Devote [book 1]

16

The next day at work was better. I didn't have any of my friends question why I left early or why Cristiano was asking me that question over and over again.

I knew I had to face my problems one day but I didn't want to. I didn't want to get hurt and broken. I was already broken but you could always break what's already broken.

I continued my day as normal. Finished more projects and presentation while assigning workers more stuff.

"Hey Mo," I heard from my side.

"Hey Toby," I said.

"Uhm- do- do y-you..." he tried getting his words out. I saw him awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.

"Do I what?" I asked.

"Do you want to go on a date?" I stopped walking and turned to him. I noticed how we were close to each other where one half-step could bring our lips together.

"Yes, I would love to," I said.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7." With that, he walked away.

I had a date. Oh my, I pray that this date doesn't go bad and that it doesn't turn out as my last date.

I didn't want to get hurt, I couldn't afford to get hurt again.

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I was finally home, with three hours to spare. The perks of being the boss.

I never abuse my power but my assistant manager (a great friend of mine) knew of the date and rushed me out.

I went to my bathroom and set up a bath. I took my clothing off and my makeup off. I needed this relaxing bath.

As my sore muscles relaxed, my phone rang. My face paled as I saw the number.

"Hello?" I heard him talking, sounded worried.

"Hey Ryan," I said after a few seconds.

"You had me so worried. The last time we talked was when you decided to stay in Egypt. You never called me back or answered any of my texts. I thought you were dead. Have you seen the news lately? Well you can't see the local news of New York since you left. But it's Lucas, he looks like a zombie with his pale skin and lifeless eyes. It's the annual gala that his family hosts and it's on live television. I wish you could see it, but yeah he does look very miserable, doesn't interact or do anything but stand and greet-"

"Woah Ryan, slow down. The gala is on tv?"

"Yes, catch up. As I was saying, why aren't you back? I would've thought that you would think it was a mistake and come back. Did you know that when I went grocery shopping without you, somehow Lucas hunted me down and questioned me about where you were at. Cristiano later apologized for Lucas' behalf saying he was having a bad day. But those bad days turned into bad months. Anyways, that Cristiano guy is hot." He finished off.

I chuckled, "Well, how did it feel to grocery shop by yourself? But on another note, what do you mean he questioned you? Like what did he ask?"

"Oh you know, where you were, how you are, why you left, etcetera etcetera," he said with a knowing tone.

"Did you answer any?" I asked.

"Nope, it's not like I knew the answers myself either." I could tell that he had a pout and was probably sad.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to get away. I would've thought the note answered all your questions."

"Well it didn't. Are you ever going to visit me? Im lonely, and I have no friends," he said.

"You have a bunch of friends and acquaintances, plus I honestly don't know. Maybe during my vacation. Since Christmas is coming, I could go and visit. Also, I'll have to call you later since I have to get ready." Even after the two years I've been gone, I still knew Ryan wanted Lucas and I together, and that he thinks I need to go back.

"Get ready for what?" He asked. I didn't want to answer that question knowing his response to it.

"A date..." it was quiet for a few seconds before I heard him yell or squeal, they both sounded the same to me.

"With who?" He asked.

"Ry, I have to go. I'll share the details when I get back." I hung up after saying bye and decided to finally get ready.

I was stuck between wearing a dress or not. I decided to wear a loose fitting pink long-sleeved shirt, a black loose fitting sweater, and black jeans.

I put my headscarf on and got to my makeup. With little to no eyeshadow and nude lipstick, I was finished in no time.

By the time it was 7 o'clock, I was finished and waited for a millisecond before someone knocked on the door.

I opened the door with a smile only for it to be wiped right at the next second.

"What are you doing here?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"It really is you! I thought he was lying," he said almost breathless.

"Answer my question Lucas," I said once again.

"I have a date to go to," I said after a few.

"A date?" He said almost seeming outraged at the fact that I was going on a date.

"Yes, a date. Now what are you doing here?"

"I came here to apologize and to ask for another chance but it seems like you moved on already," he said with a pout and walked away.

I wanted to stop him, I wanted to run after him but I've done enough running.

He needs to run after me.

I would like to apologize to anyone who got offended over the religion I chose to change Imogen to join. Before I write anything that is new to me, I always do my research for I took at least two hours figuring everything out, to the clothing for women to the clothing for men. I made notes of all of it so if you dislike how she dressed for the date then I beg you to not say anything for that is the way most women dress in Egypt.

On another note, I was going to make this chapter differently but decided against it. Later on when I finish and edit, I might change it to the way I wanted to do it. I kind of did feel like Lucas was meant to be brought back.

Also, don't be mad that she wants him to run after here even though he did manhunt her down and everything. To be fair, she's changed and she feels like after what he did on national tv and all, he deserves to get a taste of his own medicine.

When I first started writing this, I had a different direction than the way it is going now. It's not going as planned but it is a little better.

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