Kyle: Love, Promises And Lies (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5

Kyle's POV

It's been a week since the meeting. I was still in the verge of breaking down. The cut was still fresh. More and more blood dripped. Alex noticed it and told me to tell him what's wrong.

"I was just a bit under the weather, Sir." I replied still looking towards the computer. He was standing right in front of me with furrowed eyes seemingly not buying my excuse. "It's makes me feel uneasy seeing you like that. You were not like this before the meeting. What happened Ky?"

"I was just under the weather. I felt like I'm getting sick these past few days. It's nothing really." I felt annoyed now that he has no plan of dropping it.

"I know you Ky if there is something wrong going on I know that face. And it's not something to ignore. It may affect your work." He said as he massaged his temple.

"I was doing my work exactly how I was doing it the years I worked here. I think my work wasn't affected at all. Whatever is going on with me right now. It is my own business." Annoyed, without looking to him. I focused myself on the computer before me.

"It is not what I meant. I am trying to help. I know something is up with you since that meeting." He still pressed the issue. I want it to be dropped all at once.

"Whether it was the meeting or not, it is not your fucking business, Alex. You are my boss and I respect you. But stepping on my personal space and you are evading it was an exception and I am, not liking it because you are not helping me at all!" I stood up and raced towards the exit leaving Alex in a state of shock. I don't want people looking at me like that, especially Alex. I know what is written on his face, pity. I am not a kid or a helpless person to be pitied on. The only person who should feel sorry for me is me. Only me.

Like fate is purposely playing on me, I saw the billboard flash the face of Eric and Veronica held each other as they pose for a wedding photoshoot for Gucci. I sigh, I feel pathetic still prisoned with the memories of yesterday. I fucking need to move, but how? When I shut out all the people around me. Like trusting them is as hard as getting to the top of Mt. Everest. You are just afraid to be hurt again. My other self told me. Why can't I just forget it. Or drink it all away. Is this how you end up for loving someone more than yourself? Was I too selfish too selfish that I left no love for myself? Will the time come that this endless sorrow and pain disappear? I was a broken glass, each time I tried to pick up the pieces, I bled from the cut, but still impossible to mend the pieces into a perfectly shaped glass because the cracks were still visible.

I went to a Filipino Restaurant just three blocks away from the building. I am a regular here and I love their chicken and pork adobo. John waved his hand at me as I smiled back at him. He knows what I want to eat. As I said, I am a regular here.

"What's up Ky! Rough day eh?" John asked as he handed me a bowl of rice topped with pork adobo and Coke.

"How did you know?" I jokingly countered him in a question.

"Well it's written all over your gorgeous face. want to talk about it?" John offered. For a moment, my heart swelled with joy. I still felt that there are still people who cares for me.

"It's just work honestly. Stressed."

"Tsk, Alex had overdone it again, piling up work loads to his pretty personal assistant." John chuckled tapping the table.

"I cannot complain though. I have to work hard." Sighing as if I lost my appetite. Raising is left eye brow, he interrogated me further.

"So I guess this must be something serious then eh? Never ever seen you like this before." Worried, he sat down slowly as if he was all ears to listen. Can I ignore him this time? He is persistent and it makes me think to kick his ass right now because he ignored the fact that I am not going to spill it for how long God knows when.

"Just don't want to talk about it. Talking about it will drain half of my soul to the sewer." His eyes were shock this time. The hyperbole was just intense, and I want to laugh at myself. Why is that?

"I understand you are not okay talking about it. By the way, do you have plans tonight like are you free?" John asked.

"Not that I can think of, why?" I replied while digging a spoonful of rice and pork adobo. It was heaven.

"A band will be playing tonight. Drinks are on me don't worry. Just chill and relax. I know you will love it." John informed me with enthusiasm. Somehow I felt elated to the invite.

"Sure, I am coming just don't forget about the free drinks. And oh sisig as well okay?"

John just chuckled at my sudden interest. "Okay Kylaaa, anything for you."

"Why do you keep on calling me Kyla? You and Leo are impossible." I rolled my eyes which amused John more.

"See you later then?" John asked as we stood up together after paying the bill.

"Later" I waved at him and went out of the restaurant with a grin in my face.