The Deal

Chapter 49

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Days passed- days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. 2 months to be exact.

The breakup seemed to settle in. Christian didn't talk to me outside of work and I guess I made it clear that it was over because he stopped attempting to actually talk to me.

I saw him at dinner or certain events. I was forced, as his assistant, to go with him in the middle of the workday to pick out his tuxedo for his wedding. His wedding to my mother to be exact...

Seeing him every day felt agonizing! I saw him and I couldn't help but feel the void- I felt like I wanted to be with him again and forget about all of what he'd done. Was it really enough to end us completely? I'm starting to think no, but it's too late to turn back.

I'd made my decision. I'd be done with community college this year and finally attend a university. I'd gotten into the college in Oregon. I had told my mother who still argued with me that I was in the best place for writing! I mean New York, it's obviously a great place to start as a writer! I was close to the city not to mention manhattan and such...

But I knew I wasn't going to Oregon for an amazing writing program or because I wanted to attend that university- no I was going to escape from my life. To escape from my mother and to dreadfully escape from the one person I'd been considering my escape, Christian.

Seeing him every day- I just felt hurt. And now- two months after our breakup, I felt guilty and regretful.

I love him so much and seeing him- living with him, it was painful, truly painful.

Now here I was, sitting in front of a dressing room waiting for Christian to walk out so I'd be able to judge the tux he'd be choosing.

"If you don't like those dress pants we can always get you a different style, Mr.Davenport." The older lady that'd been helping Christian find a tux said through the other side of the closed-door Christian was in.

She seemed nervous- perhaps she really was nervous. She was helping a very rich man choose his tux. He'd be spending a very expensive amount on it, without a doubt!

Of course, this was something my mother wanted to do, choose a tux for him, but she'd gone out of town the last moment for her own dress fitting. Of course, after finding her "perfect" dress a few months ago, she changed her mind at the last minute and claimed to Christian that she needed to visit a certain dress shop in Philly to find the perfect dress.

He didn't really seem to care that she was definitely going and spending a lot of his money on this dress. Then again his money was a bottomless pit...

She wanted me to go with her but I made up excuses like having too much homework and Christian needing me at work... which he's made very known that he doesn't!

After our breakup, Christian had offered to transfer me to another floor, or offered to make me an assistant to a person lower than him.

I declined. I wanted to stick to this. I didn't want to make things weird and besides my mother would question why I'd be switching positions.

I looked up from my phone at Christian as he walked out in the tux. He stood in front of the full-length mirrors, adjusting his bow tie.

He looked amazing. I stared at him in awe, my heart melting at the sight.

"Get me the other one you showed me- I want to know my options." He says to the woman. She nods and quickly runs off.

I look down at my phone, trying to stop staring at him.