Jilted

Ring the Alarm

Tell me how should I feel

When you made me belong

And the thought of you just touching her is what I hate most

I don’t want you, but I want it

And I can’t let it go

To know you give it to her like you gave it to me

Come on

Beyonce – Ring the Alarm

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Unable to keep herself quiet, Geviana laughed. Loud. Loud enough so that Christopher was left standing on the other side of the door hoping that they weren’t doing anything on the other side.

“Just sit down in your big, corporate chair and be the V.P. you are. You can take care of your umm…needs later,” Geviana snickered, biting her inner cheek to keep from laughing.

“This is highly embarrassing, you know. I’ve never left either a girl or myself unsatisfied,” Alex muttered.

“Who said I was unsatisfied?” Geviana smirked, watching him sink into his leather chair with a heavy groan.

With grace, she came to the door, opening it with a glow of laughter still about her. Even Christopher’s dark looks couldn’t bring her down right now as he swept past her with a glower on his face.

He was pleasantly glad to see that they were both fully clothed, and that Geviana had opened the door with a glowing smile on her face. Lord, she looked a lot better than she had with that tight lipped smile she had offered to Kyle and Lariza.

Christopher seated himself in one of the two chairs across from Alex’s mahogany desk.

“You alright, man?” Christopher asked, nothing the particularly pained expression on his partner’s face.

“Uh-huh,” Alex groaned, forcing himself to think of the most remotely unsexy things. Liza Minnelli, Barbara Walters, Joan Rivers. There, now he was beginning to feel better.

“So what have you two been doing in here?” Christopher asked suspiciously.

“We were just talking about the new renovations for the lobby. I want to retile the entire floor and any other area that has that awful blue tile,” Geviana jumped in, before Alex could make any more pained sounds. Christopher listened intently to her plans, and approved of her choice in design.

“Well, gentlemen, I guess my work for today is done. I’ll make all the necessary preparations for the renovations,” she informed Christopher and Alex. With a small smile and feeling immensely better than she had when she first entered the office, she said her goodbyes.

She gathered her materials and waited impatiently for the elevator to come up to her. That was what Geviana hated about tall buildings: how long it took to travel from floor to floor. Finally, the door swung open with a chime, and Geviana eagerly rushed in.

The elevator was just about to close when a hand snaked out, blocking her elevators from closing. Geviana’s delicate eyebrows arched, as a disgruntled looking Christopher stumbled into the elevators, carrying a dark briefcase.

“I’m calling it a day, too,” he offered as a way of explanation. For the first time, it struck Geviana how tired her “boss” looked. His silvery eyes looked fatigued and were surrounded by dark circles. His jawline was so well defined and strong, but the hollows beneath his cheeks looked more pronounced than ever.