Kaylee and Hunter: An Office Romance

Chapter 12: Hunter

THE weekend was a drunken blur. I had finally found-rediscovered would be a better word for the predicament I am in - a woman that I could truly connect with, but my reputation and past behaviors most likely ruined any chances I may have had with her. Kaylee. Her name feels right and sounds perfect to my tongue. I begin to smile but memories from Friday night creep in and ruin everything.

I had thought that we were going to be able to get past my drunken mistakes. At the club, Kaylee seemed fine-great in fact. I had explained myself and thought that we were going to be able to get past the past. But, that's not how it happened. I can still hear her now, "I would have picked a better man than you." She had snarled.  "When I'm drunk I do stupid things like talk to you. Whatever you think you will get from me Hunter, you won't. I would never want a relationship with you. You're too much of a man-whore and embarrassment for me to ever consider." That was the worst blow. I couldn't believe that she thought of me like that. If that was how Kaylee truly thought of me, we would never stand a chance. "Stop being such an arrogant ass and leave me alone! Just please go." Kaylee's pleading tone when she asked me to go cut me, and I left because I knew I was a bastard for what I had unknowingly done to her. I had no idea how I was going to fix things between us. I had just found her and it seemed like I was never going to keep her.

I thought about calling Alyssa, but every time I picked up the phone, all I could see was Kaylee's devastated face. I couldn't do it. Popping the cap off of another beer, I reclined on the couch staring at the blank TV screen. What was I going to do with Kaylee? I had no clue, but I still wanted her without a doubt. The little time that I spent with her on Friday night solidified my attraction to her. I know that I won't be able to let her go.

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Jared had called me a couple of times over the course of the weekend, but I had let each call go to the automated voicemail even though I knew that it would piss him off. At this point, I don't even care what he truly wants. If Kaylee were calling me, it would have been a different story, but Jared-Jared is a different story all together. After about 20 missed calls and plenty of unread texts, my door was beaten with a fist that meant business. Jared wasn't taking no as an answer this time. I huffed and made my way to the door.