13. REJECTED

My book hid me away but more often than was healthy I peaked up, stealing a glance at Slade who hadn't said a single word to me in days. It perplexed me because the first day we met he had said his fair share of words but suddenly he barely even stared at me. I didn’t mind, I just wondered what ran through his mind.

I sucked in a breath, reminded of the cheque I had found on my bedside two days ago. I was still shocked to say the least. I had spent two hours just staring at it before I accepted that he had given me so much money. I had never held so much money in my life and to me it seemed like the final shackle that bound me to him.

Had my father received it and the letter I sent through mail? I had asked Slade to post it home for me. What would my dad say, there was no way to explain fifty thousand dollars.

My eyes ran back to my book which I had been pretending to read for the past two hours. Yet, a second later my eyes ran up to Slade again. He was still in his suit, typing and