Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taming My Best Friend's Uncle: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

JeanetMy heart beats a little fast when I lift my knuckles to knock on Damien's office. He hasn't said a word since I left his house. I don't know why this is bothering me when I don't really care about him, but he looked so concerned when I left, I almost thought he was going to call me every minute to ask if I was okay. Maybe I'm worried because he might introduce me to his new secretary. Then, I won't have a job. I spent the 31st of December watching people celebrate with their loved ones, but I don't deserve to have loved ones, especially after what I did to Linda. Damien is sitting behind the desk of his huge office, looking the way he has always looked: poised, calm... handsome. He is wearing a grey suit. I haven't seen him in so long, and I forgot how handsome he is.He looks up when I get in. I take small steps towards his desk. "You came?" he raises his eyebrows. I've never been so confused until this moment. Damien seems surprised and relieved, or almost happy, to see m

Jeanet I'm doomed! I'm screwed! I'm fucked! I should skip the country or move to another planet. I do a double take at the screen on my phone, but the figures are not changing. Almost immediately, my phone rings, and I take some time staring at Damien's name on my screen. "Hi," I finally take the call. "Jeanet?" he says with a sense of urgency. "Are you okay?" "Why wouldn't I be?" I ask defensively. He probably knows; it's his car after all, but I need to find out if my instincts are right. "I was just asking, there's no need to be so angry. You sound off." "I'm fine," I say quickly. "Listen, I know that I'm not like Linda, but I'm here if you need me." I respond with a sigh. Having only one best friend is the best, until you have a fight, but there's no one else I would rather have as a best friend. Linda would know what to do, but there's no way Damien has no clue that his car crashed. He's trying to torture me by being nice to me so that I can feel guilty. "Thank y

Jeanet"I don't want to live with you," I protest as the car leaves the hospital. "Why don't you want me to take care of you?" "It doesn't sound like taking care of someone of it's forced. I really wish we could go back to the days when we didn't get along."He responds with a smirk. "Did you even call to inform them at work and what did they say?" I ask. "I had no idea I was supposed to inform anyone. It's my company, incase you forgot.""So arrogant," I murmur. He stops outside some restaurant and opens the door for me. "I'm not hungry," I say to him, and I show no intention to get out of the car. "Wait, did I do something wrong?" "Let me see...""I mean recently," he interjects. "Does it have to be recently? The past should also count in this situation.""Let's go," he holds out his hand and I finally take it. We walk into the almost empty restaurant holding hands and attracting the attention of some of the people. They are probably wondering what he sees in me. I skim

Jeanet"Girl, I missed my bed," Linda sighs. "You won't be sleeping in the same room anyway.""But I need you, and we have so much to catch up on.""Fine," she groans. "You are such a baby.""I will be in my room, in case you need me," Damien says and walks away, his face not showing any emotions. "So, you really moved out?" Linda glances at me. "I had to. I'm so sorry for what I did. You have been nothing but kind to me.""I was so upset when I found your closet empty. What you did was cruel. It hurt me." She blinks back tears. "I met you at a dark time in my life, and you were not feeling sorry for me, but you understood what I was going through. You were my safe space, and when you started to ignore me, I was all alone, and I kept wondering what I did wrong. You turned me into a stalker.""I'm sorry." A tear trickles down my cheek. "I know."We hug it out and sit on the couch to cry for about thirty minutes. When we finally go to bed, Linda falls asleep the moment her head hits

Jeanet"So, what do you want to do today?" Linda asks when we are done with breakfast and cleared the table. "I could rest.""Uncle Damien said we should shop till we drop.""But I'm exhausted," I groan. "I'm not going to let you rob me of this opportunity. What if Damien changes his mind by tomorrow?" "People are going to think I have hickeys," I say, pointing at my neck. "You can apply foundation. Do I have to teach you everything?""What are we even going to do at Mall of Africa?" "We'll see when we get there," she grins. We do a rock, paper, scissors on who should drive. I do paper, and Linda does rock. She groans all the way to the driver's seat. "Hang on," she glances at me. "I forgot Damien's credit card. We have to go to his building.""What? I don't want to go there.""We'll be in and out.""I don't want to meet any of my colleagues today." It is almost true. I don't want to meet my colleagues, and I don't want to be seen with Damien and Linda on my day off. "Are they