Holding on

Chapter 8

Blare's POV

The next day, I woke up, put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt, and headed downstairs. Nicholas was in the kitchen, drinking water. It was already 12 PM.

"Morning," I said.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead," he teased.

"Shut up," I retorted, grabbing a cup to drink some water. "What do you want for breakfast?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied.

"Why?" I pressed.

"I don't like eating breakfast," he said.

"Just eat something," I insisted.

"Fine, if you insist. I think you know what I want," he said, holding my waist and pulling me closer. My face turned red. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"I'll go get the door," I said, stepping away. I could feel his eyes on me. Peeking through the window, I saw... MR. EVANDER. What was he doing here?

"Who is it?" Nicholas called.

"Put on your shirt, fast!" I yelled. He quickly put on a shirt, and I answered the door.

"Hey, Mr. Evander. What are you doing here?" I asked, confused.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Of course." I let him in. I saw Nicholas low-key glaring at him.

Mr. Evander looked at Nicholas. "You have a boyfriend?" he asked.

"No, no, not at all. He's just one of my close friends, and I let him crash for the night," I explained. He nodded, and we sat on the couch together.

"Why are you here, sir?" I asked.

"Just came here to talk to you about work and something else," he said.

"Okay," I replied.

### Nicholas's POV

Blare was sitting on the couch with some guy from 'work'. As they talked, I saw him getting closer. I felt mad jealous. I didn't like it one bit. I wanted to go over and push him away from her, but I kept my cool. I made myself some coffee and watched them like a hawk. I wasn't the jealous type, but when it came to her, it was different. I didn't like the thought of some other guy kissing her, touching her, making her laugh, making her smile—nothing. Even though she wasn't even mine, I felt jealous. But I had to bottle up my anger and jealousy.

For the past hour, I just glared at him. I felt like I wanted to punch him, but I kept my cool. She did look gorgeous, and every time I thought of her, I couldn't help but smile. She was perfect in my eyes. I was falling for her. But every time I tried to kiss her, she ran away, or something would happen. Does she not like me? Does she like this jerk? No, no way. She doesn't. I kept thinking.

After 15 more minutes, he finally left. She hugged him goodbye, then walked over to me.

"Who is he?" I asked, my jaw clenched.

"My boss, Mr. Evander," she said, looking at me innocently.

"You seem closer," I remarked.

"We aren't. I was surprised when he showed up," she said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. I smiled, and she smiled back with that gorgeous smile. God, I wanted her. *I'm whipped, aren't I?* I hadn't even known her long, and I was already falling. I felt like such a loser.

"So, what do you want to eat?" she asked.

"I'm not hungry," I said.

"Okay, fine," she said. "I'll get going."

"Already?" she asked, looking at me with a frown. God, she looked cute.

"Don't do that," I said, and she kept doing it. "Blue, I have to go," I said.

"Fine," she said.

"I'll get going now. Don't miss me too much, Blue," I teased.

"Shut up," she said, rolling her eyes sarcastically.

"Wow, so you hug him goodbye, and you don't hug me? Wow," I said, crossing my arms. She rolled her eyes and hugged me. I hugged her back.

"Bye," she said.

"Bye, Blue," I said with a smile. She smiled back, and her smile made my heart melt. I left her house, my thoughts still on her.