All Chapters of Ways We've Never Loved: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DYANNE “You should go on blind dates,” David suddenly says as we are walking back to the office after lunch.I laugh him off and take a sip from my half-finished drink.It's been two weeks since Alex took care of me when I was drunk, and it's been more than a week since I've seen him. He was on a business trip or something like that, which was definitely for the best. I didn't have to have my eyes and brain occupied by him, though the latter was no different in his absence, but it gave me space to think about my next plan. Even though throughout, I've not had any particularly bright thoughts. There was a continuous nudging feeling at the back of my mind that led me to develop a newfound anxiety and insomnia. Regina has been really quiet since I refused to leave. Not that I was expectantly waiting for her to ruin my life or something, but her silence was as shattering as her taking action. So I was planning to meet her. But what I wanted to say, or when, I had no idea.I feel my for

DYANNE 4 years ago…“Smile,” Sarah, David’s sister, calls as she sets the camera in place.I smile—try to. For some reason, I keep thinking about Alexander. My high school graduation and now my college graduation. I keep thinking, what if he was the one by my side as I took this picture? I keep wondering, somewhere deep in me wondering if he'd walk out of this crowd of people and hug me.Tell me he missed me; tell me that he wasn't mad at me for leaving.“David, smile well; you look so ugly,” I hear Sarah snort, and at least that brings a genuine smile to my face. “A lot of people say I look like you,” David retorts. I swat his arm lightly. “Are you really arguing with a high schooler right now?“ He frowns.I turn his head towards the camera. “Smile,”Sara clicks the pictures and the next few before she leaves to get food while David goes to find a friend too.I sigh as I reach for my pocket and pull out my phone. There's a text from my mother.Happy Graduation. I won't make it tod

DYANNEI knock twice and then pull open the door and walk in.My gaze falls on Alex, who's seated at his desk, his eyes focused on his monitor screen as the keyboard clanks repeatedly. “You called for me,” I announce my presence.His eyes fall on me. “Yeah,”“I need your help in shopping for gifts for someone.”“Take this as you paying back one of my favors,” he adds.I nod. “Okay.“At least he's not asking me to do something ridiculous in return."You can send me the details on what you'd like me to get and the card for payment. Also, the time you want it sent to you,” I add.He raises a brow in slight confusion. “You are not going alone, and we are going now.”“It's not time for me to get out of work.”“Well, I'm the boss, so you're good.”I nod. I watch as he rises from his seat. He slips his arm through the sleeves of the suit and grabs his phone, and that's when I realize that he's going with me.“Are we going together?“ He nods, walking up to me.“Yeah,”I frown. “You know wha

DYANNEAs I walk down the hallway, heading towards my office, I see Nicole walking up to me.Good gracious, don't piss me off, please.I wish I could pretend not to see her, but it's a bit too late for that.“Dyanne,” she says my name, like the way rivals of a game would greet each other if they met somewhere random.“Nicole,” I return in the same tone. Surprisingly, her lips turned up into a small smile, unlike the snarl I thought I'd be receiving. “Can we talk? Over coffee?“I assess her facial expression; it's not like she's thinking of killing me, but if she were, she's doing well in hiding it.Could this be about the lunch that Alex ditched? Or did Regina send her? If anyone, I'm curious to hear what she has to say.And I do need coffee.“Sure. I was about to get one.”I watch as the coffee fills my cup. I turn around and take a look at Nicole. She's seated at a table close to the windows and drinking from her cup.If someone saw her that way, they'd think she's a nice person.

ALEXANDER Dyanne Collins has absolutely no idea. She has no idea how much I want her, because if she did, she wouldn't be holding me this close to herself and staring at me this way.Her eyes—every time I look into them, a wave of curiosity crushes me. I want to know what she thinks—of me. I've never wanted anyone's opinion the way I wanted hers.I want to know if what she says to me is what she truly feels.Her eyes dip to my lips, and my heart skips a beat. Maybe, just maybe, for a moment she's thinking what I'm thinking.“Dyanne,” I call out. I can't take this anymore. Any moment from now I might lose my thinking ability and just kiss her.She pulls back and tucks her hair behind her ear. Then she looks forward, and my gaze follows hers; they land on a familiar-looking guy standing some distance away from the car.He's typing something on his phone, and I wonder why she's looking at him. Until she gets a text and reads it, I take another look at the guy and see that he's her frien