One Wild Night

While Lucy slept peacefully through the night, Tom was unable to sleep as he kept wondering what he could do to make Lucy see reasons with him. He really wanted to be with her, and he hated to think that he possibly might have ruined his chances of being with the one person he thought might be right for him simply because he had been trying to be careful not to end up with the wrong person.

These thoughts bothered Tom so much that he tossed and turned in his bed for most of the night and only managed to doze off when it was almost dawn. He was jolted from his short sleep by the sound of his phone's ringtone and he sat up and quickly reached for his phone hoping it was a call from Lucy.

He sighed when he realized that the call was Harry and not Lucy, "What do you want?" Tom asked irritably immediately after he received the call.

"I had the best night of my life making love to your sister all through the night. It was soooo hot!" Harry announced, and Tom yawned in boredom. 

"Good for you both. I'm sure you both needed to let out some steam. Now what do you want?" Tom asked dryly as he lay down once again, wanting to go back to sleep. 

"You're not bothered that I banged your sister? I mean we had sex. Like SEX," Harry spelt it out.

"I don't care about what you both do. Jade is an adult and she is capable of making her own decisions. If she decides she wants to have sex with a boring workaholic like you, then that's her business," Tom said, making Harry scowl.

"For your information, I'm not boring. Besides, I was just kidding. I didn't have sex with her," Harry quickly corrected, and Tom shut his eyes wearily.

"You are boring. Ask her. And for your information I also know that you didn't have sex with her. You're too much of a gentleman to have sex with her. And even if you did, I'm sure you wouldn't tell me about it. So quit fooling around and..."

Harry's brows creased with a frown, "What do you mean by I'm too much of a gentleman to have sex with her?" Harry cut in before he could finish.

"I'm not in a very good mood right now, and even if I was I would rather talk about something that doesn't involve sex and my sister in the same sentence," Tom said irritably. 

"Why? Did something happen?" Harry asked in a serious tone as he sat up on the bed. 

Tom briefly considered telling Harry about his issue with Lucy but decided to leave that for later in the day, "I'm not in the mood to talk about it right now. What's up with you? How's Jade?" 

"I'm fine. She's fine. We are fine. Her apartment is too tiny so we had to move to the reserved suite at the hotel. We would be staying here for the time being, at least until her case is over. Don't worry, we won't be sharing a bed."

Tom rolled his eyes, "That's fine."

"Anyway, I called to remind you of the important meetings you have to attend today, and to also let you know that I was supposed to be at Ocean Airlines today, but since I'm not available you'd have to go there yourself," Harry explained. 

"Ocean Airlines? We were there just some days ago. What are you going there for again?" Tom complained with a scowl as he was not in the mood to run into Anita or anyone that remotely looked like her. 

"Yes, we were there for the official handover the last time, but this time it is different. I already sent the details of all the meetings you're to attend today to your email. You can check it out after the call. Enough about work, how is Lucy? I hope she is feeling better now?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

"She's okay. That reminds me, ask the realtor to hold off the sale of the house for the meantime," Tom pleaded.

"I told you so yesterday, yet you insisted I ask them to put it up for sale!" Harry hissed at Tom.

"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry. Something came up, so just ask them to hold on, okay? I will explain everything to you later," Tom promised. 

"That's fine. I hope you're getting dressed for work already? Your first meeting is by 9 AM," Harry reminded him, making Tom turn to glance at the bedside clock.

He groaned when he saw that the time was past 7 AM already, and he needed to start preparing to leave for work if he was going to be there on time for his first meeting. Now he regretted asking Harry to leave. He could have easily slept in assuming Harry was around. 

"Get your lazy bones off the bed! You'll learn to appreciate me more after now," Harry said with a chuckle when he heard Tom's groan. 

"Go to hell," Tom said, not feeling the least bit enthusiastic about leaving his bed. 

"You too. Have a lovely day at work, boss," Harry added with a hint of laughter in his voice and Tom hung up in annoyance.

Once he hung up the call, Tom remained on the bed with his eyes shut as he tried to plan his movement for the day. Was Lucy going to be at work? Probably not. He knew the way ladies often reacted to stuff like this. She was likely going to want to take a couple of days off to sort out her thoughts and feelings. He hoped she wasn't going to quit her job because of their personal relationship.

He contemplated whether or not he should call or text her, and then shook his head. Maybe it would be best if he let her be. Giving her time to come to terms with everything would probably be better for them both. 

Tom groaned when his cellphone started ringing again and without checking who was calling he received the call, "Can you just leave me alone?" He asked irritably, thinking it was Harry.

"Perhaps I should," Lucy said, and Tom sat up immediately he heard her voice. 

"No, no. Not you. You shouldn't! I wasn't talking to you. I thought it was Harry," Tom quickly corrected, feeling surprised and also relieved to be hearing from Lucy so soon.

"I'm running late, are you picking me up, or have you tendered your resignation letter already?" Lucy asked, ignoring his explanation.

Tom's heart skipped a beat as he got off the bed, "What?" He asked in surprise.

"You're still my driver, are you not?" Lucy asked, and without waiting for his response she added, "I'm waiting for you to pick me up," having said that Lucy hung up the call, and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose.