WANTED BY YOU || book 4

CHAPTER 16

⋆୨୧ Mikaili ୨୧⋆

song: Harry Styles - woman

It was 7 pm around the early evening side.

Me and Benson were having early dinner as we sat opposite each other eating out spaghetti and meatballs with red wine.

I didn't say much as I sat and ate my dinner in peace. Matthew did however, invade my thoughts about the whole letting everyone know about us.

It's not that I didn't want him I mean, I don't even know if I want him.

Matthew was confusing me and my plans for further on. He was getting in my head and I didn't like that. I didn't like people getting in my way and I hated that I let a man that I clearly see as physical get in my way.

But I also didn't mind it. I didn't mind that he got in my way because it meant having great sex and also someone that constantly bothered you.

I hated when Benson does it, but when it came to Matthew it was just different.

"Mikaili" a faint but loud voice could be heard from across me. Benson was holding a magazine in one hand and a wine glass in the other.

His reading glasses were on but they didn't look as hot like Matthews.

"Yes Benson?" I answered whilst slurping my pasta. He took off his glasses and gently placed them on the table before us.

"I have a question to ask you" he started as he drank more from his wine. Assuming it would be about the events of last night, I was ready to tell an easy quick lie.

"Jackson, a guy that works for me, saw you at the grocery store just the other day" he wasn't even looking over at me. He held on to his magazine and ran his eyes through the paper, probably reading whatever important news.

"He said you were buying a few items, but if I recall I don't remember you coming home with any grocery bags, why?" He asked, still not even looking at me.

I didn't say anything as I sat there with my finger holding tightly around my fork.

C'mon Mikaili, think of something quick.

Like a light bulb being switched on, I immediately thought of a quick lie.

"Yes I was at the grocery store but not because I needed grocery for us, but rather for a friend" I simply answered while continuing to eat my dinner.

"Which friend?" He said with curiosity tracing his tone, and I was prepared to use any of my friends as an excuse.

"Isabella. She was busy with one of her cases" I was done eating as I began collecting our plates to place in the dishwasher.

I was already wearing my scrubs as I planned to work the nightshift. Benson wasn't working tonight, so earlier today he tried to convince me to stay home and spend some time together.

I declined the offer but I did say he could give me a lift to work.

He was wearing his grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Not his everyday style but it was odd he dressed out of his normal attire.