CHAPTER 3: Son of a G..
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I let out a squeal at the sight of my breasts on display. My hands immediately went to my coat, crossing at my chest to cover up.
Great!
Here I was flashing a stranger in the middle of a breakup.
No wonder I felt free for a few seconds.
“How…?”
“Let me help with that,” the stranger said.
My eyes bulged out at his suggestion.
What did he mea–oh!
He bent down at his waist as he picked up the buttons that had stopped rolling on the floor.
“They still seem salvageable,” he said as he stood up straighter, his gaze on the buttons in his huge hands.
My face heated up as I took the buttons, my fingertips brushed lightly on his palms.
They were rough to touch.
“Th-Thanks,” I stammered as I struggled to speak. I was still trying to recover from the wardrobe malfunction.
“You can take your time fixing it up. I wouldn't want anyone else seeing them.”
I frowned at his words before my attention went back to my chest, then back to him.
He wore a smirk before he walked by me, heading for the exit door.
At the door, he turned around as he spoke, “Nice boobs, by the way.”
My mouth dropped as I stared at him.
The audacity!
I was lost for words, so I could only watch him as he winked at me before walking away.
Glancing down, I observed my boobs.
Hm, they did seem extra nice today. I had rubbed a little baby oil for an extra glow because of what I had planned.
“At least a sexy man liked what he saw,” I muttered.
It was funny. The guy outside, my boyfriend, never appreciated them.
Whoops– ex-boyfriend.
I struggled with the buttons as I tried to put them in place, but I could only fix one button.
“f**k this!” I exhaled in frustration.
I was so done! With everything, with Derek!
After a little stop at the corner of the restaurant, I stomped back towards the eating area.
I sighted Derek who had his head down as he typed on his phone.
Did he wait as a courtesy to me? No way.
Without sparing him a glance, I grabbed my bag and took a step forward to leave.
“You're leaving?” His question stopped me.
Turning my head to him, I threw an icy glare at him, “Why? Did you think I was going to cry and beg you?”
“No, but–”
“I don't have time to waste. Good riddance.” I said as I sashayed out of the restaurant with my head high.
As I entered my car, my grin widened as I looked at my passenger seat.
The bags filled with packaged food were literally calling me.
Yeah.
I had ordered a s**t load of food, and no one, but that scum, was going to pay for it all.
I wore a smirk as I started my car.
There was no way I was going to go through a breakup without eating.
Immediately, my car screeched out of the road as I headed home to indulge in some ice-cream.
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Work.
It seemed cliché, but that was the only way I could cope with whatever had happened.
Ping!
A message arrived on my phone as I drove to my next business meeting.
Being a brand marketer wasn't easy. I had fought to get to where I was, and it still wasn't enough.
I had dream brands I wanted to work with. Goals to achieve.
Well, that was good.
Now, I was free, all my focus would be on building my business brand.
Yeah, there's no loyal partner like your career.
God! That sounded so pathetic.
Today, I wore a black top on a black worn-out sweatpants, and some fancy slippers.
It wasn't really a business meeting. I just had to pick up the revised marketing plan for a boutique I was working with.
Entering the mall where the boutique was located, I stopped in my tracks as I glanced around.
Every stall was decorated with the bright blinding colors–pink and red.
Ugh!
I wore my dark shades to protect my eyes from the horror as I made my way to the office.
God! Have I mentioned that I officially hated the holidays? Valentine's Day in particular.
As if being born in the month of love wasn't enough, now I had to be unlucky in love.
‘This new year was already proving to be so awesome,’ I thought, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Guess I would be having my first black valentine, yayy.”
‘Just me and me.’ I thought as I rolled my eyes.
“Hey Tessy,” I greeted the receptionist as I entered the boutique.
“Wow. You look..” her eyes moved slowly over me from my head to toe as I made my way towards her.
“....great?” She completed it as a question, probably not sure of what she was saying.
“Thanks,” I took the compliment anyway.
It wasn't as though I was in the right mental headspace to dress up.
“Black is my new color,” I added as I dropped my bag on her desk.
“Is it no longer purple again? Or what was the name you called it….?”
“Forget it,” I stopped her.
“Mira said she left some documents with you.”
“Yeah, I have it.” She said as she bent down to grab it.
“Here it is,” she said as she dropped the folder on the desk.
“Ugh!” I scoffed as I adjusted my sunglasses, and I flipped through the documents.
“Isn't it a bit too early for all these decorations?” I asked, glancing at the pink and red flowers in the store.
“How can you say that?!” Tessy gasped, her voice high-pitched, and filled with shock.
“It's January sixteen. It's never too early for Valentine's.” she giggled.
I fought not to roll my eyes.
“Yeah well. Here's my advice. Maybe, don't make any plans yet.”
“Who knows? You might end up ripping to shreds your all-expense-paid flight tickets to an exotic island,” I muttered, the bitterness in my tone seeping through.
Not that I did that.
“Uh-oh. Did something happen?”
“No. I–” I paused as something caught my eyes through the plain glass window of the boutique.
Wait a minute.
I took off my sunglasses as I sighted two lovey-dovey couples stepping out of a store.
They were all touchy-feely, the girl was giggling non-stop at the man.
‘Cringey much?’ I thought.
My brows furrowed as I continued to watch them, waiting for the man to turn around.
There was something—
“Just look at them,” Tessy spoke up, “They've been going on strong for a while now.”
I removed my gaze from them as I looked at Tessy, “You know them?”
“Of course. They were all over the place during New Year's Eve. The man was such a sucker for her.”
“All she had to do was point to the clothes she liked, and she it was hers.”
Shaking her head, Tessy continued, “I wouldn't forget them. She was too snobbish and rude, and all he did was stare at her boob.”
“Is that right? Oh, I see…” I said as my gaze returned to them.
I glanced at the store they had just stepped out of.
It was a ring shop.
Tiffany’s, to be exact.
“Since New Year's Eve, huh?” I muttered as I watched them.
There was no way the girl was up to twenty years of age.
She was a slim blonde girl who looked like she was fresh out of high school.
And that shirt that her lover wore. Oh, I knew that shirt.
The guy had finally turned around, and it was none other than Derek.
That scumbag!
He had claimed that he wasn't cheating and yet…
‘Did he get her expensive jewelry?’ I wondered.
'Did he get her a ring?'
'Was he planning on proposing to her?'
Son of a gun!
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