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Perfect (3)

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Perfect (3)

-Matthew-

I inhaled sharply, letting my head lean on the front desk. My heart was seriously pounding and not in a good way. What the fuck just happened? Why did I let him kiss me? And why did I say all those... nasty things?

But were they really nasty if they were all the truth? My truth.

I couldn't just let him waltz back in my life and let him erase all what's happened between us. That's impossible because too much has happened. And one steamy, hot, yummy, delicious-one kiss is not gonna fix that.

And even with those reasons, I still couldn't help but feel guilty. We all make mistakes, right? He was trying to fix the unfixable, but he was trying at least.

And something in me said that I wanted him to keep trying...

"Earth to Mr. Matthew," A voice whispered in my ear, making me jump. "Oh shit, boss! Didn't know you had that bad of a consciece."

I glared at him. "Oliver, stop whispering in peoples ear! Everyone would've been surprised."

"Well, yeah." He shrugged, eyes glinstening with a hint of worry. "But you jumped 5 feet in the air. Penny for your thoughts?"

I frowned. Was I seriously going to tell him what was on my mind? But how could I? I didn't even understand my thoughts. I couldn't arrange them, so how would I try to explain that to him? Moreover, Oliver was my employee. I was his boss. It would be more than inappropriate if I told him about Jack and me. No, I couldn't do that. I wouldn't.

"Boss, you're really silent all of a sudden. Are you okay?" Oliver eyes were now narrowed, as if trying to analyze what could be wrong.

I smiled at him. His worry was very kind. Oliver was a good kid. "I'm fine. Just thinking about some things from the past."

Oliver's head tilted to the side. "The past? You mean that big guy my sister was talking about?"

"No, no--"

"Jesus, did he hurt you or something?" He moved to stand in front of me. "Was he the one with the pipe problem?"

A very big pipe problem.

"No, Oliver, it has nothing to do with him," I breathed out. I was getting a pounding headache.

"I remembered she said something about the police," he carried on. "If he did something--"

"He didn't do anything. I'm fine. Yes, he was the one with the water problem, but it's been fixed. Everything and everyone is fine," I firmly said.

Oliver slowly nodded, but I could still see the apprehension in his eyes. "Okay, then. Everything is fine. But if it isn't, you can talk to me."