CHAPTER FOURTEEN: “HER PRIDE, HIS PRIDE”
Today felt like judgement day. The day of reckoning. The day she would have to finally look him in the eye and account for each and every one those kisses. There so many things going through her mind. She was caught up in a rapture of mixed emotions but fear was the prominent one of them all. Why did she allow things to escalate? Why did she allow him to kiss her like that? If she was honest with herself, Kendrick had nothing to do with it. As soon as he appeared like her knight in shining amour, everything that she thought she felt for Kendrick was overshadowed by what she felt for that man. And so she made believe. She made believe that they were together. She made believe that every touch, every kiss that they shared was real. She wanted to feel what it felt like to be loved by him, even if they were just pretending. That is what stopped her from pushing him away, that is what stopped her from pulling away every time that he would kiss her. Why did he do it? She had her reasons but why did he continue to kiss her? Again and again and again?
If it was up to her, she would prefer to never see him again. For the sake of her sanity. For the past two weeks she had been reminiscing. Every touch, every kiss has been on replay like a broken record. The nights were worse. She had time to think, to reason. Why does he do what he keeps on doing? Why does he mess with her head? She was not one for casual affairs or casual kisses.
There was a knock on her door. She was expecting company. DeAndre and Anthwan are supposed to come to her office and sign the contract. She had been postponing this meeting for the past two weeks until she ran out of excuses. She had no more excuses when they offered to come and see her. She had to comply. And that is why she was at her office at 8p.m, supposedly working late. Papers were scattered everywhere. She had lied and had to at least make her lie look legit. Right?
“Hi Azania” he said in his deep baritone voice.
She avoided looking into his eyes and looked behind him. This is the moment that she dreaded. Being alone with him. Even if it was just for one moment, it was too much. Anthwan was nowhere in sight.
“Hi DeAndre” she replied letting him in. “I thought Anthwan would be with you.”
“He will join us shortly.”
“Oh okay. Can I offer you anything to drink?”
She had to put some distance between them and so she walked to her office table and picked up some of the documents that she was supposedly busy with before he came.
“No thank you” he replied. He was still standing in the doorway watching her every move.
“You can have a seat if you like.” She made a gesture towards the two seats that were on the other side of her desk.
Even though she seemed unfazed, Azania was not as unaffected as she pretended to be. DeAndre Morgan was a fine specimen. He clearly came here straight from work because he still had on his suit and looked every bit like a GQ model. Well maybe not GQ because he was too buff for that. Those arms…She also noticed that his tie was missing, he must have loosened it on his way over here. She could feel him with every fiber of her being. Like when he finally decided to leave his post at the door, she felt it. Every step he took towards her, she felt it. He had the grace of a jaguar when he moved and she felt like his prey. He stopped at the edge of her desk and took a seat on the edge. She had no choice to look up into his eyes. That was a bad idea. His eyes pierced her soul. She felt vulnerable and exposed.
“How long are you going to keep running?” he asked holding her gaze.
“I’m not running” came her reply.
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For the past few years Azania Parker found herself in the same situation. A flirtationship: more than a friendship but less than a relationship. Tired of being led on only to be disappointed in the end, she completely gives up on love. DeAndre Morga...