Glimpse of Yesterday

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

“Thanks, hottie!” Thea shouted and waved at him.

Now, we’re both left alone in his car.

“Where’s your address?” He asked while staring at his phone.

“Do you have work?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, instead, he typed on his phone and looked at his watch as if he’s chasing the time.

I sighed.

“Justine’s— I mean, wait. I’ll text him.” I lied and grabbed my phone.

And just like what expected, he turned to me.

“You're staying in his apartment?” He asked with brows furrowed.

This time, I pretended to type on my phone and looked at my wrist watch just like what he did earlier.

He sighed.

I let him see that the dial speed #1 on my phone was Justine.

“Hello, Justine?” I asked when the ring immediately answered.

“Yes?” He answered on the line.

Grayson’s staring at me with his scrutinizing eyes but I looked at the window of his car.

“Are you already home?” I asked him.

I heard Grayson’s curse and without knowing my location, he maneuvered the car.

Ay the back of my mind, I smirked. But I kept my stoic face.

“Huh?” Justine seems confused.

“Are you hungry? Should I cook— Oh right. We had dinner. What about. . . dessert?” I asked him on the line and smirked while looking at the outside.

My smirked widened when Grayson beeped loud.

“I don’t get you. What are you talking about?” He was confused on the line. I'm sorry for using you, my friend.

“Kindly turn to the right, Grayson. That route is where Justine lives.” I said to him.

But he turned to the left instead so I rolled my eyes.

“Grayson? You’re with Grayson?” Justine asked.

“Uh-huh. What are you doing there?” I asked him.

“I’m on my bed.”

“Oh. You’re on your bed. You don’t seem busy tonight, right?” I nodded.

My lips parted when Grayson parked in front of a motel building.

What?

Without any words, he get off the car.

“I’ll go, Justine.” I ended the call when he opened the door for me.

I gave him my confused look but he gave me his emotionless, waiting for me to get out of his car.

I was confused but he called someone on his phone.

“Hello, Jane. Kindly go the motel near the my hospital. I’ll send you the picture of the woman. Reserve a room for her and accompany her. She’ll wait outside the building.” He ended the call.

And without any words, he went back to his car and maneuvered his car, leaving me alone.

My fist clenched as I stare at his moving car.

You are being too much, Grayson.

Instead of waiting for that Jane he’s talking to, I decided to walk home with a loading pain in heart and a bucket of failure on my shoulder.