Fatima left the club in her new car and drove to Zac's office. When she arrived at Zac's office, her mind was racing with all the possible scenarios that could happen during their conversation. She wasn't sure how this conversation was going to go, but she knew that it was necessary. She had to clear the air between them and figure out where they stood in their relationship.
As she waited for him in his office, she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. The last time they spoke, was their heated argument she hadn't heard from him since he'd walked out.
Finally, Zac arrived and she stood up from the couch to face him.
"Hey," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Zac looked surprised to see her there, but he quickly composed himself. "Hey," he said, his tone guarded, his eyes scanning her face, trying to read her emotions. They stood there, unsure of what to say, the tension palpable in the room, she had missed him and he missed her.
Fatima broke the silence, "Can we talk?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Zac hesitated for a moment before responding. "I know we have to talk, but I'm not ready to have this conversation yet. I need some time to think about things," he said, sounding defeated.
Fatima nodded, trying to keep her emotions in check. She didn't want to push him, but she couldn't bear the silence between them any longer.
"I understand," she said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Uhm, I got the car you bought today, thank you."
Zac looked up at her, "Yea, sure."
Fatima could feel the tension between them, and she felt like there was something he wasn't telling her. "Why did you get me a car?" she asked, her eyes searching his.
"It doesn't even matter anymore," Zac replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It matters to me," Fatima said firmly, her eyes never leaving his.
"I just wanted you to have it," Zac said, avoiding eye contact.
Fatima could sense that there was something more, but she didn't want to push him. "Okay, well thank you. I'll give you space, let me know when you're ready to talk," she said, turning to leave.
"I will," Zac said quietly as she walked out.
Fatima walked out of Zac's office, feeling more confused than ever. She didn't know where they stood or what the future held for them, but she knew one thing for sure - she still loved him. She knew she had to wait for him to be ready to talk but she wasn't good at waiting especially if there was a chance he could be done. She decided to pay Deja a visit to get some answers for herself.
She made a stop at their penthouse to change into some jeans before she went down to the tenth floor.
She knocked on Deja's door and waited for her to open the door.
"Can I help you?" Deja asked opening the door a crack
"Open this damn door," Fatima said pushing the door in and Deja in the process
She closed the door behind her and stood in front of it, "Can I help you?" Deja asked rolling her eyes.
"Yes, you have 10 minutes to tell me why you wanted me to think that Zac was cheating on me,"
"I don't know what you're talking about." she said feigning ignorance, then continues, "What we should be talking about is how you ASSAULTED me the other day and now you've LITERALLY broke into my house,"
"Oh, so you street bitch?" Fatima asked smiling sarcastically
"Yes I am, ask about me," Deja said laughing
