Unrequited? A Lie Told-A Promise Broken

29. -Art & Fiat-

A wicked idea comes to me as I see a handsome delivery man step off the elevator.

I laugh out loud. I might actually be murdered this time.

I approach the delivery man.

"Hello." I say with a smile.

He returns my smile. Hmmm, beautiful teeth.

"Hi." He greets.

I look down at the envelope in his hand. "Are you delivering that?" I ask.

He nods.

"May I ask who it's for?"

"A Mr.Fiat"

"That's fantastic I am his new secretary. I can sign for it."

"Oh Thank you."

"No problem." I say as I take the clipboard and quickly sign.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Grey."

"Cool name. Grey would you like to make a hundred bucks?"

His eyes light up.

I ask Grey to follow me and position him in front of Fiats huge window that overlooks the entire office.

"Ok Grey this is the easiest hundred bucks you will ever make. All I need you to do is stand there and act like your very interested in what I'm saying."

"Really?"

"That's it."

-Fiat-

I look up from my desk and see Art having a very animated conversation with a man I don't know.

Art laughs and runs his hand through his hair.

He points to his watch and the man peers down at it before taking hold of Arts wrist to look closer.

What the fuck?

A moment later Art takes off the watch and hands it to the man.

The man takes it and puts it on his own wrist. He pulls up his sleeve and admires it.

Art lays his hand on the man's back as they both look at it together.

What is happening?

After that the man returns Arts watch and they say something before the man turns and leaves.

I walk out of my office and the man is heading toward the elevator as Art walks toward me.

"I need to see you a moment." I tell him.

He walks past me into my office and I enter and close the door.

"Who was that?" I ask.

"Who was who?"

"The man you were just talking to."

"Oh Grey? That reminds me he delivered this for you." He offers me an envelope.

I slip my hands in my pockets and stare at him.

After a moment he smiles awkwardly and places it on my desk.

"You should probably look at that soon. It seemed urgent."

"What were you guys talking about?"

"Me and Grey?"

He's fucking with me..again.

I take a breath and nod.

"He complemented my watch."

"And?"

"And asked to try it on."

"And?"

"I let him."

"You took it off."

"Only for a moment."

I smile. I really did not want to do this but he has lost his fucking mind.

I nod and walk over to my desk without another word.

"Is that all?"

I nod politely and he smiles and leaves my office.

Ok. Let us be clear I knew how to punish Art from the beginning. But I hesitate to use this card because I absolutely hate it when he does it to me.

Up until now I have played fair. Art isn't fair so why should I be?
I have something for my Attention addict.

-Art-

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly.

I sigh the moment Fiat switches off his light and pulls his door closed.

Freedom.

I notice the office is still pretty full as we are leaving. Guess the CEO leaves first.

Fiat leads me to the elevator. He steps inside and I follow.

The moment the doors closes my stomach growls.

"I'm hungry. Feed me please."

He stares down at his phone.

"Baby?"

No reply.

"Fiat?"

No reply

"Sir?!?"

No reply.

A moment later the elevator dings and we arrive to the first floor.

"Goodnight Mr.Fiat, Mr.Art." Mex tells us.

"Goodnight." We say together as we walk towards the double doors.

Fiat walks a few feet ahead and opens the door walks through it and lets it close behind him.

What the fuck?
It just occurs to me he has never not opened a door for me.

I contemplate this as I push the door and follow.

Already his car waits out front, he walks around to the drivers side and gets in.

He isn't opening my door?

I stand there blinking for a moment.

Then reach for the door handle, I open it and get in.

I take my seat and he takes off.

I put on my seatbelt and study him.

"Are you ok?" I ask tentatively.

No response.

"What are you ignoring me?"

No response.

I blink at him.

He turns the music up a moment later and no more words are exchanged.

My chest hurts.

After we arrive home instead of going inside I turn and step back on the elevator.
I walk to the convenience store and eat ramen.

I wait for him to come get me, after a few hours I go home.

I take a bath but it only makes me feel more lonely.

When he finally comes to bed from the living room he doesn't look at me. He takes off his shirt and lays on his stomach looking away from me.

I can't sleep. I hurt too much. I wait until it sounds like he is asleep and sneak out of our bedroom.

I find wine and lock myself in the guest room.

I fill my glass to the top, drink, and cry as quietly as I can until I fall asleep.