Chapter 3 Misunderstanding

• Tessa’s POV
• I just had a one-night stand… with a callboy.
• I woke up and was told by the faint sunlight that beamed through the window shades, it was morning.
• My entire body tingled at the memory of last night. It was certainly incredible, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been touched like that. This man definitely knew what he was doing last night.
• At least I’m not crying over Brian.
• As painful as his betrayal was, I feel like I could actually move on from him. Maybe the best way to get over somebody really is to get under someone new.
• My face reddened at the very thought.
• Sitting up in bed, I frowned at my surroundings.
• This was obviously the master bedroom with the king-sized bed. It was a vast space, however, it was veiled and gauzy. The curtains dimmed the natural lighting from outside, making it almost dreary.
• I felt a slight sting in my neck, making me reach my hand towards my neck and feel a small swollen patch. I quickly slid out of bed and dressed in my jeans and hoodie before making my way to the bathroom.
• My face grew warm as I remembered how passionate we were on that sink.
• I looked at the ground and saw that the crystal soap dish was cleaned.
• I frowned when I saw the bitemark on my neck.
• As fun as last night was, that callboy certainly left his impression on my body. However, it was strange that it didn’t hurt last night when he did this. I remember him licking and nibbling on my neck, but I remembered it feeling good.
• It wasn’t until this morning that it started hurting. It was also red and a little swollen like a bug bite.
• “Ouch,” I muttered to myself with dismay written all over my face.
• I left the bathroom and stood in this man’s bedroom. I didn’t like how dark it was in here and I wondered where exactly I was. I went to his window to open the curtains. As the sunlight started seeping through and I got a glimpse of what looked like a garden, a pair of hands pulled the curtains shut.
• I quickly turned around to see the callboy staring down at me. He was frowning and I noticed that his eyes were no longer red.
• Maybe they were never red. It could have been my drunken brain playing tricks on me. That was the only thing that really made sense.
• He stood only inches from me, and he stared down my body until his eyes landed on my lips. My heart was thudding violently against my chest and for a moment, I worried that he could hear it.
• I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until he took a step away from me.
• “Join me downstairs for some breakfast,” he said, reaching his hand out for me to take.
• I stared at it questionably for a moment before taking it.
• I allowed him to guide me out of his bedroom and down a long and wide set of spiral stairs. I was in awe of how big his home was and incredibly confused as to how he was able to afford such a luxurious home on a callboy’s wage.
• We went into a dining room area, and I saw the large wooden table with a couple of plates of delicious-looking food, orange juice, and coffee.
• As soon as I saw the food, my stomach instantly growled.
• “I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat or drink for breakfast, so I made an assortment of things,” he said, pulling out a chair for me to sit.
• He was certainly a charming callboy. I had to give Ruby some credit for choosing such an elegant guy.
• “It’s perfect,” I said as I sat down.
• He sat across from me and stared at me for a moment as I started eating. Then, he slowly started to eat as well.
• “I hope you slept well,” he said to me.
• It was such a casual opening statement that it caught me off guard.
• “Yes, your bed is incredibly comfortable,” I answered.
• It was like he didn’t know what to say in response to that, so he just looked at me quizzingly. I could tell he was trying hard, but what he was trying to do was unclear to me.
• “And your home is very beautiful,” I added. “How were you able to afford something like this on your salary?”
• As soon as I asked that question, I regretted it.
• My father had taught me that it was rude to ask about one’s financial situation, but I couldn’t take the question back once it’s been spoken.
• “A lot of the money I have is due to the investments I’ve made,” he answers casually. “I just recently moved here.”
• So, I was right about him being new to this callboy stuff. I wondered how many other women he’s had while he was here and how I ranked in comparison to them. But I quickly brushed that thought out of my mind, not wanting to think about it.
• “Your service has been incredible,” I said to him, meeting his eyes.
• He furrowed his brows at me.
• It was at that moment I realized how rude I was being. I didn’t even know his name.
• “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I never got your name.”
• “Joseph,” he answered.
• He had the same name as Joseph Evergreen. How strange.
• “I’m Tessa,” I said in return, and I wondered if he even cared what my name was or if I was just another customer to him.
• Which reminded me.
• I grabbed my purse.
• “I’m not sure how much she already gave you, but let me give you a tip—”
• “Why would you give me money?” He asked, just as I pulled a 20 out of my purse.
• I raised my gaze up to his.
• “For your performance…”
• My face grew warm.
• “My performance?”
• “Yes—” I went on to say, but then I paused when I saw just how confused he truly was. “Do you know what we were last night?”
• Realization soon flashed through his eyes, and he ran his fingers through his dark mass of hair.
• “I’m sorry, I know having sex on the first day we meet is fast. But we can get to know each other quickly and I can try my best to be a good enough boyfriend to you…”
• I nearly choked on my coffee.
• “Boyfriend?!” I gasped, staring up at him.
• What was he talking about?
• “Yes,” he answered. “I would never just toss you aside after having sex with you.”
• “Isn’t that your job?”
• That confused look returned to him.
• “I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” he said, eyeing me carefully.
• “Can you excuse me for a moment,” I said, grabbing my phone from my purse. “I should probably tell my friend where I am.”
• I felt his eyes on the back of my head as I scurried out of the dining room. As I stared at my phone screen, I frowned when I saw that Ruby had called me at least three times last night.
• “Tessa! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you last night. You just disappeared,” she went on to say as soon as I called her.
• “I’m sorry. I went with that callboy you ordered me—”
• “What? Tessa, what are you talking about? I never ordered you a callboy.”