Even Better Together

chapter eleven

Hunter

Four days.

It's been four fucking days since I saw Sophia step out of that sports car.

She messaged me a few times asking what had happened and why I was there at her apartment.

I just ignored her direct question and said we will speak soon, making excuses that I was busy. I mean, not excuses because I have been busy with work.

I've been holding bartender interviews with Jack all week. The club is getting way too popular for our current staffing levels, so I need to hire at least three new bar staff.

Now here I am, Friday night at the club, sat in my office alone, scanning through my usual weekly paperwork.

I can't stop replaying what happened Monday night, rage consuming my body. I throw my fingers through head roughly, mentally cursing myself for being so disappointed in something that I shouldnt be.

I text Sophia and mentally pray she doesn't find what I'm about to do, creepy in any way. I've had a busy day at the club, scheduling interviews all day with Jack, and I really want to see her face.

Maybe I could spend the night knowing she doesn't have work on Tuesdays and I only have to be at the club from 2pm, so hopefully we can spend the morning together.

Sophia says she will be home soon, so I grab my keys and head straight over to her place.

As I'm patiently waiting in my car for her to arrive, I think to myself maybe I should have asked before I just show up at her doorstep, but fuck it, I'm here now.

That is until I see Sophia in a flashy, top of the range sports car stop infront me, with some other fucking guy.

Dinner with a friend?

That's where she said she'd been all night.

The guy hugs her and she hugs him back, a huge smile on both their faces. Rage takes over me at another guy fucking touching her.

He drives off and Sophia comes over to me, I can't even remember the words we shared as I floored my pedal and sped off.

Was she lying to me this whole time?

So much for not dating anyone else?

I mean, I know we aren't together, but I directly asked her. She knows I like her, I would appreciate her to be fucking honest with me.

My phone constantly buzzes for the next hour. Texts flooding in from Sophia.

I get another one the next morning,

I came to my senses and actually replied at this point. I can't be a dick even if she clearly doesn't think she has done anything wrong.

After that I never heard anything else from here, which I think infuriated me more, it's like she's given up on me. Probably off out with the other guy.

Fuck, I need a drink.

I'm at the club on a Tuesday night and Jack is suspicious of me.

I grab a beer bottle as he tries to talk to me.

"Ok, so I know we have talked a lot this week about work, but how's other things? Like Sophia?"

"I don't want to fucking talk about that."

"Ok mate, I'm here if you do."

By Thursday night, I tell Jack everything.