Chocolates and sweet words (2)

GRACE

Once I ended the call, I tucked my phone into the front pocket of my grey joggers and approached the man who was back from a long day at the office.

“Mr. Powers,” I called the man who stood still after a few steps up the stairs, his full attention on his phone. “Mr. Powers?” I raised my voice.

The man ignored me. And I scoffed in disbelief as he maintained his focus on his phone.

Once I took a few more steps closer to the end of the staircase, I called him again. “Mr. Powers?”

I am sure this man can hear me, so why isn’t he responding? “Mr. Powers? Dominic?”

“Grace.” He swiftly faced me, a grand smile on his lips. “There you are.” He finally responded and I just had to roll my eyes at his silliness.

The man began to walk towards me. As he moved, I admired his exceptional dressing. The light tones of his clothes blended with his skin and I found him more alluring.

Once his feet were barely inches away from mine, he asked, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Uh...” I looked up a