TWENTY
The office was abuzz with the talk of the soirée that was to happen during the weekend. Of course, Yalda was used to such things already, so there was no excitement or interest. She hadn’t even ordered a dress yet, but she had ensured that all was ready for Alexander: his tux, his shoes, and everything else he would need.
“Have you ordered your dress yet?” he had asked her on their way to the office today. “What color will you be wearing?”
She hadn’t even thought about the dress or the color until he had asked. She had shaken her head. “I haven’t ordered it yet. I don’t have anything in mind,” she had replied. “What color would you like me to wear?”
“Blue. Navy blue,” he had replied immediately. It seemed he had had it in mind already.
She clicked on the "Proceed to order" option to conclude her order before setting her phone aside. She glanced at her wristwatch; it was almost time to round up for the day. Alexander wasn’t even around; he had left earlier when Maya Blackwood had come to see him. Maya had given a lame excuse when asking Yalda to inform Alexander of her presence, and she had had no choice but to do as she asked, regardless of the fact that it stung her heart.
Didn’t the wanton woman know that she was very well aware of all that happened between her and Alexander? Not just that, didn’t she know that she would claw her face off if given a chance?
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ms. Harris,” Alexander had said to her on his way out.
She had gotten the message: he didn’t want her back at the penthouse this evening. Somehow, after yesterday, she had thought they had made a bit of progress; she had thought their relationship wouldn’t be so bumpy anymore. But it turned out she had obviously been wrong.
Her gaze snapped back to her phone when it began ringing softly. Seeing that Jaxon was the caller, she remembered that he had mentioned dinner last night, and she was suddenly very interested. Alexander could go ahead and do whatever he pleased with Maya Blackwood, and she could, in turn, go out for dinner with Jaxon.
She picked up the phone and answered the call. “Hi,” she said on answering.
“Well, hello there,” he replied smoothly. “Good evening.”
Her lips curved in a faint smile for no reason at all. “Good evening,” she replied. “How are you doing today?”
“I’ve been impatient,” he replied. “Couldn’t wait to take you out to dinner.”
She smirked. “What makes you think you will be taking me out to dinner?” she asked him.
She couldn’t just seem easy and accessible; she would never be that way again, not after being so empowered.
He snickered mildly. “Come on, Yalda, I trust my charms have worked well enough thus far,” he replied.
She rolled her eyes lightly. The fact that he was partially right made her want to roll her eyes again and again. “So, what time should I pick you up?” he asked her.
She leaned back into her seat resignedly before glancing at her watch. “In about ten minutes,” she replied.
He snickered once more. “Ten minutes? Have you been waiting for my call?” he teased.
She rolled her eyes but chuckled nonetheless. “Please don’t flatter yourself,” she retorted.
“Well, ten minutes it is,” he said. “See ya.”
“Yup.”
And then the line went dead. She lowered her phone from her ear while smiling still.
Yup?
Had she actually just said that? When was the last time she had said that?
She shook her head as she tried not to think too much of it. What was there to think about anyway? So what if Jaxon made her laugh easily? So what if he brought back sides of her which she had forgotten?
Whoa…
She hadn’t even hung out with him yet she was already thinking such things about him. What was wrong with her? Was that how desperate she was for any form of connection with someone? She shook her head once more after concluding that she was just bored; there was nothing more to it. Anyone could make her laugh or smile, anyone at all.
Just not Alexander…
She pushed the thought aside as she began gathering up her things, and when she was done, she made her way to the bathroom to retouch her makeup quickly. As if on cue, her phone rang the very second she returned from the bathroom. It was Jaxon, and she could guess that he was outside already.
“Hi again,” she said on answering the call.
“Hello, my lady, your chariot has arrived,” he replied.
Once again, her lips curved in a genuine smile, and her eyes lit up. “Alright, I’ll be out shortly,” she told him.
“As the lady pleases.”
She chuckled while shaking her head before ending the call.
She grabbed her stuff and headed out determinedly, and as she did, she realized that she was excited. She could hardly believe it.
“Bye, Ms. Harris,” her assistant, Sarah, said as she stepped out of the elevator.
She nodded. “See you tomorrow, Sarah,” she replied.
She made her way out of the building and headed straight to the parking lot. She had almost forgotten that Carl was also waiting for her until she saw him exchanging pleasantries with Jaxon. Of course, how could she not have thought of it? Carl had been working for Alexander for a while now, of course he knew Jaxon too.
And what if he told Alexander that she left with Jaxon?
She pushed the thought aside. He had no business telling him, plus, it wasn’t like she was doing anything bad hanging out with Jaxon.
Then why didn’t she want Alexander finding out?
Once again, she pushed the thought aside.
“Good evening,” she greeted on getting to them.
“Good evening, Ms. Harris,” Carl replied while Jaxon’s gaze raked over her quickly, appreciatively.
“Good to see you,” Jaxon said as he pushed himself off the car he had been leaning on.
He was dressed casually, in slacks, a shirt, and a jacket; he was dressed like the first time she had seen him.
“Shall we?” he asked her.
Her gaze flickered to Carl’s, and she offered him an apologetic smile for having kept him waiting. He nodded as he offered her a polite smile.
“Have a good night,” he said simply before getting into the car and starting up the ignition.
Nothing was said till he smoothly veered the car out of the parking lot.
“You’re on time, Ms. Harris; I expected to wait ten more minutes,” Jaxon spoke.
She chuckled.
“But I’m sure Ander wouldn’t speak so highly of you if that was the case,” he added. “The very competent secretary.”
She rolled her eyes humorously. He chuckled as he opened the door for her and gestured dramatically, chivalrously. She caught onto the joke and decided to play along.
“Thank you,” she replied as demurely as she could. “You’re too kind.”
He laughed as though an insanely funny joke had been told. She realized that she was having fun already.
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