FOUR : Guilt and Contrite.

Gideon’s pov

It has been three days since the meeting and I kept thinking about Maren, Not because Jaxon told me that I have wronged Maren but I can't stop thinking about her, I kept thinking of how her eyes widened and the way she laughed.

Maybe I was wrong. She hasn't done anything to me for me to talk to her that way. But I was being careful in my own way.

I stared at the file that contained her information. I have been debating whether to call or text her or follow her on I*******m instead. Is she not supposed to at least reach out to me first ?, I mean we are making an appearance together at a charity tomorrow evening. Or is she backing out now, she already signed the contract.

No she wouldn't do that, I type her number into my phone and dial it, It rings for a while and she doesn't pick up.

I checked the time, 10:39. Is she asleep at this time ?. I dialed her number again.

She picks up and a sleepy voice cuts through my phone speaker, “Hello”.

“Hello, This is Gideon Patton” I said. I heard some shuffling in the background.

“Hello” I said into the speaker when she didn't reply, my brows furrowed.

“Ehm, hi who did you say you are again?” She asked groggily.

I removed the phone from my ear, the fuck?, didn't she hear me. “Gideon Patton”.

I heard a loud thumping, “Hey, hi…ehm..Mr Patton” she said her voice suddenly sharp.

“Yeah…I wanted you to know that your payment had been made, The financial department should have contacted out to you”

“I have seen it…I didn't know who to reach out too..so I didn't know…” I didn't let her finish before cutting her off

“Do you remember that we are making an appearance tomorrow evening? You checked the schedule sent to you?” I asked and stood up from my couch.

“Yes, I did check it”

“Okay..uhm.. I will send a driver to pick you up tomorrow at five’o o'clock, is that okay with you?” I asked.

“Yeah, is it okay if I get ready at your place?”

“Alright, I mean I already hire a stylist for you”

“Oh okay”

“Yeah, I will follow you on I*******m don't forget to follow back”

“I will, Good night Mr Patton”

“Is it okay if we use our first name?”

“Oh yes, fine by me” She agreed.

“Good night Maren”

“Good night, Gideon” she ended the call before I could say anything else.

Does she not want to speak with me? She was supposed to sound happy that I had called, and she didn't even say thank you to the stylist I hired for her.

I sat down back on my couch and dialed Jaxon's number, after a few rings he picked up, I explained what happened to him.

“Sounds like she is not impressed” Jaxon said, is he not supposed to be on my side?.

“Yeah…wait on whose side are you on ?” I asked him.

“Of course, your side” he lied through his teeth, he had talked my head later that day about the way I treated Maren.

“Hmmm, I see” I glanced at the file, I observed the picture of Maren that is on the file.

‘she looks good with her hair up’

“Giddy? Giddy? Are you still there” Jaxon's voice cuts me from my thought. I frowned when I realised he had called me by the nickname I hate.

“Yes and how many times will I tell you not to call me Giddy” I hissed.

“My fault, you zoned out on the other side, so I thought Giddy might bring you back” He laughed and I groaned.

“You are not helping at all”

“You know that before calling me” he paused, “I really think she is not who you think she is, I mean we are not all the same” he finished, he sounded serious.

“You don't know that, she might be pretending and she sounds a little cold on the call” I disagreed.

“Why won't she ? You were rude. Young Man” he joked and I laughed.

“You are making me feel guilty, what should I do?”

“I don't know? Buy her something? Take her out, dinner or something?”

“I don't want to give the wrong impression, I mean…”

“Not if you guys are friends, is not bad if you propose friendship. You are ‘couples’ you have to sell that of course, at least try to have a connection” Jaxon advised, he rarely sounds serious. It must have mean I have fucked up badly.

My mind drifted off to her again, the hurt on her face when I spoke rudely to her. The way she glanced up at me, staring into my eyes as if challenging.

And the way she nods, ‘it is cute’.

“Fuck” I cursed why did I thought of such thing.

“Are you listening, man?” Jaxon's voice came again.

“Yeah, Yeah I am” I responded

“Looks like you have a lot to think of, I will leave you to make your decision” he said

“Bye”

“Bye man” the call ends.

I ran a hand through my hair, I should do as Jaxon just told me.