When The Wrong One Loves You Right 1: A New Life

Chapter 14: About Saturday Night

Monday. Oh, Monday morning how I hate you. I wake up groggy and sort of out of it. I skipped my run to get an extra hour of sleep. But it didn't help. Four hours of sleep is not enough. I get ready quickly dressing business woman style in a white button down and black skirt. I pull my hair up and put my makeup on. I'm please to say that my conjunctivitis has finally cleared up. I still wish it would've happened a couple days sooner. Outwardly I look like my life is all put together, on the inside, I'm screaming at the idea of telling Mark what happened with his brother over the weekend. My heart has been beating so fast since I got up. The idea of telling him makes me nervous. I quickly enter the building and go up to our cubicle to find he's not there. The whole time clenching my bag to my chest. I keep telling myself that I can do this, that I am in control.

I quickly walk to the break room to see if he is having his morning coffee. There he is, leaning against the frame of the window. He is staring at the busy city below. My heart skips a beat seeing him and his ultra-sexy attitude. I take a deep breath and walk towards him. The break room is empty it's just him and I. We catch each other's eyes. He smiles his charmer smile walking toward me. He sets his cup on a table and puts his hands on my waist as he kisses my cheek. His mouth deviates to my lips without ever touching them. I am overwhelmed by a sudden rush of heat as his fragrance takes me over. I close my eyes.

"Hello you." He whispers in my ear. He is aware of the arousal he just invoked in me.

"I have something to tell you." I say.

I take a couple steps back feeling a little dizzy and close my eyes. Mark grabs my hand helping me steady myself.

"Ana what's wrong?" He asks with genuine concern in his voice.

"Well you where away. On Saturday night your brother pretended to be you."

Mark looks away for a moment with bewilderment in his eyes. He turns back to me.

"What? Are you joking?" He says, his voice is calm, but I can hear the confusion and worry.

"Matt called and pretended to be you on Saturday and we went to a bar. We kissed, a lot."

Mark's brows furrow. My heart sinks as I continue.

"It didn't go any further. I swear. I felt so guilty after I found out. I knew I would have to tell you."

Mark turns his eyes back to me. There's something harsher in them now.

"Ana are you messing with me? You're telling me that you confused me with my brother?"

"I know that it sounds unbelievable but understand, I had conjunctivitis all weekend, and I couldn't see. Matt played you to perfection. He had your walk down, and he was dressed the same way that you do."

"Because of conjunctivitis?"

"It wasn't just that, Matt, he..."

"It's crazy. You confused me with him!" He raises his voice at me.

"Mark, I didn't know, I swear. I should have seen that he wasn't you. I feel so guilty about it."

"Fuck Ana!" I hear the anger in his voice.

I can't take anymore. I practically run to the elevator. I can't face him anymore. Before the doors close Mark blocks them, slipping inside. His chest rises and falls like he's having trouble breathing.

"Leave me alone Mark, I know what you must think of me."

He violently presses the close button and we take up occupancy of the elevator once again. He sends the elevator to the garage. He is standing less than a meter away from me. I stand and cry in front of this extraordinary man that I feel I'm about to lose. I push myself against the wall of the elevator. I'm trapped.