Those Lost Memories

22. The Third Wheel

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Chapter 22

The Third Wheel

“Wait what? You said you love him?” Marcus asked Annabelle with curiosity burning his insides.

“Yeah, I did.”

“And what did he say?”

Annabelle adjusted in her seat and turned ahead. They were sitting in the office’s cafeteria for the break. Edward was back in his office, working. He had promised Annabelle that he would take her out for lunch once he packed up with his work.

She seemed lost in her own thoughts before snapping out of it slowly and replying, “He just grinned widely and kissed me.”

“Then?” an impatient Marcus asked, rather quietly.

“Then we went to sleep.” Annabelle was already zoning back into her own thoughts.

“Then?”

“Then what Mar? Did you want him to parade the streets at midnight singing a song about how I said that I return his love?”

Marcus chuckled quietly and said, “Not quite but if I were him, I would do just that.”

Annabelle turned to him and rolled her eyes, “Well, what are you trying to get at?”

Marcus sighed and said, “C’mon A. You remembered every freaking thing! That at least calls for a celebration.”

“In the middle of the night?” Annabelle asked rhetorically.

Marcus rolled his eyes, “Yes! Well, no. Not necessarily. But it didn’t have to be right then. Say what about later? It could be today also. He could do something really special for you.”

“He said he’s taking me out for lunch. Maybe he has planned a surprise?” Annabelle perked up.

“There is a possibility. But don’t get your hopes up only to have them crash down later. Remember, expectations are the main cause of grief,” Marcus warned, lowly.

Annabelle waved him off dismissively, “Yeah, Yeah. I know.”

As Marcus was about to say something, they noticed everyone in the cafeteria quieten. Everybody had stopped doing what they were doing and the attention was shot to one person, who had just walked in.

She was a pretty blonde, clad in business attire, a top with slightly puffed sleeves and a leg hugging skirt which came above her knees. She looked elegant yet sexy and her beauty was enhanced by her confidence. Moving around the waiting line, she ordered her food.

“Who’s that beauty?” Marcus asked. “She’s smoking hot, A. I think you’ve got some competition.”

Annabelle smacked his arm saying, “Behave Mar. She’s a woman, not a room temperature. ‘Sexy’ is okay to a limit but ‘hot’ is so not gentlemanly of you.”

“Who the hell said I was a gentleman?” Marcus asked in wonder.

“Well, actions speak louder than words and yours simply pointed towards a chivalrous young man. Are these your true colours?”

Marcus grinned, “Maybe, maybe not. But as I was saying, who is that chick?”

Annabelle turned to look back at the woman. The woman looked new; she paid for her food and turned around looking for a seat.

“I’ll call her to sit with us,” so saying, Marcus waved at her. The woman looked at Marcus assessing him with her gaze and then turned to his side and her eyes landed on Annabelle. She sneered at Annabelle and turned around, walking out of the cafeteria.