A Lover To Him

Chapter Eleven, Angry phone calls

I see the black car drive away after a couple of minutes, making me mentally curse Caine to death. I open the door and enter the apartment building, feeling anger rise as I realize that Caine actually had me followed. He had me followed around by some black car. 

That fucking bastard. 

I have no clue who the driver was, but I'm almost entirely sure that there were more people in the car than one. The driver could've been Michael, but I couldn't see the face of the driver clearly from where I'm standing. 

The car did seem to be the exact copy of the car Michael drove when he dropped me off at the hotel where Caine's staying right now. It's a simple black SUV that has blinded windows. 

My apartment building is a simple white building that looks identical to any other apartment building in this area. They're all white with a lot of windows, and the design is identical. The rent is perfect for two or more persons, and the neighborhood is nice. Everything else is close by. 

I can feel my anger rising again as I drop my bags to the floor and throw my keys in the little bowl with all the other keys. I can't believe he had the audacity to have me followed around. I can't believe he would do something like this. 

He knows how much I value my own privacy, and he's invading it with this crazy idea. He knows he has to respect my privacy, but he doesn't seem to care. He can't tell me he brought me into from the back of the hotel because he valued my privacy and then have me followed around by someone else. 

It's almost as if he doesn't trust me. 

I thought we were starting to trust each other again, slowly repairing the big wall of unsaid things between us, but it feels like we're back to square one. I thought Caine trusted me, but this shows how hard he finds it to trust anyone. He has serious trusting issues, and it's so serious that I think he should visit someone to talk about this. 

It can't keep going on like this. 

If he doesn't trust me, it also makes it difficult for me to trust him. Especially, since he's so closed off from me, and I don't seem to have a clue what's going on inside his head. It makes it difficult and complicated for me to believe his intentions are true and honest. It makes it difficult to decide if he's playing a game with me, or if he's honest. 

I need to let him know what I think about this. 

I search the browser for Caine's number or the one of his secretary, realizing in my head that he might have changed his number since I last saw him. I still have his old number on my phone because I never had the courage to delete it. 

I think it secretly made it real that we would officially be over, and I didn't want it to be real. I didn't want to realize that all we shared would be in the past forever, and I wanted to hold on to the little hope I had of us getting back together. 

Over time, I forgot I even had his number on my phone as I continued to live my life separate from his.  Every time, I bought a new phone, I would just restore a backup from my old phone, and the number would still be in my contacts. 

I find the number of his secretary online, and I dial the number. My hands are a little shaky because of the amount of anger I hold right now, but I'm completely shocked that Caine had me followed around. He's making me so confused with everything he does, that I don't even know what I feel besides anger right now. 

"Hello, welcome to Williams Enterprises, Luca speaking. How may I help you?" The voice of a young woman echoes into my ear, and I take a minute to calm myself down to answer her. She doesn't have to hear how angry I am.