CEO's Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ

☾︎𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖮𝗇𝖾❣︎

~Daryian~

After putting James to bed, we huffed out in relief, looking at each other in a silent promise to never get drunk with this boy again.

"Tea?" I asked and Nate nodded. He went to the backyard while I went to kitchen to prepare tea for us.

I found mom's note on top of mine from earlier, she'd be out spending the time at her friend's. I was happy she still has such nice friends.

I found Nate chilling on the swing as I sat next to him and handed him his cup of tea.

"Wanna talk about it?" Nate asked suddenly, sipping from the cup.

I sighed, lounging back and wiping the fog from around the cup.

"It- I don't know, man. It's like we're fighting even before we started dating properly." I admitted.

"Do you like argue or yell or scream?"

I laughed.

"Nope. And that's why our fights are even weird. I can't really explain but Lucille's got this very different personality that clashes with mine.

I know I fell for her for the same personality but-" I exhaled, rubbing a hand down my face.

"She does this stuff, that's toxic af. Seriously. And I can't wrap my brain around them or accept them. It's hurting me. She promised she'd try to behave for my sake but she just repeated it."

Nate clicked his tongue, shifting a bit on the seat to be able to see my face but my gaze was on the cup in my hands.

"I'm really confused. What does she do?"

"It's not easy to explain."

"Try me." He urged. "Or just listen. Maybe she has her reasons."

I scoffed. "I already know she does have reasons but she also said that she'd adapted those habits because she was alone before but now I'm with her!"

Nate placed a hand on my shoulder, rubbing there comfortingly.

"Give her a month at least. See if she's progressable. If it still doesn't go your way, it's better to part ways before either of you get even more hurt."

A jolt of pain echoed inside my heart at the thought of parting from Lucille.

I really did love her.

I didn't want to break-up with her. But Nate was right.

If she's unable to let go of her toxic ways to achieve in life—even applying them on me—we'd only get more hurt on the way.

"Thanks." I whispered, somewhat showcasing a smile towards Nate.

He patted my back and we resumed sipping our tea in silence.

Nate slept with James in the guest bed room while I went to mine.

Changing in my pajamas, I drank a full glass of water before climbing on bed.

Tossing my phone from one hand to the other, I stared up at the ceiling and pondered over all the words of advice I have been given on the course of our fights.

Then finally my mind settled on texting Lucille.

Hopefully she was awake.

Me :- I forgive you.

The reply was almost instant.

As if she was waiting for my text.

Lucille 🥰:- Thank you, love. Can I see you now?