The Older Man Part II

Chapter 10

Jealousy Doesn't Look Good On You

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CHEYENNE'S POINT OF VIEW

While we were in the elevator, Vincent helped me put on the coat he brought for me. He warned me of how nasty the weather outside looked. He said I would need the coat to stay warm.

The elevator stopped on the first floor and opened with a chime. I walked side by side with Vincent out of the elevator and into the empty area of the first floor.

I noticed how tight Vincent seemed to be holding onto my waist. He kept an iron grip on me ever since I said goodbye to Adrian. It wasn't like him to do something like this, so I knew that there was something bothering him.

We can talk about it in the car, I told myself mentally.

Together, we walked past the security guard's desk and said goodbye to Elijah who waved at both of us. Vincent held the door open for me as we stepped out of the building.

He was right about the weather. The clouds were dark grey in color and crowded together, hiding the sky from my view. There was a hostile wind blowing cool air against everything in its path. I felt a chill shiver down my spine when the cold air brushed by my body.

With one arm, Vincent held the umbrella he brought in his hand, using it to block the heavy rain that was falling onto us, while he held me close to him with the other.

We walked gingerly atop the slippery cement to where he was parked. He helped me into the truck before he walked around the rear to let himself in the driver's side.

After throwing the now closed umbrella into the backseat, Vincent seatbelted himself in and started the truck.

It was quiet between us as he reversed out of his parking spot and began to drive away from Evans & Partners. The only sounds that could be heard were the contact his tires made against the wet concrete and the pitter-patter of rain against the windows.

I noticed how oddly Vincent was behaving since we left my job.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I wasn't sure what was eating at him, but I knew I wanted to help. I didn't like it when he was angry or upset. He was distant and cold when he would become a prisoner to those moods.

"Vincent," I said softly to grasp his attention.

I didn't more than a grunt in response. Was he upset with me? I thought to myself.

I began to ponder all the possible reasons why I could've been the cause of him feeling this way. I couldn't pinpoint anything. He was fine when he went to pick me up. He was alright when I introduced him to Adrian. He didn't start to behave this way until after I went to grab my lunch bag, leaving him alone with Adrian. Something must've happened while I was gone.

"Vincent," I said once more, this time, touching his thigh gently, "what's the matter? Are you okay?" I asked in a delicate voice. I didn't want to use any particular tone with him, worried that it would only fuel the irate mood he was in.

He didn't respond until he stopped at a red light. He let out a huff before turning to look at me. "What's the deal with that Adrian guy?" He asked snippily.