Destined

chapter 17

"Here, lunch from your ex-husband." Manaow spoke as she put down a paper bag on Team's table.

Team, who's busy signing papers, just hums. He heard the door clicking and that's when he took a look at the paper bag on his table.

It has been two days since Win came to him and he's trying to talk to him. Team decided not to, his mind has been haywire after he saw his ex-husband.

Perhaps he wasn't over what happened yet. Well, what can he do? Win is probably his greatest love, as they say.

Tch. Greatest love? Was it even enough to describe what I feel for him?

If he'll be honest, Team has already forgiven Win. But everytime he remember what the other said few years ago, his heart aches.

"You disgust me, Team. You're disgusting I don't want to be seen together with you."

He remembered himself cooking for the other so he could ask for forgiveness even after Win said that.

"Stupid. So fucking stupid."

He was already doing good, not the best, but good enough. But then here he is again, the only person he once wanted to love him back. This time though, he doesn't know what to feel anymore.

His heart—it aches and
yearns for the same man who hurt him.

It was already 11 in the evening when he finished his work. And as he walked out of the elevator, he spotted a familiar figure of a person sitting at the lounge.

He hurried his steps but the person was able to hold his wrist.

"Team.."

The aforementioned sighed as he stopped walking, "Speak, what are you doing here?"

"Can we talk?"

Another sigh was heard, "No, I'm tired."

"10 minutes?"

"I said I'm tired, Win."

It was Win who sighed this time, his shoulders slumping.

"Next time, then. May I drive you home?"

"I brought my car."

Without wasting any second, Team turned around and walked away.

"What's up with home-cooked lunch? Finally getting tired of fast food chains?" Mark asked as he stare at the lunch box on Team's table.

The couple decided to visit him again, so they were there, sitting at a single-seated sofa with Mark sitting on Vee's lap.

Damn couples.

Manaow, who's also in his office for some unknown reason, answered, "His husband cooked it for him. Sweet, isn't he?"

Sarcasm was loud and heard from her tone. Team scoffs, "Ex-husband, Manaow."

"What's up with that jerk wasting his time here? He should be managing their company in case something happened again." Vee spoke this time.

"He's not wasting his time if he's coaxing a multi-billionaire. Damn, it's been 3 weeks." Manaow teased, her lips pointing at her friend who just rolled his eyes.

"I won't come back to him." Team assured, but the doubt in his tone gave him away.

Manaow rolled his eyes, "Ugh. So smart at many things, but so stupid in love. I should just come back to work, sick of a stupid-smart person here."

The couple chuckles while Team just scoffs, "Should I just fire her?"

"Can you?" Mark burst out laughing when Team only knitted his brows and quietly scanned some papers.