Finding Forever

Chapter 4

Skywalker's P.O.V.

For the rest of the day, I can't stop thinking about Jace England. He is extremely sexy and seems nice, but I am not sure if I am ready to even think about dating yet. By 2:50 p.m., I have my computer turned off, the drawers of my desk and filing cabinets locked, and I have my belongings so I can leave.

Stepping up to Mr. Hill's open office door, I gently knock while saying; "I'm leaving now, sir. Have a good evening."

"Bye Sky, you too," he answers with a bright smile as he looks over at me from his comput.

Next Week Wednesday -

Man, I miss my kids! They have been with Jaycob for the last five days now, and they won't be back until Friday after school. I don't sleep well when they are not home with me even though I know they are fine with their dad. I normally FaceTime them every night from 6:30 p.m. until 7 p.m. The kids are having a good time, so that makes me happy.

Groaning l, I roll out of bed to get dressed for a day filled with meetings. Padding into the en-suite bathroom to shower, lotion myself after drying off with the lavender scented cream, and get dressed. I'm wearing a long sleeve lavender shirt, khaki pants, black socks, and black Doc Martens.

Once I have brushed my teeth and hair, I exit the bathroom in my room to grab my satchel with everything I need packed inside already, my keys and wallet off the dresser. Leaving the house, I lock the door behind me before walking over to my van, climb inside, and drive off to work. I stop at a coffee shop to buy myself a large frozen chai tea latte, and a breakfast bagel.

Exiting the elevator ten minutes later, I finish the bagel sandwich, and I drop my bag off at my desk, underneath it where my legs would rest. I grab the needed items for the first part of the day before heading to the conference room. I set everything out - the files, a pen, and a notebook at each seat before brewing two pots of coffee - regular and decaf.

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Hill and Mr. England enter the room as they laugh over something. Neither man notice me as I am standing in the corner behind them as I mess with the coffee cart. They sit down at the long table to continue to talk, but what they are discussing has me angry, hurt, and disgusted.

"Man, I cannot wait to be able to fuck into Skywalker's tight, bubble butt," Mr. England says with a chuckle and a smirk over at my boss.

Tears sting my eyes at his laughter, and his harsh words. I cannot helps the strangled sob that escapes my throat. Their heads snap over to me in surprise, and their happy expressions instantly drop into guilt expressions at the sight of me.

Without a word to either of them, I run from the room to my desk to grab my bag before making a mad dash to the elevator. I know I shouldn't have let myself hope that Mr. England wanted to only know me for no other reason than to fuck me.

Jace's P.O.V.

Fuck! I have royally fucked myself at any chance of getting to know Skywalker by not checking to make sure he wasn't in the room. Harold and I were just having a fun conversation with some truth in it, but I shouldn't have voiced that comment here.

Watching his face and body language become sad, angry, and worst of all, hurt as tears well in his beautiful blue eyes. His lower lip trembles as he runs from the room, and I instantly feel guilty as hell.

Harold and I briefly look at each other before I am running out of the room to find Skywalker. Entering the hallway with his cubicle, he isn't at that, but I see him entering the elevator with his bag clutches tightly against his chest like a lifeline. When he turns around to press the level one button, my heart shatters at what I have done to him - he has silent tears streaming down his flushed, and blotchy face.

"Fuck!" I mutter to myself after the elevator door shuts.

"Where is Sky? We're you able to speak with him?" Harold sadly asks as he steps next to me on my right.

"He just left in the elevator. No, I want able to speak with him before he left," I murmur as I look at my best friend. "He isn't going to speak with me now which I don't blame him for either. Man, I am such an asshole."

"You and me both, Jace," Harold mumbles as he scrubs his hands over his face in frustration. "I have a bad feeling that he is going to quit or make my life here hell. Honestly if he does either, I don't blame him on whatever his decision will be."

"He is going to make my life more of a living hell than you, if he even speaks with me," I mumble as I run my fingers through my hair in frustration at my insensitivity and stupidity.

"How do I make things right with him?" I question more to myself than Harold, and I don't expect an answer either.

Harold just looks at me sadly with a shrug of his shoulders as we make our way back the conference room slowly; we still have work to complete. Ugh, I have to figure out how to make this up to Skywalker, and soon.

By the end of the day at 6 p.m., I am so physically and mentally drained from the meetings, and worrying about Skywalker.

"Let's go out to dinner, and we can brainstorm how we can make this up to Skywalker," Harold states as we grab our belongings.

Nodding at him as I mumble; "Yeah, that's a good idea."