Chapter 8 - Business Dinner

As soon as my hands typed his name right before I could press enter and search for him, my phone started to ring. I wonder if I had a curse that day to be interrupted so often from phone rings.

I sighed when a new message of Carl appeared on the display: 'I hope you didn't hear the voice message, I was panicking. I miss you, can we still at least be friends?'

I cursed under my breath reading his message, now he wanted to be friends? ten minutes ago he was begging me to forgive him. That boy was so confused that I wondered how I could be so attractred by someone like Cameron when I almost married Carl.

They were the opposite yet, althought I shall have been thinking about Carl and our relationship, my thoughts were reserved to one only man and that man wasn't him.

I could still feel the butterflies in my stomach as soon as I recalled being kissed by him, his smell of coffee and his peachy silky lips, a shiver ran through my spine when my mind brought me back to reality reminding me that I probably will never meet him again.

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The days passed by and as I thought, I didn't met Cameron, but in my dreams I had met him several times.

I hated how my mind couldn't stop thinking about him, I was supposed to have a calm honeymoon, instead I visited the pub where I had met him three times in 4 days with the hope I could meet him again.

The fifth day I gave up to both thinking and visiting the pub and also started getting Carl's calls.

I answered the phone to hear his voice speak hastily on the phone, "hey," he said, after taking a long breath he continues, "I didn't tell my boss and my coworkers we broke up because I wanted to enjoy my two weeks free for honeymoon."

I rolled my eyes at his excuse, he probably didn't tell them because he had the certainty I would get back with him.

Before I replied, he continued, "we have a dinner tonight, at a wealthy five stars restaurant, I only ask you to come and get along with it for some hours then I will tell them the truth after the two weeks."

I scoffed noisely at the phone letting him hear I was displeased by the situation.

He cheated on me and ruined my wedding, where did he find the audacity to still talk to me? I regretted not having deleted his number and blocked him right away.

I felt my stomach knotting and my blood boiling but I shut my eyes and took deep breathes.

I had to do him this favor and then forget him for the rest of my life, that was the main purpose.

I made sure to look like the most beautiful girl at the dinner, I wore an expensive classy red dress which had a long split exposing my thigh.

I knew that I would met the girl he cheated me on that day, so I wanted to look prettier than her and than any other woman he will ever lay his eyes on.

If I had to show up there I better make an appearance that him and his coworkers won't forget just like I won't forget the embarrassment he made me feel when he left me at the altar.

I drove to the address he sent me and I took a long breath when I saw Carl dressed up elegantly waiting for me in front of the restaurant's door.

When he turned around, his gaze is surprised and shocked just like he had seen me for the first time.

As I reached him he couldn't flinch his gaze away, he seemed hypnotized.

"I forgot how beautiful you were in a dress." He whispered, but his compliment slapped me as if he insulted me. I hadn't wore sensual dresses in a long time, because we barely went out.

For an instant I wondered if I had wore more often sensual dresses or did my make up like I did that day maybe he wouldn't have cheated on me but then I shook my head. I didn't want to be the kind of woman who blamed herself for her boyfriend's mistakes.

I opened the door for him and as we entered everyone turned around, probably because we were late but I liked to think it was because I looked amazingly.

I skimmed my gaze through the restaurants, few chairs were still empty. When I perceive a penetrating nervous and angry gaze I turned around.

There she was, the woman he cheated on me, I could say that from the way she looked at me, so furious with me as if I was the one who had ruined their amazing relationship.

She held my gaze confidently and I tried my best not to look down at her, her silhouette was model-like, she was so skinny that I wondered if Carl ever liked my big hips and breast if he cheated on me with someone who was just like the opposite of me.

My hair and eyes were dark brown, while her hair was blond and short, she had two beautiful green emerald as eyes.

Carl cleared his voice, "she…She … she is my… assistant!"

How pathetic was him? His assistant? Someone please stop before I slapped him again.

I could already feel my hand's palm burning at the thought of doing so.

One of his coworkers broke the silence and the tension by stretching his hand in front of me.

My gaze inadvertently fell on it and I shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Carl talked to me a lot about you. Congratulations for the wedding!" He said joyfully, I followed his gaze which dropped on my fingers looking for the ring.

"Thank you," I forced a smile, "the rings are still at home. I am too scared to lose it to bring it everywhere with me." I made up an excuse and I hardly thought he bought it but it worked to make him walk away with Carl.

I remained alone with the girl he cheated on me with, I wondered how many times he did it but I have no intention to ask her.

"So you're his assistant." I said, raising my eyebrow to let her deduce that I know.

She flashed a big smile when he heard my high peeked tone of voice.

"I am. Carl is a good boy, you're very lucky to have him." She replied, the feminine urge to pull her hair and tell her how much I hated them made me struggle to remain calm.

I smiled to her, "yes. Sometimes people deserve each others." I commented as pitiful as I wanted to sound.

I peeked Carl from the corner of my eye and I heard his voice shout, "Lily, he is my boss. He looked forward to meeting you."

I turned around and my heart stopped for a second to only charge and start racing as fast as never before.

His boss was Cameron Collins, CAMERON COLLINS. The boy I couldn't stop thinking about.

Cameron stretched his hand, "nice to meet you, I am Cameron Collins."

his gaze traveled through my body as if he was staring at a painting he wanted to purchase.

I wanted to dig my own grave standing in the middle of my almost-husband, the girl he cheated me on, and the guy I kissed.

I swallowed down and shook his hand, "I am Lily… his… his wife."