The Break Up Duo (On Hold)

Chapter 2 : Setting It Straight

Hi Everybody!

Sorry for the late upload, but I still don't really know if anyone really wants to read this, but I'm gonna write more anyway. XD

Please tell me if I should switch to third person's perspective.

XX April

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Noah's POV

"Buzzzz. Buzzzz."

I swatted at the annoying fly which was repeteadly breaking the concentration I needed for correcting the speech Linda had chalked down for the inauguration of the new hotel. My secretary is usually extremely careful, but I think her break up affected her too much. Another reason flings are better.

"Buzzz."

That little monster's at it again. I'm looking for it to kill him for good, and that's when I realized it's my phone that's been vibrating. I face palmed myself at my stupidity, but when I saw who's calling, I was glad I didn't pick up. It was my last fling, Shirley.

Shirley is that girl who was always the queen bee. In school, she was the rich, pretty and popular student. The prom queen. She bought her way into Harvard, and was gifted with a big part of her father's company as soon as she passed out. She had a habit of getting what she wanted instantly, and since her last boyfriend owned half of Sweden or something, she was a pampered snob.

I pampered her all right, but that woman was becoming clingy, and that's when I knew I had to cut it.

27 missed calls later, I took a sigh of relief when she gave up. She lasted a good two weeks, and I had to move on before she got the wrong idea. Which by the way she was behaving, she already had.

I got down to work peacefully, and that's when I noticed the wedding invitation lying there, addressed to me. I grimaced as I realized I was cordially invited for the union of Felicity Davenport and Matthew Stuart. Felicity was Mr Davenport, my new lawyer's daughter. She was a firm believer of true love, and charming knights. Exactly like my sister. That made me come back to the fact that it's been over a week since I last spoke to her. The last time I spoke to her, she had just checked into her hotel in Hawaii, and was going on and on about how the " Beach from her window looked like a part of a fairy tale and a perfect wedding destination" and I could imagine her clapping her hands like the 5 years old Anna in pigtails. Anyway, 5 year old or 25 year old, Anna was the same innocent girl in pigtails. She went on about the serenic beaty of the beach, but honestly , all I remembered were the bikini clad women. They were exotic.

I was pulled out of the memories by a commotion that was coming from outside, but before I could inquire about it, my door opened with a bang. I did not need to look up, those click clack sounds are only made by the way Shirley walked in heels. By heels, I mean inverted mini mountains. She believed it is the first sign of an elegant woman to have great heels.

Dressed in a lace dress that ended mid thigh and killer shoes, she definitely was stunning. It almost made me feel bad about our break up. Almost.

"Baby, why aren't you picking up my calls?" She pouted, but before I could give her a straight answer, she continued " And darling, you have to do something about that dim-witted secretary of yours. Laura, Lydia, or whatever the hell her name is."

Now Shirley, did not have a right to call Linda dim-witted. I mean this woman has the IQ of a peanut.

"Can you believe her guts? She asked me if I had an appointment with you. I mean you're my boyfriend for god's sake. And I was like could she get dumber?".

"Shirley, you and I are not together anymore. So, I can't meet you without an appointment. Ever."

" That's it? You're breaking up with me? And you don't even have anything else to say?"