called me?” Kate entered her cabin and started rearranging her desk.
Abigail did like Kate but she felt uneasy when she started touching her important stuff.
“Hey, Kate I will do that later. Right now I need to look my office Peace make sure to uollect everyone’s files before you leave Ob?”
“Abigail Il you want you can handover in the ollice veys so that I can place the ile” bigai found her request absurd,
“Keep them with you. Just don’t forget to hand over me the next day”
She reached the VIP elevators’ area and stopped onto the VIP |Oor 11 Ann was not there 113 took her to Hunter‘s office and made her seated, “Can I get you something, Abigail? She asked politely before leaving
“Just iced water, please. And where is Hunter by the way.”
The young receptionist nodded and gave her a professional smile, “I am instructed to send you coffee. If you need anything else just let me know by pressing one on the intercom Mi LE11587 131 n the conference room. As soon as he would be free, he would join you. Please make yourself comfortable.”
With that, she left the room. Abigail was again impressed by the office decor. She stood up from the couch and went to the glass wall. The city of San Francisco looked beautiful A breathtaking view indeed. A staff member came to place water and coffee on Hunter‘s work table instead of placing them on the coffee table near the couch,
She came near Hunter‘s revolving seat and saw a picture of Hunter with a graceful lady with pepper hair tied in a bun. Hunter’s arms were around her neck, posing cheek to check for the photograph.
It was an adorable picture. They both were grinning ear to ear in it. She at once knew that this has to be Hunter’s grandma. Looking at the picture fondly she sat in Hunter’s chair Holding the frame, she turned around the seat and started observing Hunter’s features,
He looked genuinely happy in the picture. Like he and his granny were thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. She was so engrossed in the picture that she could not hear the door opening Somebody entered the door and started speaking at once.
“Hey Hunter, look who is here. It’s your favorite cousin. Surprise!”
Abigail gasped and turned around her chair to find an extremely handsome boy, or one could say a boyishly looking man hardly in his twenties standing there. He also went quiet not expecting her, sitting in the chair at all. He had a backpack on his shoulder. The moment he saw Abigail he instantly dropped it to the floor.
Walking gradually towards her, he seemed mesmerized by God knows what. He reached in front of her and kneeled holding her chair. He looked familiar. Too familiar. Maybe he was Hunter’s relative that’s why he seemed familiar.
“Who are you, honey?” He asked her, looking directly into her eyes.
Abigail was somewhat nervous, “Umm. I am Abigail.” She tried to smile but failed miserably.
“And what are you doing in devil’s office, my little angel?” Abigail could not help the laughter this
time that erupted in her throat but her eyes went wide with shock when the memory flashed in her mind
“Rafael Wyatt?”
Her mouth was hung open
“Umm-hmm Only Rafael for you sweetheart!” he said while holding her hands, giving her a cocky smile. He was flirting with her
She could not hold her smile, “Are you trying to flirt with me?”
“Gosh look at that dimple of yours!” he very slowly brought his forefinger to her cheek and touched the dimple very gently, almost caressing it.
“Get your hands off her.” they heard a low menacing voice from the door frame. Abigail missed a heartbeat as she had never seen Hunter this angry. She tried to stand from her chair but the man near her made her sit again very gently pushing her shoulders with his hands. He was almost unaffected by Hunter’s wreath.
“Hunter, I always thought you were into blonds. Brunets were always my thing if you remember.” H e was talking to Hunter but his eyes were on Abigail, with his signature sexy smile.
He bent and gave a peck on Abigail’s cheek. Abigail froze at his courage. Though it was not her fault still she could imagine her blush starting to form on her cheeks and traveling to her neck and ear.
“Do it one more time and I swear I would throw you out of this glass wall.” Hunter snarled. Rafael raised his hands in defeat with a side smirk on his face “ok. I am leaving anyway.” then he turned around to Abigail. “First floor. Room number 112.”
Abigail was bewildered with confusion written all over her face.
Rafael Wyatt got her puzzlement, “My room number in this hotel, sweetheart. The private elevator can bring you to me.”
