Chapter 23

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Kayla

What makes a person change from warm to completely cold?

That is a question I need answers to.

Ian and I had been fine that night and had gone different rounds in the same night as he explored my body, fucking me in different positions. He had been nice and good to me as he left the next morning, loving even. He had kissed me sensually before he left.

That however had changed when I went back to the office after the weekend. His attitude towards me made me doubt myself. He was cold and rude as he talked to me, it was like nothing had happened between us.

I had not given it any care when he didn't call nor text during the whole weekend. But seeing his coldness confirmed my worst fears. I was now beginning to regret everything. His attitude had shattered my heart.

So like before, I buried my sorrows in my work but I knew at the back of my head that it wasn't that easy.

The feeling kept on bugging me. Knowing that I had given everything to a man who didn't give two shits about me was like being stabbed and the knife pulled out only to be pushed in again and being twisted.

The day went by quickly. I had somehow forgotten about the predicament I was in only to be reminded of it as Ian came in. That wasn't all. He had a girl with him, his arm snaked around her waist.

There was no doubt she was more than a mere client or friend. They were both very too cozy with one another.

Was I jealous? Definitely.

But I was more ashamed and embarrassed with myself. I felt dirty, I felt like a whore. I was used and thrown away like trash, all my innocence and decency taken.

So, I walked out of the office, tears running down my cheeks. I walked back to the place that was now very familiar to me. The washroom on our floor. It held many memories, mostly unpleasant ones. I had given in to a man I barely knew in this same washroom. As I stood there it felt like the walls mocked me, like they knew everything about me. But maybe they did. I had lost all decency in here.

I could not cry anymore. It felt like my orbs had dried up as I stood there, all alone. I looked in the mirror and all I could see was a weak woman that had been stripped of all my honor and respect.

It took me a while before I finally composed myself. I walked back to the office and I was glad to find it empty.

I was about to get out when he emerged from outside, his broad frame occupying the day.

"Running away?" He asked.

"No sir. I was just going home."

"Again with the titles? I thought we were done with that." He said as he walked closer to me. His intimidating height towering over me.

"That is what I also thought, but maybe we both thought wrong."

"So what changed?"

"How about, everything?" I was now angry. My voice was now raised.

He stepped away, only a small distance. He looked at me thoughtfully.

"What is this about, Kayla?" His voice was strong and challenging as he spoke.

"Are you being serious right now? Ian everything changed after that night. We had sex for goodness sake. I gave you my body, my soul and now you are acting indifferent towards me. You came in with another woman like I don't exist. How do you expect me to react?"

He walked away and stood on the other side of the room. I wasn't at all ready for what he said next.

"So this is because I fucked you? Come on Kayla, I thought you were better than this."

"What are you trying to say?"

"All am saying right now, is that yes, we fucked. And it was good. But I don't date, I thought you were smart enough to know that. You don't have to take it to heart, that is what I do."

If my heart had been shattered before, then the remaining pieces were crushed to dust and blown away with the wind at that moment.

Before I knew what I was doing, my palm connected with his cheek, a loud slap ringing through the room.

He looked at me, surprise washing over his face as I slapped him. I couldn't take back anything I had done but at that moment, I found relief knowing I had inflicted some pain on him. It couldn't match up to the one he had inflicted on me, but it did it for me.

I rushed out of the office, a thousand emotions running through my body.

My heart was left behind and there was only a void in the place it used to be.

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