Upon Meeting You

33

sorry for not publishing in a while. I just didn't want to write this stupid ass chapter.

"The point isn't that you kissed him Lenora! It's that you kissed him and then had the audacity to come inside and fuck me!" He hisses quietly so that no ones else in the office hears.

"I know!" I sob quietly. "I'm sorry! I don't know what else you want me to do!" My voice strains through strangled cries.

"Why? Just why? You could have sent me home— You could have told me!"

"I know.." My cries quiet as he continues his rant.

"Why did you kiss him?" His voice quiets.

"Because I told him to leave me alone... and when he left it was the only time he listened to what I had to say. I panicked!" My face feels hot and I wipe the blur from my eyes. "It was just one last time before we went our separate ways—"

"—Because you love him." He looks at me expectantly with his arms crossed.

"No! No baby, I don't love him." I stand from the desk and walk over to him pulling his face down. He fights it and looks away, hurt. "I don't love him. I loved him. But I don't anymore. I love you. I've loved you." I kiss his cheek pulling his face towards me, attempting to get him to look at me. "Please, Kendric... I love you." He allows his head to fall to me. His forehead touches mine and he closes his eyes in concentration.

"I love you too, Nora." He kisses my forehead. "But I need some time." He pulls away from me entirely, grabbing his coat and leaving my office.

I move to my desk, grabbing a pen and begin scrawling my signature on the files given to me by Wilkes. I go ahead and grab the two binders that I had been meaning to bring to him and storm to his office. He is sitting at his desk content with himself, until seeing my mascara covered blotchy face.

"Here—" I grab the files. "—Are your papers." I throw them across his desk and they scatter everywhere. "Here are the documents you'll need for next week." I grab the top binder, chucking it at him in his chair. He lifts his hand protecting himself and it falls to the ground after hitting his arm. "And here—" I lift the last binder. "Are the ones you'll need for the week after." I open it, letting everything from inside fall to the floor. I turn around and attempt to walk out.

"I still need the binder. Not just the files." He says cockily. I take it as an opportunity and chuck the empty binder in my hand, at his head. He's too slow this time and it hits him in the cheek, knocking him over.

"Let me know if I can get you anything else, Mr. Daine." I turn around once again, storming out of the room and slamming it shut on my way out.

I pace around my office tugging at the roots of my hair.

"What the fuck do I do now?" I mumble to myself. "He fucked everything up."

I fucked everything up. I should have never kissed him that night.

I anxiously count down the minutes before I get to leave the office. When the time comes, I walk directly outside, not stopping to speak to anyone.

—

I slam the door of my home shut and walk to the kitchen. I open the top cabinet that contains all of my liquor and open a bottle, filling a cup halfway full.

I hold it in my hand as I walk towards my room. I slowly strip while taking small sips from my cup, leaving a trail of clothes.

When I get to my bathroom, I turn on the water for the shower and let it heat up. Steam begins rising to the ceiling and covering my mirrors as the water continues to get hotter.