The Chronicles Of A Brokenhearted Girl.

Chapter 4

It had been some time now since Mathew and I went out to dinner. We had an amazing time, but since that night, I think Mathew has been avoiding me. At work, things are a bit uncomfortable. I know we had a great time. Maybe I should bring him some coffee from that cafe he likes so much. I parked my baby and walked to the lobby, which was crowded with new hires and interns. "Hmm, the new hires and interns are scheduled for today". I muttered to myself, Good morning, and made my way to Mathews's office. I knocked on his door, and an older lady, Delores was her name, said he was already at his first meeting of the day. I smiled and nodded at Delores, and I entered his office anyway. It was missing the bravado of a man that sits well in the exquisite chair that is lined with expensive materials. I sniffed the air to inhale the sweet scent of coconut and dew that was his scent. I didn't understand how I could smell his expensive cologne. I walked over to his chair and sat in it, my tiny frame lost in the massive chair.

Just then, the door creaked open, and my heart fell to the bottom of my abdomen as I saw a beautiful brunette. Our eyes made contact. If her looks weren't enough to make my insecurities come crashing into my thoughts, her smile was something else. " Good Morning". She was still smiling at me. "Ugh, umm, ugh.". The lady chuckled. " You must be Nichole?" She knew my name, and I didn't know who she was. That was all I kept thinking. Yes, I am Nichole, excuse me, but Mr. Adams is at a meeting; did Delores not tell you?" The lady smiled at me again, but this time her smile held something else. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Not to worry, I'm sure Matthew won't mind his wife being in his office". I felt a sudden wave of confusion and curiosity. Matthew's wife? I had an idea he was married, but to think his wife would be visiting his office. My mind raced with questions as I tried to make sense of the situation. Who was this woman, and what was she doing here?

His wife, was I hearing correctly? This woman just called Mathew her husband. I always felt he was married, but not to her. How was I supposed to compete with that? " Are you okay, love?" I smiled back at her and said, "Yes, please have a seat. I'm sure Mr. Adams will be with you shortly". I got up to walk out when she stopped me and pointed to the coffee I was still holding in my hand. It was crazy; I didn't even realize I was still holding onto it. "Oh, I'm sorry, here please; it was for Mr. Adams anyway". I reached for the handle of the door when it opened on its own. He was standing before me in all his god-like glory; he was a god and his wife a goddess. The brief look shifted quickly to his wife as he walked past me to embrace her. I left his office and closed the door behind me. All my insecurities just dawned on me. I would never have someone like him. Look at her. I am way out of my league, and it was pathetic. But somehow I knew we felt something for each other that night; I wasn't just imagining things, right? As I walked away from his office, a mix of emotions overwhelmed me. It was clear that he and his wife shared an undeniable connection, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was a spark between us as well. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to our brief encounter than met the eye.

The day went on smoothly after that disastrous morning; I didn't even bump into Matthew once after that. It is now evening, and it is time for me to head home. I did my usual things: at the end of my work day, I walked to my car, started up my baby, and headed home. On my arrival, I was surprised to see Matthew parked in my driveway. I got out and asked if he was okay, but he didn't respond. I knocked on his car, but there was still no response from him. Things were beginning to get weird. I told him he could use my driveway, but to let me know once, he decided on leaving so I could park my car, but just like before, he didn't respond. I walk to my door and insert my key into the keyhole of my door. I walked into my house and closed the door behind me. I wanted Matthew to come in, but not like that. Just then, my phone lit up, and Matthew's name popped up. I hesitated for a moment before answering, unsure of what to expect. As I swiped to accept the call, a sense of relief washed over me - maybe there was a reasonable explanation for his strange behavior.

" Hey, I'm sorry if I freaked you out. I was supposed to be on my way home, but I came here instead. You left the office before I left, so did you stop somewhere? I'm just curious; I don't know if you know this, but I feel this strong connection to you and I care about you, Nichole". I ran to open my door and invite him in, but he had already left. As I stood there, disappointment washed over me. I couldn't help but wonder if I had missed my chance to tell Matthew how I felt. I sighed and closed the door, feeling a mix of regret and uncertainty. Maybe it wasn't the right time to confess my feelings, or perhaps he didn't feel the same way. Either way, I knew I had to find a way to communicate with him soon before it was too late.