Savior

Four: Wes

I practically flew to my uncle's office after Mia stormed out. I threw on the jeans I wore to the bar the night before and grabbed some shirt from my laundry pile. I ushered Lucy out the door and jumped into my Jeep, all in a matter of minutes. I KNEW going out last night was a bad idea. I knew it. I could feel it before I even agreed. Channing, however, was not about to let me off the hook. And I? Well, I was one of those suckers that couldn't seem to say no to anything. Hence why I once again ended up taking Lucy home. THAT was beginning to become way too much of a habit. She was definitely starting to think we were more serious than we were or would ever be. She was... fun, very fun. But she wasn't someone I saw myself settling down with, ever. Yet again, Wes and his inability to fucking say no. I really needed to get better at that before I ruined my entire fucking life...

Oh wait.

I kept calling Mia from my Bluetooth set up, but she never answered. She probably hated me now. Couldn't say that I blamed her. Hated myself a bit if we were being honest. I tried to tell myself that if she had told me what I was doing, I wouldn't have gone out. I wouldn't have taken Lucy home. I wouldn't have smoked way more weed than one human probably should in less than two hours... but it wasn't true. It didn't matter because I didn't think of anyone but my fucking self. Ever. Yeah, I definitely hated myself.

The worst part? That look in her eyes. That glossy, 'I can't believe I trusted you,' disappointed look in her chocolate brown eyes. It was a shot straight to the fucking heart. I'd seen the disappointed look by a fair share of people in my twenty-nine years, but fuck, seeing it from Mia rocked me for some reason. Rocked me right to my core. Things had been going really well the last few weeks. She got annoyed by my jokes at times, but for the most part, she just smiled and laughed at me. And God, her laugh could make a deaf man grin. The other night when she was over and we ordered in, I was more at ease than I had been with anyone in my place. Even Channing and he was supposedly my best friend. She had a boyfriend, and I knew that, but... something about being with Mia, being AROUND Mia... it just felt right. And now I had messed it all up, just like I always did.

I didn't even bother waiting for the elevator, just took the stairs, taking two, sometimes three at a time (benefit of having long legs). Despite the fact that I hadn't played in almost a year, I never stopped training, so at least I was still in decent shape and wouldn't be gasping for air like a fish out of water when I finally reached the eighth floor. Didn't stop by the front desk, nothing, just bolted for Mia's office.

But she wasn't there.

Fuck.

I was too late.

I rounded the corner and headed for the big office where you know who resided. To my surprise, his door was open, and he was alone.

"Weston?" he asked, looking up at me, confusion marring his features. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I stated through heavy breaths. Okay, maybe I was slightly out of shape. "Mia... around?"

He cocked an eyebrow and stared at me. "Not at the moment. She said she wasn't feeling well..."

"Right. Yeah... okay..."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yep. Fine. I'll see you!"

"Wes. Are you sleeping with her?"

"WHAT!?" I jerked back in shock. I mean, I wouldn't say no, but I wasn't actively trying. Not at the moment anyway. She'd probably sooner light me on fire than have sex with me... "No! Why would you ask that?"

"People don't usually come running in looking for their PR agent like they'd just realized they're in love with them."

"I... I'm not... no..."