Thief of Thoughts

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Chapter Ten

I couldn't focus at work the next day.

Not saying I ever genuinely was focused, but today, I especially couldn't.

Today also happened to be one of those rare times when I actually had a pile of papers to sign on my desk. I couldn't just tell someone else to do it.

I was merely a quarter of the way through the massive stack when I heard the door slam open. I didn't need to look up to know who it is.

"Woah, are my eyes deceiving me?" I heard a loud thump as Jonah climbed onto my desk and sat there, legs crossed.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You know, there's a perfectly nice sofa right over there," I commented, waving my hand in the direction of the leather couch sitting right by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of my small office.

Jonah didn't even react. He picked up my little office placard and inspected it. "Hm. This is so lame. When will you let me by you a new one?" he asked, placing it back down on the desk. It was just a simple placard with my name written across it in white. I didn't care for anything too extravagant. Jonah, on the other hand, seemed to constantly be trying to find the most exotic things to spice up his office with. He said doing so "helped with business transactions." I doubted that.

"So, why are you bothering me on this lovely day?" I asked in response, staring up at him with tired eyes. After seeing that letter that was left in my house, I'd had a lot of trouble sleeping. Not just because of what it said...but because apparently somebody who was out to get me had easy access through my front door. This morning, I'd called somebody to get my lock immediately replaced. Hopefully, what happened wouldn't be happening again.

"Why not?"

"Don't you have a life to attend to?" I countered. He just grinned and hopped off my desk, finally.

"Eh. I guess not," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "You know how it is. The life of a teenage billionaire is quite dull, when it comes down to it." I'm sure, I wanted to say. But then...I remembered the one thing I'd been meaning to ask him. How could I forget?

"Did you give anyone the key to my house?" I asked, dropping my pen on the desk.

In an instant, Jonah's playful mood was replaced by something more serious. Despite all of his teasing, he did care a lot. "No. Why?"

I just shook my head. I believed him. I'd known him for a while and could easily tell when he was or wasn't lying. He also was just a bad liar when it came down to it. His eyes would grow all wide and he usually would stumble over his words.

"Oh, no know...," I mumbled, staring down at my work again. I signed off on another paper. I didn't even read them anymore. That was too much effort.

Jonah took a few careful steps closer to me. "Wait...did something happen?"

I shook my head vigorously. I don't know why... I mean, I trusted Jonah. I just didn't want him to be so worried. What happened last night wouldn't happen again anyway. I was getting the lock fixed.

"Not at all. I was just...making sure." I glanced up at Jonah and gave him a not-that-reassuring tight smile. I saw an expression of hurt flash across his face. I realized then what my statement could be insinuating: that I didn't trust him not to let other people into my house. The expression faded quickly. That was another thing I knew about Jonah - he moved on from things easily. It was especially nice when it came to things such as the lie I told about Kyle and I. Hopefully, he wouldn't bug me further about that.

Maybe I jinxed myself.

"By the way...," he started, a smirk worming its way back on his face. "Since you already know Kyle and all, I was wondering if you were down to forget about all these papers and go on an adventure."

I pulled another paper from the pile and signed it. "Jonah, I can't just pretend these papers don't exist. I still have work to do."

I signed the paper and put it to the side. Jonah grabbed the next one before I could. Then, he ripped it right in half.

"Jonah! What the hell!" I shouted, grabbing the ripped halves before they fluttered to the floor. I felt a spike of irritation.

"Come on. You're getting paid whether you sign all these or not. It's your company after all. You make the rules," he said,  about to grab another paper.

I dropped my pen, glaring up at him. As much as I wanted to deny what he was saying, I knew he was right. Technically, I could completely forget about all of these and do them later. No one would care. I was my own boss.

Jonah just gave me an innocent smile.

"Ugh. Fine. But you better have me back here by 4:30 , so I can at least get something done today," I muttered.

"Of course, Your Highness," he replied, faking a bow. I slapped his shoulder playfully and got out of my desk. Sure, a part of me was a little concerned about what Jonah had meant when he mentioned Kyle...

But I also felt a weird twinge of excitement.

Julia Hope

#1269 in Romance
#191 in New Adult & College
#161 in Billionaires

Story about: first love, romance, sciencefiction

Edited: 11.07.2019

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