Still Only You(BWWM)✔

17~What shapes old's life.

Marie-Anne's POV

"Hi," I say to the receptionist at the lobby of Dylan's office.

"Hi," she says back with a bright smile. Why does everyone seem to be happy today? It's annoying. "How can I help you?" She says typing away on her computer.

"Um...Can I see Mr.argent?" I ask looking around at the huge lobby. This place is nothing like my office, even the furniture here looks different.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asks. You need an appointment to see him?

"You need an appointment to see him?" I ask stupidly.

"Yes sweetheart, you do," she says. "The only person that can see him without an appointment is Ms. Carson." She says.

"Ms. Carson?" I ask.

"Yeah, Rebecca Carson," she says.

"Of course," I mumble under my breath. I can't believe he blocked my number when all I wanted to do was apologize.

"What's that?" She asks, "You want to make an appointment?" She asks.

"No, I have to see him now. It's an emergency," I say. "Can't you just please get him here?" I ask. She sighs and looks at my hopeless face.

"I can get you to his assistant, but that's all I can do," she says.

"Please," I say.

She grabs her desk phone dialing a number, "Hey Jenny, come to the front desk," she says. She then hangs up the phone and I stand there waiting for her, "she'll be here shortly, please take a seat," she says. I nod my head sitting on one of the chairs in the lobby.

Why do you even need an appointment to speak to him, how fancy of them. A petite blonde girl who could be no longer than twenty-five comes to the desk talking to the receptionist. She turns looking at me but quickly turns back to the receptionist. She walks up to me giving me a smile, "Hi, I'm Jenny, how may I assist you?" She asks.

"I just really need to see Dylan, can I see him if he isn't too busy please?" I ask getting up from my seat.

"Mhmm, I'll try, what's your name?" She asks.

"Jean. Marie-Anne Jean." Her smile quickly turns upside down giving me a sorry face.

"You're on the list of people he doesn't want to see," she says, "I'm sorry."

"How did I even get on the list?" I ask. I mean I know he is mad at me, but he is really exagerating.

"Well, you usually get a spot on the list when you call his office five times in under ten minutes," she says.

"Oh," I say thinking about the phone calls I made earlier before coming here. That's why they stopped answering my calls, "I'm sure you can erase my name off that list, I mean he won't mind," I say trying to get her to let me see him.

"Unless I don't mind losing my job," she says. "I'm sorry, but you're going have to leave," she says kindly.

"No, I'm not leaving until I see him," I say crossing my hands over my chest.

"Have it your way," she says calling one of the security guards that were standing in the corner.

The security guard approaches me trying t get my hand, "don't you dare touch me," I say pushing him away. That's when heavens opened up, I think God was watching me, Dylan comes out, but doesn't notice us because his eyes are fixed on his phone typing away as he walks to the other side. "Dylan!" I yell.

He turns looking up at me, he walks up to us, his hands in his pocket, "what's going on here?" He whispers to Jenny as he stands beside her. Is he really going to pretend like he doesn't see me?

"She wants to see you and I told her no, but she wouldn't leave," Jenny says.

"Dylan, I just want to talk, please just give me five minutes," I tell him holding up five fingers. He looks at me staring into my eyes not saying a word, "please," I mouth.

"Escort her out," he tells the security guard waving his hand, "let's go, Jenny, we got work to do." He says leaving. I watch as he turns his back walking away not caring to look back.

"Ms," the security guard says as tears threaten to fall, "you have to leave," he says trying to get my hand.

"I fucking know the way out," I tell him pushing him away and walking out.

I relive the memories of what just happened last week. I can't believe I could be so stupid, now he won't even talk to me. I've left him countless voicemails, causing him to block my number. Oh, God I really messed up. "Anne, are you even listening to me?" Tyler asks as he sits on my rollie chair leaving me to sit on my desk with my back to the door.

"Uh?" I ask looking at him.

"Not only do I hate when I'm being ignored, but it is extremely rude," he says.

"I'm sorry," I tell him honestly. "Can we continue this tomorrow?" I ask.

"That's what you said last week," he says. "And we are still not done, now what's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing," I tell him. "I'm just a little tired." I lie.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you don't sleep, now what's bothering you? I know when something is bothering you," he says.

"Tyler, it's nothing," I say looking him straight in the eye.

"Is it a boy, do you want me to kick his butt?" He asks. I chuckle at his questions. He treats me like I'm his little sister or something.

"Ty, this is not high school. I assure you that I don't go around having boy problems, that's a little childish don't you think?" I ask him. It seems like a question I already knew the answer too, but I actually wanted to know what he is going to say. Like is it so childish that as an adult to still be letting a boy stay on your mind that much?

"You'd be surprised to hear how many young adults have boy problems. Even married people have them, boys are just trouble," he jokes.

"Like you?" I ask.

"Nope, I'm the exception, now tell me what's bothering you, I'm serious."

"Have you ever made a mistake that you can't fix?" I ask him.

"Isn't that the point of mistakes, there unfixable," he says.

"No, but I have to fix it. It's life or death," I say.

"You don't have to, you want to. It's part of our human nature, we want perfection, the moment a mistake is made you want to fix it, but our mistakes is what makes us human. Can you imagine someone who doesn't make mistakes?" He asks.

"No," I say shaking my head.

"Exactly, now we make mistakes so we can learn from them and change to be a better person," he says.

"What if there's nothing to be learned?" I ask him.

"There is always something to learn from a mistake, sometimes it's small.  Like if you make the mistake of ignoring a friend when they are talking to you, it's harmless, but now you'll know not to ignore people when they are talking to you." He says. I roll my eyes at him sticking my tongue out.

"Unless you can go back in time, you can't undo the mistakes you make. If you hurt someone all you can do is apologize and learn to never do it again."

"Thanks," I tell him holding his hands. Someone knocks on the door making me jump. I fall from my desk hitting my head in the process.

AN

You guys almost started a #HateMarie group from the last chapter, lol.

Do you guys think Marie-Anne will survive hitting her head?

Au revoir...