Good Enough - Completed

Good Enough - Chapter Five

Booze has its merits even with the risk of the worst hangover in the morning.  Kaitlin has never been known to go out at night even if it WAS a Friday night, but the work week had been a trying week and she has grown weary not to mention restless.  This was a time she would’ve wanted a “me time” with her oathie, Ysa but she is based as an architect in Dubai and she wouldn’t want to worry her mom or she would most definitely take the first flight out to get to her in panic.   Although she loves her mother to pieces, this is something that she has to deal with on her own.  So, she dragged her feet to Brewerkz, her favorite place in this part of town and binged on a snack sampler plate and a 6.2% abv Oatmeal Stout beer, no 2 or was it 4 now? Go figure, she shrugged her shoulders and snorted.  She needed something strong to unscramble her brain and drink herself to nothingness.   Ever since Caleb had returned and shook the order that she tried so hard to put in place over the course of five years, everything just came back like an archived emotion that resurfaced.  She just wanted to feel numb once again and not to give in to the hum in her blood from that kiss they shared five days ago.  Her lips still tingled and felt deliciously bruised that she would be lying to herself if she said she was unaffected – he was damn great kisser.  His kiss felt so sincere and contrite that she could melt; but then this was the enigmatic Caleb who she has known to blow hot and sometimes cold.  There had never been a time that she could spot dead on what he was thinking or how he even felt for her.  In those times, all those years ago, she just chose to understand, she chose to feel grateful for whatever scrap of attention he deemed give her and she chose to put his happiness first above her own.  She hadn’t expected for any label to that “something” between them; all that mattered to her, no matter how obvious it looked to him and no matter how unreciprocated it had all become, she chose to truly love him period.  She released a frustrated sigh, closed her eyes and looked up to the high heavens; as she recalled how she felt like her life and her very soul was sucked out of her body that she went through each day mechanically and that she immersed herself in her work every single moment.  Ever since the project had been awarded and all the necessary documents and tender stage submissions had been complied with, he practically sat in every single meeting they had; much to the dismay of Reyne that she swears the dagger looks they make at each other is enough to rip shreds of raw meat and flesh.  The testosterone levels from just the two of them alone, not counting the all male members of her team, is so stifling that she can smell the covert spar between them. Sitting in every design team meeting took a great amount of passivity to ignore his commanding presence.  He didn’t really have to be there except to intimidate and annoy Reyne but she has to give him credit for being very much on board with this project to the point that even without the technical knowledge in the field of construction, he made it up for polishing up all the aspects of business.  What grated on her nerves though; was seeing him every day in the same office.  Who would ever think that in a span of three days, a mezzanine floor could be constructed as his personal office space? The fully glazed aluminum framed glass partition afforded an executive, but stylish private space that was close enough to conduct his other businesses and maybe rule his empire from wherever he wants.  If Stefan even found it odd, he didn’t dare say anything for Caleb had had that unassailable presence that made him the envy of the Westgate male population except for Reyne of course.  With the women, well, let’s just say he’s the new eye candy and Stefan was just too happy to see that the tardiness among the ladies had completely become nonexistent since Caleb came.  Office gossip always finds its way into every cubicle and the pantry like the Straits Times headlines at the first hour of sunrise.  If the rumors were even true, he now owned 32% of the shares for Westgate International.  She may not have the knack for business but that seemed to be a significant figure and this fact alone has rendered him a good catch—no scratch that a “great catch” for he does not only scream of money and power but often adhered to as “sex on legs.”