Not Good For You

Jack

I am fuming.
How dare Cheryl go into Rachel's coffee shop and spout a bunch of fucking bullshit! I want Rachel to trust me, not think that I am playing away and fucking up her heart.

I pace around my office a few times trying to calm down, but I can't. I am beyond angry. I kick an office chair aside before I get to my desk and pick up my office phone.
I dial a number and Cheryl answers instantly, "Jack, darling! How are you! Last -." Her clingy voice calls down the phone.

"Listen, bitch, I don't know what your fucking problem is but how DARE you go to Rachel's work! You know I didn't leave that fucking event with you or fuck you!" I interrupt her.

"Jack, there's no need to talk to me like that."

"There's every fucking need! You are a clingy, evil cow and I will not having you ruining my relationship with Rachel. Yeah, me and you fucked a few times.. big deal! I was using you. You will never get the pleasure of being with me ever again. If you ever contact Rachel again, you will be sorry." I snap down the phone before slamming it back into its cradle.

I take a deep breath and sit down. Ok, maybe I shouldn't have done that, but I am so unbelievably angry.

I buzz Joyce and ask her to come into my office and then sit back down on my chair. Joyce enters the office a few seconds later, gives me a dirty look and sits opposite me.

"Can I help you?" She mutters curtly.

"Come on now, Joyce, enough with the attitude. Remember I am still your boss." I warn her.

She looks at me a little guiltily, "I'm sorry, Jack. I just really like Rachel and I don't want you to hurt her."

"I like her too and I'm trying not to hurt her. Like I'd aid to you yesterday, I know it's wrong that I took Cheryl to the event. I openly admit that. However, I did not leave the event with her or sleep with her. I am not lying."

Joyce, the woman who has worked with me for an awfully long time, looks into my eyes, "I believe you."

"Thank god. We need to get Rachel to believe me now."

"I will help, don't worry."

"Thank you. Can you send her more flowers please and give her a call? She will answer the phone to you and ask her if she will speak to me." I ask Joyce.

Joyce nods and gets up out of the chair, "I will do it now."

She returns back to her dress while I dial Rachel, but she doesn't answer. I try once more and then the up, praying that she will speak to Joyce instead.

A few minutes later, Joyce pops her head around my office door.

"Come in." I tell her.

She's holding a takeaway cup of coffee and placed it on my desk before giving me a sad look, "I'm sorry. She says she just wants a bit of time alone."

I throw my head back and roar, causing Joyce to jump, "Fucking Cheryl!" I bellow.

"Jack, calm down! Rachel will come back to you, I'm sure if it. I'm fairly sure that girl loves you."

I look at Joyce and raise my eyebrows, "L... love?"

"Yes, Jack, love. It's a deep emotion that some humans feel."

"Don't. Why do you think she loves me?" I ask her.

"I can see it in the girls eyes."

"She can't love me. I'm fucked up. I'm not good enough."

"You are good enough. You just need to rein in that temper of yours and commit to her."

I shake my head, "I don't know. After Chloe..."

"Chloe is a wrong one. Rachel is not." Joyce reassures me.

I know she's right; I know she is. But it's still hard to think about sharing my life completely with someone. Opening up my heart again.