OPPOSITE POLES (BL)

CHAPTER 3

When I woke up, David was nowhere to be found. I guess he had left for work so early; I don't know why. I didn't dwell too much, as it's of no use.

A couple of things lessened between us, like sex, which we hadn't had in a while; it's been months together. Whenever I tried to make a move, he would always show his disinterest and stop spending time together on weekends, having a meal together, and washing dishes like everything else. No matter how much I think, I can't stop something if it's already out of my hands.

It was getting late, so soon I got up, had my breakfast, and left my apartment. I reached the company on time and started working. It's been 4 months since I joined this company; the only hi-and-bye relationship I had with my colleague was nothing more or less.

After a few minutes, I noticed there was a change in the atmosphere: whispering, strange eyes following me wherever I was going. I was not getting 'why' getting so much attention all of a sudden, and this whispering was regarding me easily; anyone could make out that. I did not mind that much and continued doing my work. I was not able to concentrate. I mean, what was there to discuss about me other than David? No one knew anything about me. I was not close to anyone and was totally invisible in this department. I was curious, so I approached my colleagues while having a coffee break. They did not bother to acknowledge my gesture; they just passed me.

I came to my seat. This whispering was not letting me concentrate on my work. On the other hand, David's behavior was irritating—not coming home properly, not picking up calls, or responding to my messages. With this sudden change in office atmosphere, Simon, our manager, would always find a chance to pick on me. I was not getting his exact problem, and his close friend Rachel, one of our colleagues and also my senior, was doing the same. While I was trying to concentrate on my work, Rachel approached my desk and spoke, "Hi, how are you, Mr."Stealer?"—stealer, what I ever stole—God forbid that to from this woman, "Ms. Rachel, I am fine, and please let me know what I stole from you, why this sudden baseless acquisition on me." "Oh, please, from me, not in your dreams, and are you so shameless? How can you try to hit on our manager's boyfriend? Don't you have the dignity? Can you compete with our manager? Don't you have self-respect? Or have you lost that over a period of time?".

She was merely shouting with rage, which caught everyone's attention. I was perplexed about what she was talking about, what boyfriend, and who was the manager's boyfriend when I met him to steal him. Was she making any sense? "Why, what happened, shock? you are disgusting creatures for sure how can you work in the same company and stab someone back don't you have bloody morality in you, and on top of it act like nothing happened?", I was staring at her face, not getting what to respond, " Please enlighten me, who is our manager's boyfriend?", "Acting like you don't know him", "Yes, I don't know, as you got so much free time for making sure to feel me guilty, at least tell me that person's name and let me decide if he was worth it for me to feel guilty", "This attitude of yours, Mr. Walker, change it soon before it's too late and his name is David Murphy, you know he is our colleague working in the same department do you want any more information, shameless creatures".

After saying those words, she burst out of my desk, ushering everyone to continue with work.

I was in shock and confused about whose boyfriend and who was stealing, and I was shocked by hearing my boyfriend's name. What the hell was going on? My fear was turning into reality when David became the manager's boyfriend. Everyone knew about this in the department, which only meant it was not a recent relationship. Was I kept in the dark these days? If he wanted to break up with me, couldn't he do it like any other couple? If he had sent a text, I would never mind, but why the hell was he still in a relationship with me?

I was confused, angry, and feeling many emotions at a time and needed answers that could only be given by David, so I started searching for him, but he was nowhere to be found, so I asked the receptionist, and as usual, he went out with the manager. I have to meet him no matter what; I need answers. By making up my mind strongly, I returned to my place and tried to concentrate on work.