Semua Bab KISS ME WHEN ITS OVER: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Donald’s POV I knew something was off the moment I stepped in. Delmont was already seated at the far end of the boardroom table, a fresh cup of black coffee is placed in front of him. The room is too quiet. No board members, no assistant just him. “You’re early,” I say. “So are you,” he replied without looking up. “I told them to take their time.” My chest palpitates a bit. “Why?” “Because I wanted a few minutes with you,” he said, finally meeting my gaze. “One on one.” I move towards my seat, cautiously and slowly. I pull back a seat and relax into it. “We could’ve scheduled that.” “But then it wouldn’t be spontaneous,” he says scribbling something into a note. “And spontaneity reveals things.” I stare at him confused. He is seated at the end of the table. He’s fingers are laced together. He just keeps looking at the papers in front of him. He finally looks up. His tone is sharp. “What the hell were you thinking, making that move without telling me?” “What do you me

Rebecca’s POV I have changed my clothes three times already. The first one felt to formal, the second felt too casual, and the third. Well now I am staring at the mirror. Wondering if this gives a You are highly welcome and make yourself at home kind of feeling. I smooth the fabric and drag it down. It’s just dinner. It’s just my boyfriend, kind of meeting my mother. “Rebecca!” Mum calls from the downstairs. “Can you check the oven? I think the chicken might be burning” I rush out of the room reserved for me, and head to the kitchen. I yank the oven door open. A wave of heat hits me. It isn’t burning but it is turning brown faster than it should. The kitchen smells like rosemary and garlic. She has gone and outdid her self again. Baked potatoes, that cheesy spinach thing that she makes in special occasions and a bottle of fine wine is placed on the counter. For a woman who has moved on she sure knows how to cook for a gathering. I walk over to the pot and stir t

Olivia The kitchen is finally quiet. The hum of the fridge is the only thing making this place have life now, After the clinging of cutleries, the chatter in the room a few moments before. I have cleared the dishes, wiped the counter twice. Anything to keep my hands busy. And now I am standing at the sink letting the water run down my palms longer then it needs to. Dinner was nice… there was a calmness with the way the dinner flowed. No underlying tension. Rebecca seemed lighter, more like herself than I have seen her in a long time. She hasn’t brought anyone home in years. Not since the divorce. Not since she built that wall around herself and decided it was safer to keep everyone out. My sweet little Rebeca. Always trying to be strong for everybody. I didn’t ask her anything. I never do. Maybe I should have, but I’ve learned it’s better to wait for her to come to me. And Donald, he wasn’t overbearing, not eager to impress, but there was something about him. He wasn’t the

Mike. I will not confront her not yet. There is still so much I don’t know. So many things I did not see before. And now that I have seen this things. All the things I brushed off as Bianca just being Bianca because I thought they were harmless. I want to act. God I want to. But I need to be calm. If I have learnt anything from this world, it’s the person who speaks first often looses first. I won’t make accusations she can twist around. I need concrete evidence. Two can play the game she’s trying to play. I keep calling out Lucia sensori In my head. Trying to hard to make a connection. On my way back home I pull up infront of a flower shop. I mean, why not. I stop at the most expensive one on this side of town. I make sure of that. Exquisite show glass. Everything is white and delicate and over priced. Something that looks like it was taken out of a magazine. I walk and in and the bell rings as I open the door. There is a woman standing behind the count

Mike POV I am at home when my phone buzzes on the kitchen counter.I don’t rush for it. I Just keep rinsing out the coffee mug in my hand, the one Bianca used this morning. Her lipstick stain is still on the mouth of the glass. She stepped out. Out to catch some fun with the girls she says. Friends I have never met and she also doesn’t want me to. Because in quote “she wants me all to herself” The phone buzzes again.I dry my hands on a dish towel, walk over to it, and pick it up.Elias, the guy I told to look up Bianca. I become suddenly too interested. Found something. You will want to see it yourself.I stare at the message for a long time. Then type:Talk.A moment passes byNot over the phone, he sends back. Too many ears lately. You free tonight?I glance at the living room. Bianca’s sweater is still draped over the back of the chair. Her perfume is still in the air.Yeah. Pick the spot.Old bar. Off Juniper and 8th. Back booth. 10PM.I don’t ask why. If Elias says it can’t