I was waiting for warmth to engulf my lips but instead there was cool breeze and no sign of Dylan's lips.
I opened my eyes and instead of a smirk or any signs of arrogance, he looked sad and he was looking away.
Did the floor interest him more than me?
Anger
A wave of anger swept across me. I wasn't angry at him but at myself for throwing myself so shamelessly at my secretary. Granted he was my friend but he had no obligation to kiss me back and I had no right to expect that from him.
I tore myself away from him and I walked out as fast as I could.
I was sober in an instant and the cold winds of winter howling, weren't making me feel all the better.
I called myself an uber, before Dylan came running behind me but he was too late and I was already in the car.
I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. I can't lose the only friend I have because of a moment of weakness on my part.
Dylan never gave me any signs that he was interested in me romantically but I crossed a line today and I had to rectify my mistake.
Without anymore thought I texted him
Me : I'm sorry and let's just forget that ever happened
*****
I woke up with a throbbing headache and my maid had just left a hangover soup at my bedside. I checked my phone and Dylan hadn't texted me back. I was feeling nervous.
Maybe he'll never talk to me again
Was I abusing the fact that I was his boss?
Would this account as sexual harassment?
And before my thoughts could take a darker turn my phone pinged.
Dylan:No worries, I hope you haven't forgotten to cook lunch for me today
Me:What?
Dylan: We had a plan to go out for lunch but you insisted to cook. Don't tell me you forgot?
Me:Ya okay
Dylan: I'll be up in 5
Me: you're here?
Dylan :it's 1 o'clock, I just assumed lunch would take place now but if you're not okay with that, I can leave
Me: No, come up I'll cook us something delicious
I was across the room in 2 minutes and I ran to take a shower and wash off the wretched smell of alcohol off my body.
I wore a floral pink dress and a pink lip tint. I gulped down my hangover soup.
My maid had already left and I was regretting offering to cook but I made plans and I hated withdrawing on anyone.
So I ran to the kitchen to find out what I had and what I could make do with it.
Before I could open the refrigerator, the door bell rang.
I opened it and Dylan looked amazing in his plain white t--shirt matched with black sweatpants and white yeezys.
His golden brown hair styled effortlessly and his strikingly beautiful deep emerald green eyes never failing to accentuate his face even more.
He was leaning against the door frame and smiled as soon as he saw me.
Did he already forget what happened last night?
I smiled back at him and let him in.
"Lyn you're house seems to get bigger every time I visit" he chuckled, walking towards the kitchen and sitting down on a stool.
"What would you like to eat ?" I said tapping my fingers on the kitchen island trying to think of dishes I could cook quickly.
"Anything you like, I'm not a picky eater
Ms.Laue"
"Fine, I'll make us some creamy garlic penne pasta"
I finished cooking in 15 minutes and we ate in complete silence with the rhythmic clinking of the cutlery.
The silence was making me over think and before I knew what I was going to say, I blurted out the one question that was bothering me since last night.
"Am I never going to find love?" I asked him with tears starting to swirl. I was almost 30 and I had neither a husband nor a boyfriend.
If I didn't find someone soon I would die a spinster.
"Who told you something that stupid?
He replied looking me dead in the eyes with all the seriousness in the world.
"All my relationships in the past 5 years have failed, and all if not most of them were after my money or my body, noone loved me, Harlyn never existed in any relationship it was only her positive traits that did" I explained, a single tear escaped my eye and fell on to the floor in silent disintegration.
He just looked away and once again I had made him feel guilty when all he wanted to do was eat lunch peacefully.
"I'm sorry, forget I said that" I apologised. Stabbing my pasta softly in an attempt to control my all over the place emotional state.
"No, why do you keep apologising? You won't die alone Lyn, you should stop thinking too much "
"How am I supposed to do that if I'm all alone all the time except for work?"
"I'm here, Lyn"he asserted placing his hand on mine.
"But when will someone love me without needing any specific reason to love me?"
"I'm gonna go now Lyn, I'll just
"Wait, I got it !"
"Got what?"
"The perfect idea!"
"And what is that?" He said confused whilst raising an eyebrow in an unspoken challenge.
"I'll become fat!" I stated, grinning from ear to ear from the brilliancy of my plan.
"You're what?" He looked like he just heard Donald Trump was elected the president.
"it's perfect, if I'm fat and pretend I have no money then I might have a chance of finding someone who loves me for me"
He was looking at me with his mouth agape and was absolutely speechless .
"Lyn, how can you be so insensitive towards fat and poor people?"
"I was fat and poor once and I'm not disrespecting them in anyway I'm just taking away my most physically attractive traits to ascertain the ONE"
"So what now, you're going to eat your career away?"
"I didn't say I would do that, just meet me tomorrow at Club MiMi for the first day of the Experiment"
"Okay but I'm still skeptical about this and if you fail, I have the right to say 'I told you so' "
"Fine" I assured and I got to work thinking about how I would go through with this experiment.
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The Fat Experiment
Lãng mạnHarlyn is a businesswoman through and through. Being the Ceo of her own company, she has had little to no time for a social life but she didn't care for she had all the luxuries and a perfect boyfriend but when you throw a cheating boyfriend to the...
