If I'm There - A Noah Sebastian Story

Chapter Eleven - Ghosts

-This one is long, and kinda filled with drama-
KAT'S POV
"So you're telling me that Conner is still alive and breathing after the explosion?" Alex exclaimed over the phone. I nodded my head as if she could see me. "And he knew about the whole Chris affair?" I rolled my eyes at that word. Affair.

"Alex, it wasn't an affair, we hooked up a few times, he got attached, I felt guilty for sleeping with someone while I was married." I could hear Alex's eye roll and she groaned.

"Kat, first of all, y'all were separated because he cheated on you and didn't want to suffer the consequences of his actions. Second, what you had with Noah was good, why would you push him away?" I placed a few ink caps down on a pink disposable dentist bib, and got my set up ready for my only appointment of the day. "How many times has he called in the past three weeks?" I groan. "Kat?"

"He's called twice a day every day, once in the morning once at night."

"And Chris?"

"Chris never had any real attachment. He just thought he did. Besides, I'm still pissed at him for pulling his stunt the night before all of this shit went down-" the door chimed and I looked at the time, "Give me a second, Alex." I put my phone down and walk out to see man in a baseball cap holding a vase of flowers. If my eyes rolled anymore today they'd roll straight out of my head. I took the vase and grabbed the card out of the bouquet. Let's see which man sent them, and drum roll... Chris. I sat the flowers on the counter at the front desk, then walked back into my side room with the card in hand.

"What? Is your appointment early?" Alex asked when she heard me let out a frustrated groan.

"No, it's flowers. From Chris."

"Oh, are they 'I'm sorry I wrecked your relationship' flowers?" I slid my finger across the envelope, popping it open. I scoffed at the words scribbled on the card. "What's it say?" Nosey.

My Dear Kat, I am truly sorry for any heartache or inconvenience I may have caused, but I don't take back my confession. I hope maybe you find it in your schedule and that kind heart of yours to meet me for dinner tonight at 7:30pm, the same place as last time at the table in the back corner. Love, Christopher T. Cerulli.

I cleared my throat after reading it, and thought of something quickly.

"It just says 'I'm sorry'. That's all." Alex sighed heavily on the other end of the line.

"You know he's not good for you-"

"I know, Alex. I know. Listen, I'll call you later. I have a few other things to take care of before my appointment comes in," I said, glancing over at the large bouquet of red roses. I weighed the consequences in my head of actually meeting Chris at the restaurant. Our restaurant. At the same table I ended things with him. The same table where we had the heated argument of divorce and me leaving my husband. His eyes had flames in them the moment I told him I wasn't sure I wanted to actually go through with the divorce. The memory of it shook me to my core. I'd never seen someone so soft and well put together lose their composure so much in my life.
The consequences of going to dinner with him far outweigh the benefits. One being that if I do this I throw any chance of ever fixing things with Noah out the window. I'd have to be a dumb bitch to do it.
I found myself sliding into my slinkiest black dress and red bottom heels after a few hours of weighing my decisions. It was 8:00pm. When I pulled up to the restaurant I waited for a few minutes, contemplating my life decisions.
You're a dumb bitch, Kat.
Chris' BMW was still in the parking lot, and I could see him sitting in there through the window, full suit, looking down at his watch every few minutes. He's probably thinking he's been stood up, and that it's a definite first for him. And he'd be right, it would be a first. But then a man tapped on the window of my black Challenger. I rolled it down, and he knelt down.