“Hey, you ready to head up.” Mark was very smart. His eyes scrutinized my ex. His words were my cue to leave Nick standing in the parking lot looking like a whole fished-eyed fool.
“So ready.” I smirked.
I motioned to leave with Mark.
“I’ll call you later.” Nick’s voice trailed from behind me. I snapped my neck back to glare at him and leave him standing on the pavement. It felt so damn good to walk away, to have control, to be a whole bitch to a man that had been a whole ass bitch to me.
Did he really say he would call me? With what number? You’re blocked, remember?
Sorry, not sorry that wasn’t going to change. That chapter of my life was closed.
Mark and I entered the office building in silence. He waited until we were in the elevator to speak.
“Geez, what was that all about?”
“My ex ambushed me.”
“The Nick’s a dick guy?”
“Yes, like what was he thinking? I didn’t know if he was coming to kill me or something.”
Mark chuckled. “A guy with that haircut doesn’t even own a gun.”
I looked up at Mark. What did that mean?
I raised my eyebrow as some lady from the procurement office stepped into the elevator with us. I didn’t know her name, but I’d seen her before.
Mark and I remained quiet until we got off on the fifth floor. I needed the silence to recalibrate my brain in order to do my job. I needed calmness and structure in my life. Nick knows this about me. He brought his ass up here to rattle me. I refuse to let that cheater win. I believe he’s a cheater because of what Tami said, but I don’t know this for sure. I was shocked but into reality with the deepness of Mark’s voice.
“I’m going to drop my crap off and I’ll be in your office for the tea.” He ventured to the left without waiting for me to respond.
I had some things to get off my chest, and Mark was prefect. He was a good listener, and he didn’t judge me. Every now and again he gave me pretty excellent advice. Having a male friend had its benefits. He gave some insight into his alien species, and he was right about his male counterparts most of the time.
My office was nestled comfortably toward the back of the floor. You had to walk pass the bull pin of cubicles to get to me. I wanted to be all the way in the back. If someone came in here shooting, I would hear it in advance and escape down the back stairwell. Yes, I have a vivid imagination, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. I never thought that would happen, but if it did, I would not get shot up. The offices close to the elevator weren’t for me. Some disgruntled psycho might get off on the wrong floor. Or one of my employees might have a psycho ex-husband or ex-boyfriend stalking her. I’m not trying to die over some domestic dispute that I don’t even know about.
I unlocked my door and walked into my office. I put all my crap down on my desk. I wished I would’ve grabbed my coffee from Mark, but I forget about it trying to get away from Nick.
Nick was a dick. He had shown up Sunday morning and again at my job Monday morning. He was really trying to link up with me. I hated to admit it, but I wanted to know why. What was different? Why now? Did he want to get back together? Did it take him three months to miss me? Somehow I just knew he didn’t miss me the way I missed him. In my brain, this only confirmed that he never loved me.
I pondered all the possibilities as I unpacked my work things and placed them on top of my desk. I went through a range of emotions with anger being the first. Tami told me he was seeing someone else, and I wanted to know who this chick was. I wanted to know what she looked like. Was she Black? Was she a Barbie? I needed to know her age. Where she worked, her credit score, and what kind of car she drove. I needed to know it all details.
All I could do is speculate. Maybe it didn’t work out with this harlot and Nick was crawling back to me. As soon as I was ready to face the truth, I was determined to get to the bottom of this little mystery.
There was a tap on my office door. I looked up to see Mark. He strolled into my office with my coffee in one hand and a goofy ass grin plastered on his tanned face. I couldn’t seem to figure out how he got my coffee when I thought he handed it over to me in the parking lot. I was in a daze and I hated that Nick had me so frazzled.
Mark closed the door. He knew how I was about privacy. The only reason we were so close was because he never shared my secrets. He knew how to listen without running and telling, and I truly appreciated that about him. He was also funny, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.
“So that was the text message ex.” He put my coffee on my desk and took a seat in the chair front of my desk.
“Yes, that was Nick.”
“I don’t know. I’m just, I don’t know.” He looked confused, and somehow that made me confused.
“What don’t you know?”
“I just thought he would be.” He paused and tilted his head. “I don’t know.”
“What?”
“Better looking.”
“You’ve seen him before, in pictures.”
“Yeah but frankly I’m not impressed. He’s a solid six. But with your ass and tits alone, you can bring in a solid eight point five. If
