Why Must I Protect A Heart that Wants him? “I said it was Ryan that sent them over. At least that was what it said on the delivery paper. He even used the quick delivery because he wanted you to get the soups while they were still hurt. Isn't he quite considerate?” She chuckled and wriggled her brows at me.“I still don't get why he would send these to me? We are not close enough for that,” At Rainie's raised brows at the statement, I hastily amended my statement, “At least not anymore.”“If you are so curious on why he sent it, why don't you send him a text saying ‘Hey, I am not really sick. I am just heartbroken because I foolishly told you to treat me professionally when I clearly had feelings for you, but when you did today, I felt my heart break and I got jealous over someone that might just be your childhood friend. Why then did you send me the soups knowing that we are not really on speaking terms?" Annie said her sarcastic tone well in place.“When you put it like that, you ma
He Has No Filter.The next day, while I was typing some documents, it suddenly clicked that we should be traveling tomorrow or so and I haven't reminded Ryan about telling his personal pilot that we were traveling.“Sir, have you...” He cut me short by saying, “I think we've gone past this Sir stage. It's making me uncomfortable whenever you call me that.”I scrunched my brows in confusion and asked, “Then what else am I to call you?"“I don't know, my name, maybe? Or I no longer have a name?” He questioned.The thing is I called him by his name sometimes, but I always tried in office setting to call him sir because at the end of the day he was my Boss and any other person that might hear it, might misunderstand, although we have indeed passed that stage.“I saw your face. You literally just thought about what others would say, didn't you?" He asked me.I for one wanted to applaud his 20/20 vision because how did he see me from where he stood at the bathroom's doorway? He went into th
I Might Not Be Right For Him“Hello.” I greeted with a fake cheer to the lady who made me doubt everything I had with Ryan last week. Now I thought about it, I still didn't know who she was to him. However, him sending me those soup bowls and porridges yesterday made me know that I have a pedestal at least in his life. “I would have shook you or something, but my hands are pretty occupied.” I said and plastered a smile on my face.“No worries dear. Ryan is in right?” She asked.“When last I left the office, he was in.” I told her in the sweetest way possible. She didn't deserve any snarky attitude from me. I liked Ryan, we did things together on our own accord, that didn't give me a right to claim him as mine. He was basically free as a bird. Being a bitter person didn't suit me and I needed to ditch the attitude.“Alright, we will go in together.” She said happily and began tapping on her phone. The other person in the elevator came out on another floor and in few seconds we got to
The Universe Is Playing Games With Me“Is the lady ready?" Dave greeted immediately I got out of the elevator. He already called me by six p.m to tell me he was done with work and would wait for me at the reception area till I got off work. For him to have been by the elevator, it meant that he was waiting there all along. It reminded me of a puppy waiting for its owner, I don't know why, but it was so cute.Ryan was still at the office working when I left. When Sharron left the office later in the afternoon, it felt suffocating with her perfume still clinging in the air. I know that at some point when she was asking him to accompany her, I wanted to persuade him to go with her, but now that they were going together, why did my chest feel tight? It was frustrating to feel this way? I was going out with someone too, so why was my heart back at the office? I need to sort my emotions real quick because I am acting in a manner different from who I really was.“Yeah, I am ready.” I smiled
I Like Him, Please Help Me“Fancy seeing you guys here. What are the odds?” Sharron asked when she got to where we stood. My eyes fleeted to where her and Ryan's hands were joined, elbow to elbow and a surge of jealousy in my blood stream.“Hello, my name is Sharron. And you are?” She asked Dave stretching out her free hand for a handshake. Dave looked between our boss and Sharron possibly trying to deduce who they were to each other.“My hands are still hanging.” She told him, a smile still on her face.“Oh, I am sorry, that was rude of me. I am Dave and I am Violet's co-worker. Nice to meet you.” He said shaking her outstretched hand.“The pleasure is all mine.” She told him and released his hands.“So, which movie are you seeing today?” She asked me.“I don't know, Dave said it was a surprise.” I told her honestly because that was exactly what Dave told me to just accompany him and be amazed.“We are seeing Inside Out: 2. I literally had to force this one,” She gestured at Ryan, “T
Why Would She Ask Such Of Me?I did a double take and spinned around. Whatever did she mean by what she just asked me?“I'm sorry, what?” I asked her.“I said please help me with Ryan. I really like him and it's killing me on the inside that he sees me in the light of just a childhood friend. I have always wanted to be someone he could lean on and call his person, but despite knowing him for many years, he feels like he's still a closed book. The only thing I have to talk about with him are old childhood memories. Asides that, it's so quiet whenever we are together that you can hear the crickets creak. Until how long would that continue?” She asked the last part more like a rhetorical question than actually asking me so I kept quiet.My problem now was what moved her to think she could share such sensitive thing with me? We weren't friends, and quite frankly, I didn't think we qualified as acquaintances. At least with acquaintances there is some form of bond, but nothing of that sort
Just For One Night“If not an Artist, what else?” Ryan asked me as I was trying to settle in properly in the backseat. He wanted to drive, but I raised my eyes to it, so he called the driver to come drive us back home. I can't lie, after the accident he had, I became scared of him driving himself. Even though the doctor explained the reason for what happened that day and saying it's unlikely to happen again. That ‘But what if' still hung in the air. So, just to be safe, I preferred he is driven.“Pardon?" I questioned because I wasn't getting the drift of the conversation.“You're an artist. If you weren't an artist, what other passions would you have pursued?” He elaborated his question.I got the question, but I didn't get why he was asking?He noticed my confused expression and said, “I want to know more about you Violet. I just realized we don't talk about these things. I ought to know more about who I am working with, don't I? Or is that part of the things we don't talk about?” H
Do You Want To Be With Me? After a hot and fiery make out session which just ended at that, I settled comfortably in Ryan's arms in his bed. Don't ask me why I decided to go to his house instead, let's just go with it was closer and I didn't want to draw more questions from my roommates about what Ryan was to me because I didn't know either.Boss? We already crossed the line of professional relationship.Friends with benefits? Could we really say we were friends? I don't think so. We just felt comfortable telling each other things, but that friendship line hasn't been drawn yet.Lovers? I didn't think so.So, the question remained, what exactly were we?But like we said in the car, we were not bothered about tomorrow, just today. So, on the drive to his house, I messaged my friends on our group chat that I would be sleeping out today and quickly logged out before a gazillion messages came in.“I don't know anything about you either I just realized that.” I said as I lay on his chest.