My Best Friend's Brother (Completed)

Chapter 14

Marissa's POV

After everything that happened between me and William, I was personally just over it. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I deserved better. I love myself more than to get run down by Anthony. And I will not let any other man do that to me ever again. The next day, after William and I hooked up, I told him to fuck off, and sent him a giant paragraph. After that I ended up blocking him. Thankfully, he didn't message me back, or show any interest in talking to me. As he could easily do it.

After the weekend passed, I headed into work. I was excited to get back to work. For so long I have distanced myself from my work. Samantha had clearly noticed it.

She hadn't said anything, thank God. She let me do my own thing, she knew I was a hard worker, and that I would make up for everything that I've kind of dropped down to the ground. The first day of work, when I was back to my normal self. I walked straight in. Like a boss. I was a boss. I was dressed up nicely, my hair done, and my make up done. As soon as I walked in Samantha had a huge smile on her face. She knew I was back. She knew I was ready to do business. I was a huge asset to her. I knew how to do business, I knew how to design. I knew how to make her money. I wanted to make her proud.

A few years ago, I met Samantha on the street. She and I quickly became friends. She gave me a chance. She believes in me. And I'm so grateful for her every single day. Every day she proves more and more that she is my friend. Rather than just a coworker. Of course she has to be my boss sometimes, but she is still my friend the other portion of time. I am so lucky to have her like that.

"Seems like my girl is back! I'm so happy to have you back Marissa. I've been waiting. Now it's designing some clothes, and kicking ass. We have a new collection coming up soon. I'm glad you're back in time. We're gonna blow these people out of the water."

Samantha had a huge smile on her face. I nodded. Both her and I headed into the conference room, gathered with four other girls. For the next two hours, we discussed tons of designs for dresses, and business suits for women. We worked so hard these next three hours. Gathering tons of ideas, and getting ready for the new launch that is happening in the next few months. It took forever to truthfully get this done. So many ideas we go through, hundreds actually. And we truthfully only needed 10 ideas. I was excited. They should be my new project. This will be my new thing to focus on. And nothing will take that away from me.

4 hours later

It was finally lunchtime. I was ready to enjoy my turkey sandwich that I had made earlier this morning. I spent so much time on my turkey sandwich, or my lunch to be precise. If I was going to get dressed up, and do my best to work, I better have a good meal for it.

I took my sandwich out of the bag, but before I could even pick it up, my phone rang. I put my mind off of the sandwich, and grabbed my phone. My phone said an unknown caller. I was wary of answering with everything that has happened this past few weeks, but I decided to answer anyway. Something was telling me too. Stupid as that sounds. When I answered the phone, I said hello, rather than leaving blinded. After about 10 seconds, I believe that this was just a prank call. Or spam. But somebody spoke up.

Anthony's pov

(20 minutes earlier)

I need to talk to her. Things are going so horrible in my life, I had nothing left. Jenna, she was destroying me. Taking my money, and crushing me businesswise. Throwing out so many rumors, and destroying my name. Necklace, I haven't seen in a while. She told me to see him, but when I try to, to make myself look better, she tells me to fuck off. So how am I supposed to win? I'm not. It's a lose lose situation.

I grab my phone, which sits on my desk. I click on the photo icon, and start scrolling through my photos. I scroll back farther and farther, as the years slowly pass on. Finally, I hit our photos. Mine in the recess. I look at these all the time. But sadly I have not looked at them for a while. Not as much as I would like to. They remind me of a good time. When I was truly happy. Truly in life. And I saw a future with a girl. But that feature was quickly wiped away when I decided to make a stupid decision. I can no longer be with her anymore. But that wasn't the truth. I could be with her! And I damn sure we'll try. Whether she was with somebody now or not. She will be mine. I will show her that she belongs to me, and that I belong to her. And that we were meant to be together.

I quickly swiped out of the photo app, and clicked the phone app. I quickly dial her number, not allowing myself to think anything through. And before I know it, the phone is ringing. She won't recognize my phone number. I have never contacted her through it. So there's no way she would know. The phone rang for a few seconds, before it picked up. Her sweet voice spoke. I know it was her automatically. Her voice has not changed one bit. It was so sweet, and soft. I waited a few seconds, not sure what to say. As the cell phone call was a spur of the moment.

"Marissa? Hey. I'm not sure if this is a good time, if it's not. I can come back another time."

Silence. She didn't say a word. It worried me. But at the same time, she hadn't hung up. She was thinking. Of what to say, just like I did. About a full minute passed, and still nothing. But the line was still there. I could hear her breathing. But no words were spoken. I didn't want to speak though. I knew so much was going through her little head, but I didn't wanna freak her out. So much was racing through. I'll because of me.

"Hi, I don't know if I can talk. I don't think this is a good time."

She finally replied. At least she talked to me. Rather than just hanging up. I take it as a win. A small win, but at least it was a win.

"That's fine, I'm at work. I figure you are too. I can call you later? Today at seven or something? Or would you prefer another day? I just want to talk to you... Please."

She didn't say anything again. But this time it wasn't as long. It only took a few seconds for her to spit out another sentence.

"Anthony,"

This time she finally addressed it with me.

"I don't wanna talk to you. I'm sorry."

I wanted to say something. But before I could even open my mouth to reply, the line went dead. A lot of people at this point would give up. Not even try, but that was not me. I didn't wanna aggravate her, and call her back. So I chose to just leave it. But there was no way in hell I was just going to drop everything that happened between me and her. I know I did not waste years of my life, loving this girl. I made a mistake, and I am going to do everything in my power to show her that I still love her. And that her and I belong together