When it was time to go home, I had no other choice but to ride in his car. We sent Maris first to her place before dropping me at mine. Our ride was smooth because he never bothered me with anything. I wanted to ask about his penthouse in Chicago but I opted not to because I didn't want to start a topic. It could only lead us to more talks that will surely add to my tension.
When we arrived in front of my apartment, I thanked him for driving us home safely. I bid goodbye and didn't even spare a look at his eyes. I could say I was rude but I don't have the courage, because if I do, I'm afraid I could melt by the way he looks at me.
"No problem," he breathed out "You should rest early, I know you're tired," the care could be felt. Right away, I went out of his car before my traitor self betrays me. Sometimes, I felt guilty for prolonging our agony but I needed to stand firm with my decision. I could definitely say that what I'm doing is the best for both of
I didn't know how would I feel knowing that the project will be constructed by Marco's company. That's the project he mentioned before that will start soon. I felt I was fooled having no idea at all. "What is he trying to do?" I believed he and Chadrick conspired to keep it confidential until the presentation. I wanted to shout and smash all the documents on my table out of irritation. I needed to talk to him and burst all my exasperation because I felt like he deceived me and it's not fun. I reached for my phone and sent him a message "Need to talk to you," was the content. "Alright, I'll fetch you," he replied quickly and I could tell that he's aware as to why. I slouched on my chair and covered my face with my palm before I sighed. I couldn't believe that I will be working with Matthews's Group on my first big project. The hell! After my office hours, I rushed downstairs because I'm certain that Marco's already waiting for me. It was pr
Two days passed and he never sent even a piece of message for me. I could definitely say that I'm not used to it. I clearly understood that he was upset because of our spiteful conversation the last time but still, I'm concerned about him. I was hoping he applied some cure to his bleeding knuckles. I guess I did overreact on accepting the fact that they will be our partner in the project and I felt guilty about it. On the day of our presentation, I opted to wear a suit and partnered it with high heels. For me, it was important to look good in front of everyone to boost my confidence. "Or to look good in front of him?" My mind taunted me! Silly! "Architect, the presentation will start in ten minutes," Sarah reminded me because we shouldn't be late. I sat up immediately from my chair and motioned for her to follow me out. I requested her to handle all the hard documents and I entrusted the distribution of them to all the members included in the meeting. When I
After I finished my thing in the bathroom, I went back to my bed to check the article. When I read her message I thought it was the news about the Williams's and Matthews's successfully closed deal. But when I opened and read the contents, my world went upside down. "Heir to one of the top companies in Construction Industry got involved in a car accident," was the headline. "Marco Matthews the heir to Matthews Construction Company got involved in a car accident. The tragic incident happened in the downtown district of Chicago after midnight. Matthews recently closed a successful deal with the Williams group for a new luxury hotel project. According to police, the victim was found alone in the car when the crash happened. There are reports that he was drunk driving on the streets of downtown. The scene was near the intersection of Street Weisber when he avoided a child crossing the street which made him crashed on
After I read the message from Bella, I felt a heave of relief knowing that he's out of danger. I called her right away and requested her to accompany me to his penthouse. I had no idea as to where it is because I've never been there since he bought the place. "How could you visit his place if both of you were not on good terms before his accident?" my stupid mind taunted me.As soon as we stepped inside his penthouse building, a male attendant in the reception area greeted us. He asked about the purpose of our visit and Bella was the one who gave the details to him, however, "May you please check again?" she requested for the third time."Yes Maam, I'm so sure," he spoke in a gentle manner. "We are strictly instructed that no one could visit him except his private nurse and his therapist," he sounded firm like it was really written on the instructions. "How about Marissa Matthews?" she kept on asking the attendant but his only answer was the same.As per t
I made it a habit to check my device before going to sleep because I was hoping to see if there are messages from him or any posts on his account. Since he started his account when we were at the university, he only posted ten photos in total and never added new ones. But then I saw him online and my heart hammered fast to send him a message. "Hi, how are you? I hope you're fine," I wrote. I told myself not to disturb him again but it's hard to do so when you're longing for even a single chance of talk from him. I wanted to apologize but I know that my heart was hoping for more than that. I kept on waiting for few minutes for him to see it and when I noticed that a notification appeared as seen, I got nervous that he read it. To my dismay, he did not reply and I felt horrible because of the sting in my heart. It's been a year but he did not send even a single word for me. I recalled that the last time we had seen each other, it was awful because we argue but I
My heart palpitated erratically like a horse in a race because it was Marco. I slowly turned to face him and I couldn't believe he was talking to me. I stilled and not able to know what to do because my stomach was churning desperately. "Thanks," the only word I uttered. I felt my fingers were trembling and my nerves shaking like I was cold. He was looking at me with a serious face and no emotion could be felt from him. I believe he was changed a lot and I didn't know what to say. Though a lot of people were passing on the hallway five steps from his back, I couldn't care about them because I felt like my chest was going to explode. "I'm g...glad you're fine," I stammered. I wanted to run and hug him but I couldn't because I don't have a reason. I stayed still in my place and I noticed him staring at my neck. I realized that he recognized the necklace he gifted me. I forgot to remove it because I was out of my mind. I thought he will say s
I wanted to send a thank you message to him but I felt hesitant. I promised myself not to disturb him anymore because he already moved on with his life. Instead, I posted a picture of me together with the children laughing on my account."Thank you so much to all the people who supported our Children's home. May God bless you tenfold for all your wonderful deeds," was my caption and I added three heart emojis.Not long after I shared my photo, my friends reacted to it and wished me a happy birthday. I thanked them in return and I felt delighted for their support. To my surprise, Marco reacted to it too. He even posted a birthday cake emoji on the comment section which I replied with a simple thanks. I accepted the fact that I could not do anything to avoid him because we have common friends. With my stay in West Virginia, I spent most of my time at the children's home. John assured me that if I stay and look for work in the urban area, he will help me. An
I stilled because I couldn't believe that he's in front of my apartment door. I really had no idea as to why he came in the middle of the night. When I was back to my stance, I flickered my eyes a few times to make sure he's real in front of me. I never said a word because I didn't know what to say either. "Can I come in?" he sounded stern and I nodded before I let him. When he was inside, he sighted that it was quite messy because my pieces of stuff are out for packing. He creased his brows "You should rest but you're tiring yourself," the worry was evident in his tone but I chose to ignore his question. "Why are you here, Marco?" I was curious to really know. "I want us to talk," he inhaled deeply. I really had no idea what he wants us to talk about. I was thinking that maybe our closure because we never talked about it seriously before his accident. "Marco, sorry about how we parted ways before," I started with an apology. "I just want to say thank you for