the colleague thing

halloween

It's finally Saturday and I nearly spend the whole day with Sebbi in bed, watching horror movies to get into the mood for a Halloween party.

"Are you excited for tonight?", he asks, eating crisps.

I shake my head. "But I'm scared. Because we're drinking." I look at him. "Do you have a costume yet?"

He laughs. "Of course I have. But I won't tell you because it's a surprise."

"Rude. I won't tell you mine either."

He laughs and sits up. "You're going as black widow. Everyone knows that, doll, sorry to disappoint you here."

I slap my hand on my heart. "Get out of my room! I don't need this kind of negativity here!"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Care to share a porn before I go back to my room to get ready?"

I roll my eyes at him and sit up, too.

"As long as you're with her, I won't get naked when you're in the same room. At least not on purpose when I'm sober."

I get up but he drags me back again, onto his lap holding me tight.

"I'm going to end it...", he rubs my back, his lips nearly touching mine as he presses a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. I run my hand through his hair before I pull away.

"I don't believe you...", I whisper. I close my eyes so he doesn't see tears forming in them.

"Why? I never lied to you..."

I laugh and push him away to get up. "Actually you did... when I was in New York. You said we'll be happy and we'll work it out. And that you love me. And then you took ages to reply, denied my calls... and came here with Margarita. Like..." I shake my head.

"I thought you were happy... the last time...the last weeks here", he says.

I take a deep breath and wipe my eyes before looking at him. 

"I am not... seeing you with her hurts me, Sebastian, I just don't like to show it. You know what? And after we had sex it was only hurting more... you know what? She asked me for help, because you're always telling her that I make you feel special in a way no one else can. She wants to do that, too. So... if you're not going to end it with her, give me her fucking number and I'll tell her what she has to do... so then... you don't need me anymore."

He looks at me with wide eyes, taken aback before he gets up.

"But I don't want her to... Amara, please..."

I look up to him and softly cup his face with my hands. "Please, Sebbi, please stop hurting me... and if you can't be with me... then let me go." I press a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away and gather my clothes. "I'll see you at the party later."

I leave him standing there and lock the bathroom door behind me so he can't follow.

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I'm ready to go when my phone buzzes. 

Chris: Amara! SOS! Need your help! ASAP!

I smile at that and grab everything I need. This suit has a ridiculous amount of pockets. I don't even need a bag. The party's in the hotel bar again. They promised me to have spooky deco.

Quickly I slip out of my room and knock at Chris door before coming in.

"What's the matter, daddy, what's going on?" I scratch Dodger before looking up to see Chris standing there in high heels, a pink glitter dress and a blonde wig. But the dress looks...twisted.