Her, Saving Grace

1

Catherine

It seems like whenever I start thinking that everything's going to be alright, life makes a fool out of me for expecting too much.

Maybe my mother was cursed before I was even born by some old lady who refused to pay for what she ate at her restaurant.

At least that reason would've been acceptable.

Looking up from my plate full of what I could only assume was some kind of fancy piece of tuna, I contemplated on what my comeback would be after he said the words that would eventually end this farce.

Come to think of it, I don't even like tuna.

"It's not you, it's me."

Seriously?

If I were in some heavy drama, I would have stood up, had a stare down with him, slapped him after some line about him regretting this, and left with opera music. Or a choir singing I Will Survive.

Of all the words he could have said to me, he chose that line?

"It's just that you've been so busy and we barely see each other-"

"That's why you slept with my sister?" I asked, fixing my glasses on the bridge of my nose.

I just couldn't bear with it anymore. The last one had the dignity to tell me straight up that I was boring. That it felt like dating his grandma and he was tired of it.

Glen on the other hand, made me feel special. Made me feel like I actually had a shot at this.

Of course the illusion of finally having someone vanished when I saw him sticking his tongue down my sister's throat.

Oh they didn't know I was there. Glen's an engineer and was on site when I decided to play sweet little girlfriend and surprise him.

I walked on the tent the crew told me was Glen's and voilà!

There they were. My sister's skirt hiked up on her waist while Glen's hand was somewhere else. I couldn't see but I sure as hell could tell where it was. So I backed up slowly and drove back to my office like I spent money on watching an awful movie.

So much for three months.

Well at least it lasted for three months. That's quite something already.

I smirked, seeing Glen's ears turn pink. I didn't catch them actually doing it but only an idiot would assume that they would stop after the touchy-feely stage.

"I...I tried to stop her before but-"

"Wait what? What do you mean by before? She tried seducing you before and you didn't tell me before. So you're telling me this...now?" I stared at him as his ears turned as red as his tie.

"You weren't there okay? I needed you and you just wouldn't let me touch you." He said, looking at his plate.

"I let you kiss me." I winced. Good grace, I sounded like a schoolgirl.

He grimaced.

"Yeah, you let me kiss you. On our fifth f*cking date. I mean who does that? Who still does that? Oh I know who! You. Because you're too stuck up with those books that you read every f*cking day. Nobody's going to wait that long anymore, Catherine. If you love me, you show me." He was pressing a finger on the table like what he said can convince me to give in.

"By what Glen? By getting naked? By getting it on at work?" I put my fork down and looked at him straight in the eye.

"That's one way. Look baby, we can work this out. You just have to loosen up a little. Let me touch you, love you. You'll like it, I promise." He tried reaching for my hands but I calmly placed them on my lap.