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The dreaded ex conversation.

We didn't have that.  Art, he didn't have a serious relationship before so there is not much to talk about, and as for me well he didn't ask the specifics. Not until now.

He was awfully quiet the entire ride. When we reached our home, I couldn't take it anymore, I'm used to his quietness but this is different. No unnecessary touching, no sweet talking, no nothing. He just sat on the sofa and closed his eyes breathing heavily from time to time.

Wait, I didn't do anything wrong why is he acting like that anyway.

"Is there a problem love?" I sat beside him

"I don't know Calixta do we have a problem?" ok remember what I told you about him calling me Calixta, yeah when he's mad at me.

He's mad.

"No, I don't think that we have a problem love."

"Babe! He fucking called you babe! Who does that to random people?"
ok he is really mad. That bastard I can't wait to kill him!!!

"He's a just a client. Do you think I would ask you to pick me up if I'm doing something behind your back?"

"A client who calls you babe. Do you think If I call one of my resident or patient babe is ok?" his sarcasm is killing me.

"That's different come on plus your patients are kids you can call them babe."

"I'm not joking here, stop being a smartass. Is he really just a client Calixta?"

That moment when you're at a fork in the road will you go left or right? Always right. Right?

Here it goes...

"He's my ex-boyfriend but I didn't know that he's the CEO of the record label. And I clearly told him not to call me that and I'm just there for business."

"I won't ask you about him, it's all in the past and your story to tell. But this is us now so drop the project Calixta."

This is the first time that Art said something about my job. He usually let me do whatever I want with my career and give his full support on what project I'm doing. This is really serious; he is definitely serious.

"I'll talk to the my boss tomorrow and see what I can do to drop the project without too much backlash on the company. Can you call me love now and not my name?" he pulled me closer to him and kissed my forehead.

"Let me see that foot. Does it still hurt?" he checked if it was swelling and apply a cold compress on it.

"You still mad at me?" pouting my lips while he's holding my legs on his lap.

"I'm not mad at you love. I'm mad at the situation. I love you and I trust you. It's him that I don't trust and sorry if I acted that way earlier."

I felt the ice pack left my foot and placed on my hoo-ha and him crawling on top of me.

"I'm sorry too. If I had known he's the CEO of that record label I wouldn't accept that project in the first place."