Chapter 117
NATHAN
After a whole week of turbulent work, seeing Kate entering the bar next to that jerk Kent was the last straw. Stephen and Ben looked at me apprehensively, wondering why the hell I had agreed to come to this damn bar. It didn't seem like such a bad idea when it all boiled down to checking out the new place. A staff member led them to an outdoor table. I wished I could get up and drag her out of here, far away from him. A staff member led them to an outdoor table.
"Nat, we should leave," Stephen said.
"No, Stephan," I replied.
"You're not going to freak out, are you?"
"Shut up."
"Your brother is right, Ryan," Ben said.
"Just keep drinking in peace, you idiots."
I sent a message to Samantha; she was probably still in town, so I invited her to come to the bar.
I spent the next half hour watching Kate give silly smiles until she noticed my presence when she went to the bathroom.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll go get my date," I stood up.
"A date?" Stephan stared at me, not understanding.
"Samantha."
"I can't believe it," Ben laughed, and Stephen joined him.
"Wasn't that your strategy?"
"The strategy was to have fun, Ryan, not to use the model to make her jealous."
"Well, maybe we should leave, then," Ben suggested.
"If you prefer."
"Oh, yes," they continued laughing.
I followed them to the exit, where I found Sam.
After dropping Samantha off at her apartment, I felt like a neutered puppy. Shit, I still can't believe I declined her invitation to come in, using a work excuse. That would ruin my reputation. But seeing Kate keep her eyes glued to our table for the rest of the night was the highlight. Maybe Stephan's strategy was working.
When I took my phone out of my pocket, I was certain it was.
From Kate: Are you stalking me?
She had just sent the message. It made me smile like an idiot, but I quickly remembered where she was likely to be, and that was enough to change my mood.
From Nathan: Don't be arrogant. Besides, I was already there when you arrived.
A few minutes passed, and she didn't reply. I didn't want to miss the opportunity to talk to her, so I continued.
From Nathan: I thought you had deleted my number.
This time, she replied quickly.
From Kate: Contacts are important. Especially when they fuck well.
PS: Remember, the past stays in the past.
Knowing that she hadn't deleted my number fueled the thought that nothing had changed about what she felt for me.
From Nathan: You didn't want to use this important contact a week ago; maybe it's no longer available if you need it. If I'm right, and you're at home now, you really need this contact.
From Kate: Are you trying to find out if I'm home? Maybe I'm with a friend.
The bitch knew how to tease me.
From Nathan: If you were, I don't think you'd have your hands on your phone. You wouldn't if the friend were me.
From Kate: Okay. Where would my hands be then?
From Nathan: I won't play this game with you from afar.
From Kate: Distance keeps a beautiful and wonderful friendship between us, Ryan.
From Nathan: I don't want your friendship, Collins.
From Kate: We don't always get what we want, do we?
From Nathan: You know, I always get what I want.
From Kate: Not always. Good night.
What a bitch!
After taking a shower, I check my emails before going to bed. Nothing important, except for a notification that pops up on the screen, a reminder I set a while ago. It's about Kate's birthday, which will be next Saturday. When I set the reminder, I didn't imagine we would be so distant on that day. Maybe I can change that and find a way to celebrate together.
Stephen comes to mind, with his damn strategy of letting go and moving on. He was right; I had already done everything I could for us, but that woman was impossible. Besides being stubborn, Kate still had a lot to learn about relationships. After all, she was just a virgin girl when I met her and had never had a real boyfriend.
And only I could help her with that. She was definitely everything I needed and desired. I would never let go. I've achieved so many difficult and even impossible things for other people; bringing her back to me was just another goal to be achieved.
During the weekend, I spent most of my time planning what to do and how to do it. I considered the idea of showing up at her house and talking, or sending a simple invitation message for sex. But she would easily kick my ass, with all that confusion that always came out of her mouth. Well, the reality was that I had no idea what to do.
I exchanged a few messages with her during the beginning of the week, but she always dodged them, mentioning our fake friendship or using her damn irony whenever I tried a hotter and more sentimental approach. By Thursday, I was at a loss.
However, the universe was definitely conspiring in my favor. Ben called me during dinner with some news, initially boring, about his new intimate friend, in his own words, a woman "charming and better in bed than all the others."
He had met Mary over the weekend and had the illustrious surprise of discovering that she was a friend of Kate's. He said he had encountered both of them at a restaurant, and the aforementioned Mary had invited him to celebrate Kate's birthday on Saturday at a nightclub.
The news got me excited. I wouldn't need to show up unexpectedly; it would just be a coincidence of fate, after all, I would be accompanying a friend. A perfect pretext. I couldn't be more eager for Saturday.
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