We work really well together. And even when we're just being beside each other, like earlier in the little koi fountain, we didn't even have to say much. It just feels natural with him. For all intents and purposes, Lincoln and I are basically in a relationship, minus the sex. I guess that's why people who work at the office. They eventually give in and say, what the hell? It's not like it's much different.
I mean, it's to the point where I will suggest that he wear his clothes a certain way, try a different style, comb his hair a certain way, and he does it. Like, it's crazy. He values my input. That's what he said. That's what he told me. It makes me feel special.
So am I wrong for staking my claim on him?
Maybe the world out there is different. But when we are here at Helion, Lincoln is mine.
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Chapter 6
Gabrielle's POV
"Alright. It's getting late," I tell my cousin through the phone.
"I know. What time is it where you are?" she asks.
I look at the clock. “… Like half past 10."
"Okay. Well, you gotta get to bed," she says.
"Yeah. And I gotta see where my husband's at," I reply.
"He's not home yet," my cousin asks.
"No. Sometimes he has to stay a little bit."
I don't wanna tell her anything about how I've been feeling. Honestly, for the past hour talking to her, I had to fight myself to get in the mode to be interested in what she was saying, because as the minutes tick on, the more I'm worried. I mean, Lincoln has been staying late here and there, but he usually texts me. He did text me earlier, saying that he was gonna stay an hour later at work, but it's almost eleven.
I'm getting worried.
Jada wishes me well, and I get off the phone. I start pacing the house, my legs shaking, my stomach feeling as though it's gonna bottom out. Dialing Lincoln's number, I wait for the phone to ring.
There's nothing. Like literally nothing.
I dial again.
Nothing. No ringing. No nothing.
Maybe there's no signal. Maybe he was right. But then the phone clicks. His voicemail comes on.
"Hi. This is Lincoln. If you have something to say, just leave a message at the beep, and I'll get right back to you when I have the time."
The phone clicks. What is going on?
"Where are you?" I whisper, staring at the screen.
I'm really getting worried.
Should I send him a text?
Will he just ignore it?
He might not get it anyway.
I can't believe this. I can't believe I'm sitting here worrying, frantically waiting for him.
You know what? I'm not even gonna worry. I'm just going to give him the benefit of the doubt.
