Chapter 70
Melissa
I fought the urge to say anything more than what I already said still haven’t been able to convince myself that I’m nothing like my mother,
Right, we lived in different generations but it’s the same thing going on in our lives. I swallowed hard and hummed just to make Nate stop with the questions.
“Where the problem would have been was if you stuck around him after he did all that to you.”
He smirked and I felt a lump right in my chest. This only confirmed that I was like my mother with just a different color of hair,
How do I explain that even after Ian cheated, I stayed? Even though I convinced myself I was only staying because I needed a plan. That also brings me to say I’m like my father. The greedy bastard who would do anything for the money without minding who it hurt or not.
“I’m like my father,” I blurted out and then pushed the plates away.
“Melissa?” Nate called with an arched eyebrow. I could see his confusion and hell, anyone would be as confused as him after witnessing all the drama I pulled. Who confesses to being like a man that they publicly criticized? Well, that’s me cause every minute that passes just makes me see how much of a fucking hypocrite I am.
wiped my mouth and stood up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I shouldn’t have dropped my worrisome burden on you too and I should have brought my credit card.”
“Well I have my debit card,” he snapped. “And you don’t have to apologize. You can always feel free to tell—“
I shook my head. “You don’t get it.” I paused to allow him winder before I continued. “I can’t be having these conversations with you. For fuck’s sake you’re my colleague, not my friend.”
“Oh.”
“I’m uh–I’m sorry,” I finally blurted and walked away from the building.
I reached the opaque glass door and pushed it open without looking back. I know that came out bad and harsh and whatever but I can’t let Nate start thinking we’re friends, buddies, or so shit that may become something.
We can’t.
I was lost in my thoughts for the rest of the day. I couldn’t even tell what exactly I was thinking of but I really hated that I talked about my father’s bad traits and how my mother was a coward. No one has ever heard me talk about them that way and it hurts that the first person to is Nate Bisley.
Nate is not a bad guy. Nahh, he’s never been one but I still can’t bring myself to accept him as what he wants to be. I struggled to get all the schedules for tomorrow organized before grabbing my bag to leave for the day.
Luckily, Nate was still buried in work when I left so I guess he didn’t notice me leaving. He did I said at the eatery but a part of me feels like he should be.
séem pissed at me for what
I want him pissed or maybe I just want him to show me emotions. I’ve been around men who stifle emotions a lot and now I miss vocal men. Talking about vocal men, Ian wasn’t vocal. He just used to nag about his insecurities and I can’t tell if that
Counts or not.
The blaring sounds of the horn on the road made me scoff. All I just wanted was a good bath and to fall on my bed and the moment I alighted from the car, I went straight to the elevator.
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I got inside but a young lady was already there. She looked at me with a small smile and I thought to myself to not be a jerk this time around. I smiled back and pressed the button on my floor.
I exhaled and stood there comfortably waiting to accomplish all he set goals I had in mind.
“Have you been here for long?”
I turned to my left, where she was standing, and raised my eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” she sneered. “It’s the voice, isn’t it?”
Oh, here I was, about to be a jerk. My reaction was normal. It was the first time I was hearing a young lady sound so masculine and hoarse, I couldn’t help it but she caught me.
I gave a small nod. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-,
“Yeah I know,” she snapped. “I can tell when someone is trying to be scornful.
“Hmm.” I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not so I just gave a nod and looked front.
“So you haven’t answered my question.”
“Oh yeah— I’ve been here for quite some time.”
“Does quite some time mean you’ve been here for more than two years or less?”
The elevator claws opened at that moment and I stepped out. “More, actually.”
I didn’t have the opportunity to have any more light–hearted conversations with her but I don’t mind. Truth is, I’ve had quite a day and even a week to think of anything else but my bed.
The moment I tossed my bag to the bed, I felt a flush of regret again. Yeah, is spent the entire day at the office wondering why I told a stranger about my personal life. It’s going to haunt me now that the image of my parents in Nate’s mind is nothing but a greedy bastard and a cowardice as another and that’s–that’s something I didn’t like.
Maybe telling him how great my grandma is could lessen the whole thing but thinking of her, I remembered I was supposed to send some bucks for her drugs.
I turned to the table to grab the book where her account was written but my eyes narrowed. “Shit.”
My jotter wasn’t there. It wasn’t there.
“No no no,” I muttered pacing around and trying to think of where it could be. “Shit, Marcus.”
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