The Broken Ones

Friend or Foe?

Song: Ophelia by The Lumineers

Alexander: 

All I could think about was the kiss. The kiss. Her lips, god her lips. It has been such a long time since I have felt those lips. Her soft lips that I didn't realize I did miss. What is wrong with me? Driving home, it was difficult. I wasn't thinking about the road, all I could think about my stupidity and those lips. Willa must hate me or feel more confused. Hell, I feel confused. I shouldn't have done that. But at that moment, I had to. We were in the heat of the moment and she was so close, I could see every small detail on her face and eyes. I just felt drawn towards her. I had to kiss her. I can't tell Elizabeth about this. She would murder me. I am an engaged man for fucks sake. I don't know what I am going to do. It just seems like life just keeps getting more and more complicated. Do I regret it? I don't know. Feeling those lips against mines, it made me go back in time. It made me think of all those moments I had with Willa when we were together. It made me think of all those times I kissed her and all those times I felt content just being with her. 

Being around her, it drives my mind crazy and I don't know if that is a good or bad thing. All I know though is that I have to stop thinking like this or else I will go in a deeper rabbit hole. Getting home, I was lucky I didn't crash. The tricky part, though, is getting passed Elizabeth without giving myself away. If she suspects anything, she will dig deep until the truth comes out. Once entering the house, I tried to listen for Elizabeth around the house, not really hearing much. I walked up the stairs, checking my office if she was in there, not a sight of her there. I then checked the bedroom, seeing her laying there already asleep. I let out a breath of relief, happy that she was asleep. I didn't want any drama coming up. I decided to sleep in the guest bedroom, not in the right state of mind to sleep next to her. Entering the guest bedroom, I took my jacket off, playing my keys on the nightstand next to the bed and my phone. It was already so dark out and I just felt exhausted. 

As I was getting ready for bed, all I could really wonder was what Willa was thinking. If she was hating me right now or if she was freaking out like how I was driving home. Getting into bed, I began to get consumed by the thoughts of her. Willa really didn't deserve more drama. During that conversation, I could see that it was hard for her to talk about everything she had been through after the divorce. I don't know what happened though after we split. She didn't have a lot of money because she wouldn't take the money I offered to her. After we split, she became a ghost. I didn't get updates from her nor did I hear from anyone regarding her. Seeing her at that moment though, I know she was hiding something from me. She was about to say something but held it back. I could see that pain behind her eyes. What is it that she is hiding from me and why hasn't she told me? I began to question everything about her. What happened to her after our divorce? It was her I was last thinking off as sleep consumed me. 

The next day came and I was prepared to head towards work since today is just a full workday. Elizabeth did ask me why I came home late, I just said I had some last minute work things to do. She believed it but didn't seem to set on it. I ate a bit of food before heading out, giving Elizabeth a small peck so she doesn't think I am being cold towards her. Leaving, I head towards my job, this time not planning on doing anything dumb like last time. It was already so bright out, there was heavy traffic. Arriving to work, I instantly went straight towards my office, seeing Becka there, prepared to tell me everything. "Here are the phone calls made, rescheduling, and the meetings set up for today. Mr. White did call in again also to confirm the meeting. there emails sent to you also. And here is your coffee." I took everything in, taking a sip from the coffee, thanking her before heading inside my office. Overlooking everything, I saw that I did have quite a lot of meetings for today. Thank god for the coffee. 

I started going through the rundown everything, making phone calls, emailing people as well as setting up meetings. It took me about two hours to settle everything down, going ahead with the first few meetings. Becka tagged along with me, taking notes as we did the meetings. The people I was having the meetings with were men I had done partnerships with, spreading the news to other states and countries. These men are also to allow me to make them money as well. They just want to go over everything in order to make our partnership better as well as how we could expand more. After about four hours of meetings, I had a small break to have lunch. Becka was the one to bring it to me and I was doing the slow work, doing some more emailing. 

As Becka brought the lunch into my office, I looked over my schedule to see what else I have left. "Is Mr. White my last appointment?" I ask her. She checks her notes and nods. "Yes, sir." I nod, dismissing her. As I ate my lunch and looked over the files I started to think about Willa a bit. Yes, I will admit, I did miss her. Yes, I miss her. I am her ex-husband, after all, there are occasions I do miss her. I loved her. Things lead to one thing to another though. When we were split though, I did forget about her. Eventually. I did think about her time to time. Having her around there, it isn't time to time anymore. It's all the time. Even now. How can she do that? How does she crawl back to my mind. If we were married at the moment, she would be texting me about being less stressed and how she is going to probably make my favorite for dinner. She was one hell of a cook. I do miss her cooking. A lot. One of the many things she is good at. I wonder if she still cooks. I then looked at my food, no longer wanting it. 

I looked up at the sound of the door. "Come in!" I say, putting the food away. Becka then pops her head in "Mr. White is here for the meeting." She says. I looked at her a little confused, looking at the time. I didn't realize that I was spaced out for forty minutes. "Oh. Bring him in." I say. Becka nods. I really didn't realize how much I was thinking about Willa. Time just flies. The door then opens again, my attention now on the man walking in. I stood up and put on my best smile. "Mr. White. Nice meeting with you." The man who was dressed in a dark blue suit and a black case smiled back, giving my hand a shake. "Please. Call me Ethan. It feels weird being called by my last name. It reminds me of my teachers." The man, Ethan, says. I nod, complying with him. "Of course. You can call me Alexander then. Sit. We have a lot to discuss." Ethan then sits down. I could see him look around in the office, probably still new to the whole business thing. "Are you still new to the whole business life?" I ask him, his eyes now focused on me. "A bit. I have had just a few years of experience. You are actually my first big deals." He says. I smile, a little fascinated by this. "Well, I am happy to be your first. I have worked with many small businesses. They are doing a lot of success now. And we can both help each other." 

And so we began to speak about his business and the ins and out of everything, giving him the rundown of everything. We were speaking for about two hours. He seemed very interested in the whole business, even taking notes on it which was interesting but also nice to see that he was being serious about it. It actually made him put a little bit more trust in him. It means that he is serious about the partnership and that I wouldn't have to worry much about his partnership. There are many types of businessmen. Those who spend the money and those who are saving the money. I actually like the dude. By the end of the meeting, we were laughing. "Thank you, Ethan. It really was a joy to meet with you. I can tell this partnership will go very well." I tell him, standing up along with him. "Yes. It really was. And I hope so. I hope we can meet again. I shall send my paperwork to you as soon as I can." We then shook hands, giving my business card to him and letting him go on with his way. For once, my day did end well. And I had my mind off things for a while. It was a breath of relief too. Driving home, I actually took a detour to get a treat for myself and for Elizabeth. 

I was happy for once.