A Lover To Him

Chapter Seven, Seeing Mr. Williams

"Alright, I'll see you on Monday, Aspen. I have the day off tomorrow." I wave Aspen goodbye as I walk towards the exit of the hospital, glad that my shift is finally over. Today has been a very long day with a lot that needed to be done. I'm craving a long hot shower and something to eat. 

I suppose we still have some leftover Chinese food I can heat up if Dylan didn't eat it already. If she did, I might have to order some food because I don't have the energy anymore to cook a complete meal for myself. I also hope that Dylan did the groceries today because our fridge is almost empty, and I don't think we have enough food for breakfast if the groceries haven't been done. 

"Yes, enjoy your lazy Sunday, girl. I'll talk to you later. Go see that handsome man you cared for the past ten days. I'm sure he would be interested." It takes me a while to realize that Aspen is talking about Caine, making a foolish smile appear on my face without me realizing it

"You mean, Mr. Williams?" I ask her, seeing her smile widely as she nods. I shake my head out of disbelief before I open my mouth.

"I'm not going to see Mr. Williams, Aspen," I state, making her look at me in confusion. She gives me a weird look before she opens her mouth to argue with me.

"Why not? Because you guys have a history together? I saw those signs from a mile away, but it doesn't mean you can't go out with him. He's attractive, handsome, pretty funny too I suppose. Why not." She asks, giving me a skeptical look.

I'm surprised it was visible from so far away.

"Because he and I have a history that is complicated and messy. I don't have time for messy and complicated right now." I state, making her nod in agreement before a sheepish smile appears.

"What if you talked to him and made it less complicated and messy?" I can't argue with her on this point because she's somehow right. Our history doesn't have to be so complicated. If we communicate well, everything will be clear right?

Also, I did agree to him spending time with me for two weeks, and in those two weeks, he had promised me to explain himself and why things happened the way they did.

I don't know how long it will take him to explain everything to me, but I suppose I'm willing to wait for it for a while to get the answers to my questions. I would understand if he needed some time to think about it before he talks to me. The reasons mostly seemed very personal at the time, and they still seem rather personal to him.

I wanted to ignore him so badly, and I did for about a week, but that's when I realized I might need the explanation. I never stopped wondering why he left me because I thought it was real between us, whatever it was. I loved him so deeply, and I know I might not need the explanation now, but in the future, I might. 

He's making me so confused about so many things.

I have no clue if I'll ever see him again after he leaves Britain. This is the only shot at an explanation I got, and I need to take it with both hands. Dylan told me I might need the explanation, but I refused to listen to her then. 

I'm following Dylan's advice anyway. 

"Excuse me, miss." The voice makes me snap out of my thoughts and look at the stranger who spoke to me. A pretty tall man is standing in front of me, totally dressed in a black suit that seems rather hot to be wearing in this kind of summer weather.

His muscles are clearly visible under the tight sleeves of his black jacket, and he doesn't seem to be someone you want to be angry with you. He looks pretty distant and reserved, and black shades cover his eyes. He takes his hands out of the pockets of his trousers and raises his eyebrows at me from under his shades when he notices the gaze I shoot him.