The Defendant ✧ (Bill Gambini x reader)

15.

"Gather around folks" Mr Porter addressed.

My colleagues and I huddled around the table. Usually, Bill and I would sit together but we couldn't even give each other eye contact let alone say a word. "Sales have been doing really good lately, I'm impressed. So, this week I'm pairing you up to see if we can achieve even higher" he continued on.

"Do we get to pick our partners?" Someone asked.

"No I've got a list prepared so listen up" it felt like we were in school again.

I got along with most people at work so I didn't have many objections. "Bill Gambini and...Y/n L/n" he called out. I sighed quietly, I knew he felt awkward too. We were dismissed from the board room and headed over to his desk. A photo frame of Blair was still there, I grimaced.

"How've you been?" He asked, breaking the ice after a while. "Peachy keen" I replied flatly. Bill began scribbling down notes of companies as I typed away at his computer. I'd find myself sometimes glancing at him but turning away sharply before he even noticed. "How's the pregnancy?" I blurted out. I didn't actually care but the curiosity got the better of me.

"It's okay I suppose, we haven't really spoken about it" he shrugged, I was surprised. "Do you still care about me?" I asked in a hushed voice. Bill turned to me, took off his glasses to rub his eyes before placing them back on the bridge of his nose. "Course I do, I never stopped Y/n. It's just...Complicated" he answered.

We looked at each other. God those lips...I felt touch-deprived. I couldn't hate Bill even if I wanted to, he was a part of me that I needed. "Blair's hosting a baby shower next week. Very early days I know but I would love it if you came" he said, eyes hopeful.

'Bleurgh' 

"You know I'm only going for you, right?" 

He chuckled "I'd do the same for you."

Then I got even more curious. "If I found somebody else, would you be mad?"

His body appeared to stiffen as he took in my words. He thought and thought, almost acting as if he wasn't going to give me an answer. "It's your life, do what makes you happy," he said. Smart, he avoided my question. "But would you-"

He stood up. "Coffee?"

"Sure" I nodded.

With that, he walked away into the office kitchen. I was almost certain I hit a nerve which made me wonder...Just how jealous would Bill get?