Chapter Two
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***Emily's P.O.V***
"Oh! you so have to tell me how it went. Did you like him? was he gentle? where did he take you? hurry up tell me all that went on between you and Richie."
"Oh God! you can be a real pain in the ass girl. How come God, did I get her as a best friend?"
"Shut up! I know you wish to be my partner if I were a lesbian. You can't get enough of me." She joked
We both let out a heartfelt laughter. She well knows how to put me in a good mood.
"Now back to what I was saying, tell me you like him."
she said, already manipulating my yet to be given answer about the blind date she set for me. She has been trying to get me to date again and maybe love again for some years now. Barely a year ago she got married to her husband Nate. A guy she met three years ago. We were initially sharing an apartment when she moved in with him when they started dating. I have never felt so lonely like I felt at that moment. Out of guilt and pity she tried setting these blind dates which I kept on declining. But can you say no to Edna?.
"It was okay. He is handsome and all but I am not ready."
When I decide to date I want to be able to trust and be safe with that guy and I don't see that happening anytime soon plus there seems to be something off about him.
"When are you waiting to move on?"
"I have moved on. I just don't want to be in a relationship." I said irritated
"No you have not. You are still holding on to what Martin did to you and you are still living in a dream that he will get back to you."
"Shut up, what do you know?. I am not holding on to him,I don't love him all I feel is hatred and remorse."
"No dear,I know more than you think I do. You are like my sister. I know you like an open book. Believe me when I say that he doesn't deserve your pain. I know that under that calm facade of yours is so much pain. That's why you can't give another guy a chance because you fear they are alike. All men are not the same. Look at Nate, he is different so I believe there are good ones. Why don't you give Richie a chance. It might be worth it."
"No I can't,Martin created a huge cavity in me and as I said it's gonna take a lot of time to fill it. I am sorry I wish I can."
I didn't realize I was crying until she held out a tissue to me.
"Wake up Emmy you are only hurting yourself. That jerk doesn't deserve your slightest pain."
I know and I have moved past that but the betrayal from my family and Andrea was too great. It's not shocking but for f***s sake I am their daughter too. As for Martin I am glad I didn't marry him. I realized I fell in love with a clown version of him.
"I think I should be heading back to work now."
I said as I finished off the beacon left in my plate signaling the end of our lunch. I checked the time and realized it was still thirty minutes to the end of lunch break so I decided to take a walk at the nearby park rather than sitting here talking to Edna about stuff we had talked about countless times. Don't get me wrong, I love being with my friend but right now in her heavily pregnant state, she talks about sorrowful things and I'm not ready for any of that.
"I should get going. Mr Pratt left tons of work to be done. See you later."
I made my way towards the park since my office is just ten minutes drive from here. I sat on one of the love-seats taking my feet from my high heels to massage my aching feet. I don't understand why women wear these heels of this height apart from stupid fashion. There weren't enough people here due to the fact that it's a working day and most people were probably working. What caught my eye was two youngsters who looked a few years younger than me lock their gaze and could tell they were so in love by their behavior. Poor them, they don't know that true love doesn't exist. One single mistake and everything they thought they felt is gone, one betraying the other. I once believed in love but I found it was all fantasy. I watched as something which was thrown in the air hit the girl's leg making her almost trip. The guy did his best to hold on to her and to my surprise and that of the girl's, the guy lifted her up, walking her towards one of the love seats before proceeding to massage the affected leg. This looks so romantic. Martin never did this for me when I hit my leg on a stone and started bleeding profusely.
"Here you go again thinking of that loser." I scolded myself.
I was lost in thought and nearly missed time when a fallen item brought me back to reality. I looked up to see a very handsome guy running after a toddler. I took the fallen item and realized it was a wrist watch. The very expensive one ,the one whose price can buy you an entire three bedroom apartment. I decided to run after him but he was running too fast. I felt something damp on my hand,I looked up and saw it was starting to rain. How come I never noticed the cloudy weather before. I tried to gain the man's attention as he got hold of the child. He turned around running towards me but I couldn't wait anymore since the rain was getting heavier and harsher.
To prevent getting wetter, I ran towards my car not before noticing a tattoo on the man's upper part of his arm. I drove off toward work.
I got to work a bit late which led to me being sanctioned to my boss' office.
I got to Mr. Pitts office but it was empty. Ahh! wasn't he the one who just asked me to come to his office through the intercom?
All of a sudden, the door behind me went shut and locked.
"Well well well, look who finally fell into my trap."
I heard the evil tone of my boss. He has been trying to get me to date him for over two years now.
I turned towards him to find him walking towards me with an evil smirk on his face. I kept walking backwards with each step he took until I felt the hard form of his desk. I watched with fear as he brought my skirt up and ran his hand over my mound. I couldn't help not to feel wet but this is so wrong. He is my boss. I pushed him backwards but he forcibly lifted me up forcing my legs open, standing in between my legs,I tilted my head when he tried kissing me.
"You are mine and I will do everything to have you. Even if I have to k-i"
There was a knock on the door interrupting what he was saying. He tried kissing me but another knock halted his movement.
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