Murder To Excellence

Epilogue 1.

The elevator ride seemed to be taking ages. All she wanted to do was tell him it had to stop, but the way she was dressed contradicted her intentions.

Every single second in that elevator she spent looking at herself in the mirror, doing some finishing touches to her appearance.

"Good evening, Mrs. Ambrosios." One of Raphael's employees stopped right in front of Rose with a bright smile on his face.

"Good evening?" she replied uncertainly, not about the fact that it was indeed evening. Although they didn't openly talk about it that often, she thought at least his employees would've known by now they had been divorced for over three years. "I'm not Mrs. Ambrosios anymore, so you can just call me Rose."

"Oh... I see."

All she wanted to do was tell him their relationship had to remain strictly co-parenting and nothing sex-related. For the longest they had tried to avoid any unnecessary contact, meaning they just talked and saw each other when it concerned their children. That was it. They used to see each other about two times a week, spoke to each other for a few minutes and then they both parted.

But then Jean-Pierre happened. When he had heard they got divorced, he cried. He had tried talking them into getting back with each other, but it just made things awkward. After it seemed like they really weren't getting back together anymore, Rose didn't feel like being with him anymore either.

Since Jean-Pierre still didn't want to see them separate, he had invited them over to France a few times a year. The first few times were really awkward; Jean-Pierre had transformed into Cupid and forced the two to share a room. To his delight, every single time the two came back, they seemed closer. Rose and Raphael bonded even more when their children were taken care of by Jean-Pierre and his wife.

The bonding went that well, they ended up having sex the last time they were there. And it didn't stop after that visit a few weeks ago. Ever since they had gotten back, it didn't stop. They started seeing each other nearly every day.

Now it had to stop. It seemed as if they both did not have any intentions on getting back together, so this didn't make any sense.

He was busy looking through some files, but didn't bother to look up when he heard his door open. If it was one of his employees, they had made a huge mistake by just walking in like that and they probably would've figured they'd get fired. So he didn't feel the need to hurry up to see who it was.

"Hello? You didn't hear me enter?"

He knew that voice all to well; it didn't belong to anyone of his workers. "Rose, I didn't know you were—"

"You didn't know I was coming?" she completed.

Mid-sentence, when he actually acknowledged her, he was at loss of words for a pretty long time. His eyes took their time as they roamed all over her body. He had the extreme urge to rip off the white bodycon she wore underneath her beige coat.

"I didn't," he finally spoke.

"Oh, okay." When he stood up to lean against the front of his desk, she started to feel a little uneasy. "Well, I came to tell you something. Two things, actually."

"Speak, then."

"Well, I'm going on a date."

A frown appeared on his face, one that deepened each second. This wasn't the first time she had gone on a date after they had split up, he just didn't like hearing about it. Although, it was something he had to give her the space to do so, it still irked him. "And you came all the way here to tell me this?"