Nobody Loved Me Like You Do

💋CHAPTER 38💋

I guess that's it for me and Callan.

He made it clear that we were never in a relationship which has me thinking why he kissed me, why he touched me, why he fucked me in the first place if he never had any feelings for me. That's right, he was using me.

What I felt for him was real while he was out here playing with me.

After I made my way out, I hoped that he'd come after me and tell me that he never meant everything he said but he never did.

My job doesn't end till 4pm but I decided to just head straight home. Fuck Ivy, fuck my job. I don't care if she fires me. I'm broken and I just wanna be alone.

I spent 3 days at home and I bet Ivy and Giselle are wondering why I haven't been reporting for work. I'm in a lot of pain right now. I can't sleep at night without thinking about it. It's the last thought in my head before I drift off to sleep. I wake up in the morning not knowing how I was able to sleep.

Waking up feels like a chore now.

Every 2 minutes I remember me and Callan's heated argument, I begin to cry. Then I cheer up for another 5 minutes only to end up crying uncontrollably all over again.

I want to get out of this misery. I want to get back on track. I wish I could go back in time and change things. Maybe I would have never let Callan into my life.

Tangled up in a coverlet on my sofa, I constantly check my phone to see if he has called or texted but nothing...

I try to send him a text message.

Me: Asshole

Message not sent ⚠️

What the fuck!? I'm sure my WiFi is alright. I try to click on his profile but it's blank.

He blocked me..

That just brings even more tears to my eyes. Burying my face in the pillow, my tears wet it and I scream my pain out.

My phone rings and I quickly let go of my pillow thinking it's Callan that has called but to my disappointment, it's Ivy. Ugh. I lay back down on the sofa and sigh, letting the phone ring for a while until I finally gain the courage to answer the call.

I don't wait for Ivy to say anything, "I know you called to fire me".

"Absolutely not," Ivy denies. "I called to find out how you're doing, we're extremely worried".

I sigh. "I'm alright," I lie.

"Listen, I heard the argument between you and Callan..." Ivy enlightens but I hear Giselle whisper yelling in the background.

When she says that, tears flow down my cheeks again but I place my hand on my mouth so that Ivy wouldn't hear.

"Uh, I just wanted to let you know that we're here for you. You can come talk to me," Ivy offers.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine," I assure.

I wish that were true.

"Alright. Take as much time as possible," she says. "Bye".

She hangs up. I deliberately let my phone slip out of my hand and continue drowning in my misery.

Giselle Collymore's POV

I met Olivia at the picnic weeks ago. She's such a sweet girl. We first started talking when she caught sight of my Yorkshire Terrier puppy. She thought he was adorable. We spoke about dog breeds and from there we became friends.

When Olivia told me about what transpired at the gym with Kashmere, I honestly didn't know how to react. It was sad and funny at the same time.

Kashmere hasn't had a problem with her weight, at least that's what I know. She had never complained to me about it for the past 3 years that I have known her. A year back, she swore to never ever go to the gym so I was completely taken aback when I heard she had stepped foot in there.

Kashmere wasn't pleased when I re-explained everything to Ivy but that was a funny story I couldn't keep to myself. After mocking her, Kashmere puts her focus on her phone whilst me and Ivy do our task behind the bar.

Callan is advancing towards the bar shed. Does he want a drink? To our surprise, he yanks Kashmere's arm and drags her away.

What the fuck.

Ivy and I share glances before following them and hearing yelling in the locker room. We aren't able to hear clearly what the argument is about but Ivy insists we go closer and eavesdrop.

"No Ivy. Don't you think we should give them privacy?" I ask.

"I just wanna make sure everything is alright. What if he tries to hurt her?" Ivy says.

Affirmative but knowing Ivy, it's just her curiosity. She knows damn well that the girl will probably not tell us everything so she takes it upon herself to find out.

We move closer and place our ears against the locker room door.

After a while of listening, Kashmere's yelling is soon replaced with Callan's raised voice, "Well fuck off, I don't need you!"

Ouch. That made both Ivy and I to flinch.

When Kashmere says "Bye Callan" that's when we know she's about to head out, so me and Ivy quickly run back to the bar shed and act like we were there the entire time. We see Kashmere walking towards the exit with tears in her eyes. Ivy tries to go after her but I stop her.

What about Callan?

Ivy and I share a look before I slowly stalk towards the lockeroom and hear Callan crying.

And I thought boys don't cry.