Amans

14. We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

"And what do you suppose you are doing?" Amara stepped back from Dreardon and turned around.

He smirked, "I'm asking you a question."

"Nice suit," Amara cleared her throat, eager to change the conversation.

He looked down and smiled, "Thanks."

"Must have had some help picking it out," Amara mumbled as she headed over to the table of refreshments.

There was an assortment of fruit trays, garnished with colorful flowers. Amara picked up a strawberry and bit into it.

"Excuse me?" Dreardon asked.

Amara turned around, "You're excused."

Dreardon leaned calmly on the wall beside him, "I'm sorry, I don't think I understand what's going on here, mind filling me in?"

Amara struggled to keep her composure. She need not be upset and further encourage Dreardon's smugness, he obviously knew what she was inferring.

He waited patiently, staring at Amara from behind his mask. She finished her strawberry and placed the leafy stem on the table.

"Well?" He asked.

"Look Dreardon, I saw you and her together, so you can quit making passes at me. Come on, have a little respect,"

"What in the world are you talking about?" He stood up from the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, "I have no idea who--"

"Oh stop playing dumb, you were with her at the square" Amara replied.

Dreardon looked confused.

She snorted, "Ah the face of bewilderment."

"Even if I was seeing someone else, what does it matter to you? If I recall correctly, you were the one that ended things with us."

Amara stepped closer in his direction, "Oh yeah, blame it all on me! Who puts themselves right back out there unless they never had true feelings, to begin with!"

Dreardon stepped forward, inching closer to Amara, "Yeah and you're Miss Perfect, can never do any wrong! As if being in a relationship with me wasn't enough, you had to control everything!" He laughed bitterly, "Even now! We aren't even together, and you still think you have some say in who I entertain!"

Amara ripped her mask from her face, "Yeah? Well, at least I showed I cared!" Her voice lowered, "You were so busy being in love with yourself, there was no room for me."

The room grew silent as Dreardon removed his mask and stepped closer. He could feel Amara's heightened breath on his lips. He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head up so that she was now staring into his electric eyes. Amara's breathing quickened.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Her jaw clenched as he lowered his lips to hers.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened startling the two of them. Amara jumped back, breaking away from Dreardon's hold, but not before hearing him curse underneath his breath.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"No ma'am," Dreardon quickly responded. He walked over, "I'm Dreardon."

She shook his hand and nodded, looking over at Amara.

Amara shook her head, "Oh right, I'm sorry," she quickly walked over, careful not to trip over her dress, "and I'm Amara, " she stuck out her hand, and the woman embraced it.