Friday came before I knew it.
And by the time it did, the tension from Julian walking in on William and I's almost kiss had settled into a dull, constant thrum at the back of my head.
William and I had been operating with surgical precision. No lingering looks, no accidental touches, and certainly no private jokes. We were back to being the CEO and the assistant , two people who shared nothing but a balance sheet. It was exhausting, but necessary.
We couldn't have his uncle finding out that we were sleeping together. That would definitely be disastrous.
But if what he witnessed—or rather, did not—rise up any suspicion from him, which I doubt, he did a pretty good job in not showing it. He continued to act like nothing happened.
He went on to being his ever present self. The present, role model uncle who somehow always disregarded the need for knocking or pipping in with a thought that couldn't wait.
I feel that was what made the whole thing so much worse.
