Nice try Mr.CEO

Chapter 11

The rest of the day flew by in a flash as I got myself mentally prepared for a booze night. I chuckled to myself as I remembered Sam's excited face while talking about all the beer he was going to chug. I swear I don't know how his liver is still alive after he told me about his escapades.

I glance at my computer for the last time before closing it and putting it in my bag. Hearing a knock on my door, I call for them to come in.

"Hello, Miss Gregory. Would you mind stepping into my office after you finish packing up?" I recognize Liza speaking.

"Oh yes, of course."

As she leaves, I almost tense up some more. What could she possibly want from me before I leave? I stand up with my bag and laptop in hand, beginning to walk to her office. Upon approaching, I knock on her door and receive a response to walking in.

She looks up at me from her computer and simply says,

"I expected better from you Miss Gregory. You may now leave. Have a wonderful rest of your day." She nods curtly as I nod hesitantly and decide to take my leave. That one comment almost seemed to have a double meaning. Did she mean me being late? Or was she referencing something different...

Brushing it off, I briskly walk to my fixed and ready car, ready to drive home. Once home, I changed into a black sequin dress with a sweetheart neckline and some dark blue velvet high heels. Mark wasn't home yet from work so I left him a note saying I'd be back later and that I was hanging out with friends.

After a short drive, I reached the bar whose address Sam had sent me 10 minutes before. Stepping out of my car- which I parked by the bar, I could already smell the alcohol and see people stumbling out of the club. You must be wondering: how late must it be for people to already be at a bar? Well, it was almost 8 and after I asked Sam, 'why are we drinking at 8.', he responded with, 'It's 5 o'clock somewhere'.'

Obviously, I wasn't drinking and driving, so I was planning on just having some kind of juice. Walking into the bar, I looked around for Sam and the guys but couldn't seem to spot them. Walking through, trying to spot them, I just kept getting bumped into by people who were already drunk. On the third time, I finally retaliated and said,

"Hey! Watch it will you? Please!"

"Ok ok, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I turn to face... Mark? My face showed more than just my shock. He was wearing almost a formal tux with a tie I had never seen him wear before. His formal attire almost screamed something was up, but why would he be in a bar wearing that?

"Nat?" He asks, his body still facing towards the direction he's walking in.

"Yes, Mark. What are you doing here?" I question, a bit confused.

"Uh, well, I'm here with the company." He replies.

I slightly squint my eyes, as I could see his facial expression turning into one of disbelief.

"Nat, I never knew you were one to go drinking. Do you have a guy with you?" His body language suddenly changes as he turns to fully face me now. His last question hints at the suspicion that I'm cheating on him.

"Hm?," I took a step back, ready to shake my head. "Excuse me?! I'm not here with any guy Mark, I am also here with the company. I would never cheat on you."

He just rolled his eyes. "Mhm ok. I'm gonna head back babe. I'll see you at home."

I stand there in disbelief with my hands by my sides in fists, as my eyes follow Mark making his way into the crowd, and maybe the exit. My eyes suddenly catch Jace waving his hand at me and after a moment, I walk over.

"Who was that?" Sam asks, frowning.

"My boyfriend." I say with as much confusion as my face is showing.

"Oh." he responds.

I just roll my eyes and wave the topic off. We begin to laugh and I slowly drift off into a nice conversation where I feel untouchable. That night was really something, on the one hand, it was so fun and amazing to be around the guys. But on the other hand, I felt uncomfortable and confused as to why Mark was here. Especially him accusing me of cheating. He knows I love him. Why would he think that?

That night, reaching home, Mark wasn't there and he didn't show up that night at all.