Maybe This Time

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR : VANILLA FURY

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR : VANILLA FURY

We walked in silence as we proceed to his office, I calm myself because there's nothing to be worried about, he didn't spare me a glance and we walk with a good distance away from me, cold distance...

"So, care to explain what you meant with you hating me and hating yourself more for finding out you really love me?" honestly, there's no explanation to that, I snorted in reply, which his frown deepens, he sits to his desk, while I remained standing at the middle of his office,

"Seriously there is nothing in that, honestly, I just tell you a part of my life when we are apart, that's all." But he doesn't seem pleased with my answer,

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" I am really confused here,

"For not fighting for you, for being coward, for being stupid, for breaking your heart!" he's really pissed but why,

"I don't get it, what happened before-"but somebody burst in so we both just stare at each other while the intruder resumed to the office, we continue string at each other even though his flirty secretary whose intentionally showing him her cleavage is beside him, he just signed whatever it is that she's holding, my blood boiled when she leaned closer to him making him shift his head to her side exactly for him to have a good look on her tits.

I clench my fists at the sight and just stare down the carpet, Felize walked intentionally slow to have a show of her protrude butt.

"Did you just imagine that you just stare at her butt when I am obviously here in front of you..." I sigh and left his office, I know he'll follow me around so I rushed to our office and resume with whatever it is that I am supposed to do.

To : Vanna Allen

From : Harold De Rege

____________________________

Roof deck now.

But I shut my email out again, I really feel on fire after seeing him double look to Felize tits, I know I should be mad with the girl coz she's doing it on purpose, but the fact that he can't handle his manly wishes, I think that's going to be a real problem here, minutes later,

'Vanna, Please... - H.d.R.'

I throw my phone to my bag and shove it inside my drawer, when I still can't shake the throbbing feeling inside me, I walked out to the pantry that is across our office, I am helping myself to a tub of vanilla ice cream when somebody walked in,

"Seems like the runaway princess has issues with her knight in a sexy suit and tie?" Jeanny's leaning by the door and her hands are inserted to her dress pants,

"Stop teasing Jean, and it has nothing to do with Mr. De Rege." I continued spooning a mouthful of vanilla ice cream without even bothering to get a glass,

"So what seems to be the root of your broody attitude?" she joins me dig in the tub of vanilla, I shove my mouth with spoon full of vanilla and let it melt in there,

"Felize just ruined my day." I made the devil as an excuse but she really is the culprit.

"What did the tits did now?" I shrug at her tag to her because it just reminds me of how Harold looked at her devilish features. I supplied Jean untrue reasons just to get through it, we manage to finish the tub of ice cream while talking about the new project Dean and she's been busy about, it's a fashion show, she filled me with the dates and persons until I heard one specific name that really stop my world, afraid that Harold might do something stupid if he caught me alone I left the office with Jean and Dean and decided to go home late. I really don't want to talk with him yet, I still don't understand where all the heaviness is coming from whenever I remember the scenario, he's been trying to communicate with me but I shut my phone off, I need peace of mind, at least for tonight. I remember again the name Jean dropped to me like a bomb while we are defeating a tub of vanilla ice cream, the name that has haunted me and threatened for a long while,

Monique Walters...

It's already past 10 in the evening when I got home; the house is as peaceful as it is, I check on my dead phone and see that Harold almost blasted my inbox but there's a specific text sender that made me smile,

'You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars. - Garry Allan

A little jealousy sparks the fire but be aware

Because it might be too late to realize that you've already got blistered. V.Lo'

The smile in my face faded what does Victor wants to say? Does he know about our earlier rift? My reverie was broken when I sense someone behind me, but before I can protest he already encased me within his strong arms, holding me captive.

"Mean it Vans, you are jealous..." he whispers in a low sexily husky voice. I shiver when his lips made contact with my neck.

I should react but why does my body enjoying the warmth of his? I think I need another tub of Vanilla ice cream!