Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Kai arrived from his business trip abroad a few days ago and contacted me... finally. Needless to say, I was pissed, I still am. He swore he'd contact me the minute he landed but he want radio silent for a whole week.

I left calls, texts and voice mails but he didn't deem it fit to check his phone. I thought he was missing and was on the verge of filing a police report.

Of course, I yelled at him over the phone but he said he couldn't check his phone because he was 'busy'. Bullshit if you ask me, so I told him to fuck off, blocked him and avoided him at work. If you want to come up with a lie, you might as well do it right.

He noticed all these and called me to his office on Friday. I wouldn't have gone, but he called me out in front if my co-workers. If I'm defiant, they'd realize that something is up and I'm in no mood for my name to be on everyone's lips or the hot topic at the diner so I complied.

Long story short, there was yelling on my part, he apologized for being an asshole and I forgave him, deciding that it's best to give him the benefit of the doubt.

No one's perfect and maybe, just maybe, he was busy and it was an honest mistake. As a token of his repentance and to celebrate our 5 month anniversary, he said he was taking me to this 5 star restaurant on the outskirts of town.

I wouldn't like and say I wasn't excited. I was. I've never been to a 5 star anything before so I was pretty stoked.

Also, I asked Rosé to cover for me just in case my mom called and asked about my whereabouts. She didn't pry or ask where I was headed and I was so grateful because I plan on coming clean about it all pretty soon.

Although something tells me she knows I'm in a relationship. She's a very perceptive individual so I won't be surprised if she's playing dumb for my sake.

"Hey, babe."

"Babe."

"Babe."

"Jennie."

I blink twice. "Yeah, I'm here. Just lost in thought." More like lost in the thought of him cheating on me. I'm young, and he's way older than me so there is that tendency that he may want to gravitate towards women his own age.

For his sake, he better not be cheating on me. My dad cheated on my mom and I saw the effect it had on me growing up. Cheating is one line he shouldn't cross because it's something I can't stand.

"But didn't you almost kiss Lisa thrice?" My sub-conscious mocks. In my defense, she's the one on to me and talking about how she won't give up on trying to chase me. What am I? A dog?

She was the one who initiated the kiss on all occasions. I exercised the self-control of a marathon sprinter.

I have a boyfriend and Lisa and I can never happen.

He studies me carefully, swirling the champagne glass in his hand, "Do you want to talk about it? You've been spacing out a lot." Well, giving the size of this grandiose restaurant, I don't think I'm spacing out hard enough.

"I'm fine, really." I puck up my champagne glass and drink its contents in one gulp. I don't drink, and this champagne is bitter as hell, but I'm still mad at him and I need a little liquor in me so I don't lash out.

"I'm just stressed with school, exams, college applications and projects." It's not a total lie, it's just a half truth. "Also, I'm on my period so my hormones are a little haywire at the moment."

Probably should have left that last part out.

He cringes at the period part and my lips curve slightly. Why are men so uncomfortable when a woman talks about her period? They were birthed by a woman, they probably have sisters, would definitely have a girlfriend, it it's their personal preference, and would one day get married to a woman.