Catch Me, Iʼm Falling (A JHOLET AU)

Chapter 5: Dread

Colet left Alex in the dining room looking like she was carrying the weight of the world. It hurt to see her like that, but Colet had to choose herself for once.

She locked herself up inside her bedroom and refused to talk any further with Alex, despite her pleading cries just outside the door.

She went to her bathroom and stripped off her clothes. She opened the shower and stood there, looking lost and defeated but somehow grateful for the warm water cascading through her body as she cried her eyes out.

She took her time inside, hoping that Alex would take a hint and leave. She wanted to avoid an argument that would make their situation even worse.

And she needed some time to think.

Colet went out of the bathroom after what felt like hours, her eyes puffy and red from crying. Thankfully, her penthouse was awfully quiet, indicating that she was finally alone.

Her mind went on autopilot.

She went to her walk-in closet and hastily dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt. She was not in the mood to dress nicely. She also decided to ditch the makeup and opt to put on her RayBans instead to cover the redness and puffiness of her eyes.

She grabbed her essentials—a wallet, keys, and phone—then put on her leather jacket before slipping into her favorite pair of rugged black Chucks.

She left her penthouse in a hurry. When she was in the buildingʼs parking lot, she took out the keys for her Harley-Davidson motorbike, put on her jet black helmet, and left that damned place. She noticed her ex-girlfriendʼs red Ford Mustang convertible parked in the corner, but she chose to ignore it and drove off.

 
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Colet arrived at the hotel awfully late again. She parked her bike in front of the building before going inside.

She was greeted by the staff, but she ignored all of them. She refrained from shouting at anyone, but it was apparent that she was not in the greatest of moods. She usually returned their cheery “good mornings”, so her stony silence didnʼt go unnoticed.

Colet entered the elevator without a word, and sensing her bad mood, no one dared to ride with her.

She found Yvesʼ working space empty yet again, but she was too tired to care.

Colet entered her office, thanking all the gods that it was empty. She shrugged off her jacket, placing it on top of her desk, and then she plopped on her leather recliner with a huge sigh, ignoring the stack of files waiting for her attention.

She leaned back and closed her eyes, thankful for the few minutes of utter silence and peace. Though it was rather short-lived.

Colet was about to take a nap when she heard a few knocks on her office door before it swung open. She opened her eyes just in time for Yves to enter, now wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse, looking like her usual pretty self, holding two cups of coffee.

Just in time, Colet thought. She badly needed her caffeine fix after all that drama.

“Hey, loser, whereʼs the sun?” Yves greeted her, handing out the cup of coffee with Colet’s name on it. Colet groaned inwardly, she was not in the mood to banter.

“Fuck off, Loi,” Colet answered coldly, accepting the cup of coffee.

“Oooh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Yves teased, smirking. She placed her own coffee next to Colet’s before sitting on the edge of the desk, her skirt hiking up a bit and revealing her thighs.