Kitten

Chapter Thirty One

Standing in the elevator, waiting for the doors to close, I peered up at Gage leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, with a defeated look.

Maybe Gage is right, I should forget about Denim and move on. If he isn't going to speak to me then I'm not going to speak to him. Standing at my desk, forcing myself not to look up to see if Denim noticed me, I found myself getting lost in writing down everything that was on the agenda for Denim's day.

I should keep my distance and go back to how things were before him.

Just as I sat down, I felt the urge to get back up, out of habit, to walk into his office. If no one was around, there would be a kiss and I could be wrapped in his arms. I think I'm going to miss that.

When I thought I could get through the day trying to avoid Denim at all costs, doing whatever I had to do, I found myself knocking on the glass door to his office. My knees started to feel weak. Neither of us wanted to see each other not that he looked up from his phone. Maybe it's her, C.

When the phone on my desk rang, I gulped not wanting to answer it. I knew whoever was on the other end required me to speak with Denim. "Andres Ortega, from marketing, has to cancel your meeting with him this afternoon. His son fell at school and needs to take him to get stitches." Denim still not looking up from his phone, I stood there for some sort of acknowledgement but never got one. Quickly turning around and leaving, I hid behind my desk feeling my heart race.

Just as I sat down, a shadow came over me. My heart raced faster as I slowly lifted my head. "You're coming with me." He demands. Hesitating, I didn't move from my seat. "Let's go, Miss. Diamond!"

Blindly, I followed him into the elevator. Neither of us said a word, just stood in opposite corners of each other. I avoided eye contact, staring at the floor, but I could feel his eyes on me. Taking my arm, and dragging me out of the elevator with him, Denim pushes the door open to the lounge.

"You...you didn't need to grab me like that," I tell him.

"Will you stop complaining?" Slightly putting my hands up in defence, I turn on my heels to walk over to the couch. I got a few steps away until Denim grabbed onto my arm pulling me back into his chest.

"I thought you weren't speaking to me." My hands rested on his chest trying to keep some space. 

"Changed my mind." He so arrogantly says. With his hands placed on my hips, he leans down kissing both sides of my neck. "Let me make it up to you."

"No-no. I-I don't want that." I push myself back.

Denim pulls me back in slipping his hands under my shirt, inching up my back. I gasped feeling his cold hands against my bare skin. I tried to push myself back. "You can't," I grunt failing to push myself back from his hold. "You can't kiss me or-or make it up t-to me. Denim you have been-been ignoring me for days. The last we spoke...you were yelling at me," I tremble with a steady breath. "You haven't even apologized for it," I tell him softly.

"Which is why I want to make it up to you," Denim argues. "Come home with me after work, okay?" Denim takes a step closer to me.

I shake my head. "No."

"Just dinner." Denim scratches the side of his face. "I'll apologize to you then. Mmm?"

Shaking my head again, Denim cups my face. "You're lying to me."

Denim presses our lips together. "I promise. Come home with me after work and we'll just talk over dinner." Our lips touch again, moving together. "Don't be so difficult." Denim gently squeezes his arm around my waist pulling me in closer.