Chapter 17 - Past Or Present?

As I predicted the news spread fast, so fast that in the following hour everyone went to talk to me to let me know how sorry they were.

I didn't need their complacency, I just needed them to stop talking to me and asking me how I was.

When I told them I was fine, they seemed disappointed as if I had to cry or complain about the failure of my marriage.

Some of them even glowered at them, they probably expected me to tell them about every salient detail on the wedding.

Unfortunately for them and the gossip of the city, our relationship ended without any drama involved. I didn't key his car even if the thought crossed my mind for some instant when I was drunk.

I didn't even threaten his family or drain him any money.

We just closed the page of our history as if it was one of the books you loved to read but you hated the last chapter. Slamming it close violently wondering how was it possible that you liked a book so much even if it ended in such a terrible way.

The relationship with Carl was like that, an amazing book with a terrible ending.

"There is a client who wants to buy one of the exposed cars, but he keeps complaining about the prices." My assistant came, and I immediately stood up, walking to the second floor where all our best cars were exposed.

I climbed the stairs fastly, and as soon as I reached the top of the stairs I gasped for the air. I took deep long breathes, and after regathering, my breathes I walked slowly past the floor looking for the client.

He turned around and there was him, none other than Carl holding a bouquet and smiling at me.

"I told Sophie to make up this excuse because that would be the only way I can talk to you." He said, but I shook my head and immediately turned around to walk back to the stairs.

He stretched for my hand and turned me around, he took one step forward.

"I noticed you removed me from your friends on every social media; I am sorry, that was a terrible way to tell you the girl I cheated you on is…"

I interrupted him, "If I removed you from my friends it's because I don't want you to see anywhere!"

He held my hand gripping onto it and pulling me closer to him.

"My purpose wasn't hurting you, I never wanted to hurt you or to confess my mistakes in such a terrible way. I hope one day, we can start over?"

His words gave me a headache, he was telling me to start over when I am sure his assistant, also known as his lover, is at home waiting for him.

"I am fine, I am glad you moved on because I did as well," I said, pulling away from his grip and taking a few steps back.

His gaze grew concerned and perplexed, he tilted his head to the side and contemplate what I just said for a few seconds.

"Have you met someone?" He asked with a vulnerable voice.

"It's not your business." I scoffed mentally cursing my assistant for having lied to me.

I didn't want to see him, he had this great talent of ruining my days.

"I am not surprised, you're a beautiful woman.." I heard him start as I walked away, but I ignored his no sense talk to climb down the stars.

He called my name a few more times until his voice faded and the last thing I heard is the noise of the door opening and my steps echoing inside.

"Never do that again." I rebuked my assistant with a scolding strict tone of voice.

"Never," I rectified and the girl blushed to bend her head, "never again. Or I will have to fire you."

The girl immediately apologized to me multiple times until I softened my face and smiled at her to let her deduce I accepted her apology.

I wasn't truly mad at her, I knew she did it with good intentions but as someone with a good position I had to set boundaries and she crossed the limit the moment she lied to me.

Three coffee and several hours later, I finally locked my office and left work, as soon as I sat in the car I turned my phone on and the notific of a message from an unknown number enlightened my screen.

I skimmed through it, 'I guess I have changed my mind, I have a desperate need to get my jacket back. As soon as possible.'

I giggled and quickly texted back, 'I'm sure you have plenty of jackets at home, Mister CC.'

I let the phone fall in the bag and I started the car, smiling like an idiot as I drove back home.

I took my phone as soon as I parked the car, I had never wanted to read a message so much since I was in college.

'Yes, plenty is not enough to define how many jackets I have. But none of those is the one I am looking for right now.'

I giggled loudly, I doubted he was referring to his jacket now, my fingers began to tap on the screen loudly but I had to stop myself before I sent the message I unconsciously typed.

I deleted it as fastly as I typed it and type a new one, 'If you insist, I just came back from work now. I can send you the jacket to your address.'

I smirked off my face, I knew I was making it hard for him but I wanted to know how much he wanted to see me using such a silly excuse as the jacket.

'I need it now, I will come to get it.'

He replied and I smiled, I felt the fluttering in my stomach and my heartbeat increased, I was so happy to see him that in an eyeblink I forgot the terrible day I had.

The happiness lasted about a few seconds until I remembered the awful condition I was in, my make-up needed to be fixed, my clothes changed and I probably had to take a shower too.