The Stalked Assistant (Chapter-18)

I'm going to have to take a freaking taxi cab home, this is going to be bad. Mr. Claiborne doesn't look like someone that's going to just be okay with someone spilling something on him. My hands won't stop shaking, Amanda, her mom, and Ryder's Mom are talking about the party and the dads are talking about some new business opening down the street and it's all flowing around me but I'm really not understanding anything at all, all I can think about is what I'm about to do.

Scared shitless about what I'm about to do.

Taking a slow breath, trying to work up the nerve to get up I slowly push myself back, Ryder's father is sitting on the other side of Amanda so it would be easy, I can pretend that I just trip and let the glass fall off him.

I can't believe I'm about to do this, I guess I should feel lucky, right? Spilling a glass on someone really isn't a big deal, but someone like this? My boss's boss. 

Haha. 

This is so fucked up today we are celebrating Amanda's mother and father's anniversary and I'm about to freaking ruin our crunch or brunch whatever it's called.

"Excuse me. I need to go call my momma back" I said to Amanda, making sure everyone at the table heard me.

Yes, I'm telling a lie again, goodness what has gotten into me, oh I know, all this shit I have been dealing with in the past week. 

"Sure, girl. Need me to come with you?" Amanda offers to start to stand up to follow me out of the booth.

No, because then I will HAVE to call my momma and how am I going to explain to her the reason I'm calling her back? 

She didn't call in the first place.

"No. No. Stay with your family. I won't be long" I rush out, hoping I don't look like I'm hiding anything and as soon as she steps out of the way for me to pass, I take that opportunity and force myself to trip over her foot, causing me to jerk forward and my glass of bloody Mary? I think Amanda called it, flew out of my hand, and straight onto Mr. Claiborne's lap.

I hold my breath for several moments before sucking back in and even though I knew what I was going to do, I gasped loudly, throwing my hand over my mouth and looking down at him with what I'm sure is complete horror on my face.

"Mr. Claiborne I'm- I'm so sorry. " I stuttered out, all the strength I had to get this done quickly washed out of my body the moment the glass flew out of my hand.

He blinks several times, looking at me and then at his lap before picking up all the napkins on the floor and starting dapping them down on his clothes.

Oh god.

I wish the floor would just suck me down and make me disappear.

"I didn't mean to, it was an accident" oh fucking hell I'm going to get fired, I quickly grab the rest of the napkins around us and start wiping down his shirt seeing the red drink staining his light grey suit with every passing second.

"It's okay, Isabella. It was an accident. No harm alright, it's okay. I planned on changing my clothes anyway. We are going to play tennis. Do you want to play with me? Make it up for ruining my suit?" At first, I think he's joking, but then when I look up at his face I see that his dead fucking serious.

"I can pay to have your suit fixed, Mr. "Claiborne" I rush out again, and I won't lie, I'm wondering why the hell I'm not getting thrown out or screamed out or something Anything but all this man is giving me is understanding.

"Nonsense. It's not like you did that on purpose. Let me go change and we can hit the tennis court. If I beat you, you have to drop what just happened, if you beat me I'll let you get my suit fixed deal?"

That's it?

I'm not fired?

I still have my job?

How in the hell? 

"Yes, sir. I'll be happy to play a match with you" I mumble out and quickly walk a few steps back and fall back into my seat.

That wasn't so bad, maybe I could do this? Maybe I can do whatever the unknown wants until the person gets bored and leaves me alone.

"I'll be back in a moment," Mr. Claiborne says before kissing his wife on the head and heading away from our table, even though that man's covered in red stains he doesn't walk like anything less than the boss man that he is.

I feel so bad about that.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, I thought I had a clear path" I whined out, turning my head at Amanda, the lie slipping from my tongue but the whine is completely real, I hated doing that.

"It's fine, honey. Those things happen sometimes, though never to my husband I have to admit, the look on his face when the drink hit him oh my lord I had to fight not to laugh" Mrs. Wanda says as she lets out a giggle.

They are both ways too understanding, I did that on purpose and they well they don't know that I did but still, I would have felt much better if they would at least force me to get his suit fixed.

"Don't forget to call your momma back" Amanda kindly reminded me, but what she doesn't know is that I was lying.

I'm a big fat freaking liar. 

"I will later. I feel so embarrassed" I whisper to her.

Thank god nobody else saw me do that.

"Don't be. His cool like that I promise. One time Ryder and I were playing in the pool and we decided we wanted bubbles. When Mr. Claiborne came outside the fountain in the pool was making it overflowing with bubbles and you know what he did? He jumped inside with us" she says, wrapping her arm around my shoulders trying to make me feel better.

I smile softly at her hoping that the unknown leaves me alone for the rest of the day.