Hot And Cold.

I feel a sharp pain shoot up my face as I turn myself around to lay my body sideway. The guilt eats at me as I stare at the bathroom door that's not my own but looks familiar. If Meghan didn't hate me before she definitely hates me now. I'd been ignoring Tristan's calls since this morning, I know what he wants to say to me but it's not necessary. I'm kicking myself down for the both of us.

Last night I was really drunk and I did something I definitely regret. After Meghan threw her glass of wine at my face, I'd ran out of the club not knowing where I was going. I was beyond humiliated. But I also didn't blame her for doing what she did, I deserved it.

After a while of just sitting outside and crying, I'd called someone to come and get me. It was getting cold and my face was bleeding. For as long as I could remember, Tristan had been the one person I would always call during difficult times. He'd always drop everything just to come and rescue me. I'd cried even harder at the realization that he wasn't going to be that person anymore. I'd lost my best friend.

I force my body up to sit in an L position on the giant bed. I look around the room before choosing to get up and start walking around the penthouse. I'd been in bed the whole day just crying and sulking but now I needed to pick myself up again. 

I can't cry about it forever.

After going through my contact list last night, my drunk brain had decided to call the last person sober me would've thought of. I couldn't call Tristan and I wasn't in the mood for Katie's judgements so I'd called my boss instead. I'd regretted that decision as soon as he showed up. He was on a date.

You'd think one would've thought to mention that on the phone before coming but nope, he just came along with a very annoyed blonde beauty who'd been sitting in the front seat of his fancy car. I'd awkwardly said hello as I made my way into the back seat holding onto my bleeding face with dear life, I was met with silence.

He seemed to be mad at me for disturbing his evening, which was odd because I didn't force him to come. I'd specifically said only if he wasn't busy.

We'd rushed into the emergency room after they'd picked me up where my face was patched up with a bandage. I'd asked him to drop me off at home as I didn't want to interrupt their date further but he'd insisted I sleep in his guest room, saying I was probably suicidal. 

I'd decided not to argue with him as my head was really hurting but I'd wished I had later that evening when all I could hear was their loud moaning throughout the night. I'd wondered how the girl had gone from being really annoyed to screaming his name in pleasure, but then I remembered it was Jake, the man was as annoying as he was irresistible.

This morning he'd taken the girl out for breakfast, I'm guessing to make up for last night. They'd been gone so long that I start looking around his place to entertain myself. It's so open and spacious, the floor to ceiling windows show the beautiful view of the city but they also leave no room for privacy. 

His place doesn't feel very homey, it's cold. He doesn't have any pictures of himself or his family, it's just plain.

I make my way into his beautiful kitchen to make myself something to eat after hearing my stomach growling at the sight of the kitchen. I open his fridge to take out anything edible to eat but I'm met with a bunch of bottles of water making me sigh in disappointment. What does this person eat? 

I practically stomp my way back into the bedroom to fetch my phone so I can give him a piece of my mind. Now that I know there's nothing to eat, my stomach growls even more aggressively. I will not starve myself. 

I dial his number and he picks up on the second ring, surprising me. 

"Are you coming back soon?" I don't bother to greet him. 

"Is there something you need Mia?" he asks clearly annoyed but I don't care. 

"Well some food would be nice," I reply sarcastically and he just hangs up the phone on me. He forced me to stay at his place, then he locked me in so I don't run away but he didn't care enough to leave me something to eat? And then he has the audacity to act annoyed and hang up on me? Asshole!

He comes back a couple of minutes later with a pizza box in hand as I lay on the couch watching tv. I'd managed to temporarily stop the growling in my stomach with a cup of coffee because I didn't know if he was going to come back. I'd assumed he wasn't since he hung up on me.

I stay on the couch refusing to even look at him as he enters the apartment and goes into the kitchen. I'm really hungry but I also have a lot of pride so I'll just starve because I'm definitely not speaking to him.

After shuffling around in the kitchen, he brings me a plate with four slices of pizza on it then places it on the table in front of me, before having a seat next to me. I ignore the tormenting smell of the pepperoni pizza as I continue watching nothing in particular on the tv.

He realizes I'm ignoring him and asks, 

"Are you mad at me?" in a humorous tone. Of course he thinks this is a joke. 

"I'm sorry," he continues getting close to me and then turns my face towards his with his fingers, he seems to like doing that.

"I wanna go home," I simply say to him. 

"I'll take you home after you eat," he says and I ignore the urge to punch him in the face. 

"I'll make myself something at home thanks," I say to him but he removes his fingers from my cheeks and grabs the plate in front of me, 

"No," he says now putting the plate on my lap. There's too many things I want to say to him but he's still my boss so I choose to refrain. 

I take a slice of pizza then take a bite before my phone starts ringing for the umpteenth time that day. He must know I'm ignoring the person calling because he takes my phone and puts it on silent as he continues to stare at me eating.

My phone had been ringing since this morning and he'd never asked why I was ignoring the person. Matter of fact, he'd never asked me what happened last night or any other night. He must not care.

I finish the four slices of pizza and just like he'd promised, he drives me home. He tells me he'll get someone to fetch my car from the hotel and I thank him.

We then continue to ride in silence knowing we'll never speak of what happened.