The Grey Patch (BWWM)

Part 52- Pasts & Future.

Jeremih up there! 👆🏿

Good morning lovelies!
This update should have come yesterday, the glitch still messing with me...😣

Anyways, enjoy!

"Jeremih?" she called from behind, bringing the man to a halt in his actions.

Her voice felt shaky, her fingers trembled in anticipation. No two people could look so alike, and walk in the exact same manner, not even if they were identical twins.

She knew he was the one, it had to have been him, she was sure of it, but for sanity's sake, she clung onto the shred of hope she almost didn't have, in the mercies that the moment the man turned back to grant her full access to his face, he would turn out to be someone else.

But alas, she had exhausted all the luck she had for the week as her fears were confirmed the moment his hooded figure turned back to face her.

"Hey..." he mouthed, unsure what else he was supposed to say. What do you say to someone—scrape that, what do you say to your girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend whom you abandoned during her five months preganancy?

"Step-away" he heard her blurt suddenly, jerking him out of his sea of thoughts. He stared up at her, not sure he had heard her correctly the first time.

"Mal..."

"You're-in-my-way!" she said through gritted teeth as her fists tightened instinctively in defense. She had that familiar look of anger and pain, the same one she had often given him in the past each time he had found a way to mess things up as usual in their relationship.

He raised his hands up in the air in surrender, and carefully gave way for her. When she walked up to him—or rather to his direction to step into her side of the car, she pulled out her car key from her bag and began working the button to unlock the car. For some reason, it got stuck and refused opening. Great, just great!

"I think you ain't—"

"Don't think! It ain't your car, and I know what the fuck I'm doing!" she shut him off abruptly as she struggled with the locks.

Finally, after numerous trials and reddened fingers, it made the clicking sound, and she huffed in annoying relief. When she pulled open the door, it almost hit him across the arm as he had been standing at close range from her.

"Mal, we need to talk—"

"No, we dont'!" she insisted, placing her bag on the passenger's seat before working her ignition. He faced her squarely, intent on communicating with her through the car windows, but Maldives was clearly having none of it as she held him afar with her warning finger. "Don't. Don't you even dare! Tell me something Jeremih, who the fuck do you think you are?! Ghosting out on me and just—just—Never mind! Never fucking mind! I was fine on my own, I've been fine on my own and I always will be! So just—fuck off!" she growled and sped off in a frenzy.

For Maldives, how she was able to make the drive over to REGAL Corp. was completely beyond her reckoning as all through the ride, her visions had been severely clouded by the tumultuous emotions their encounter had stirred up inside her.

Even as she pulled over REGAL Corp's parking lot, her teary eyes couldn't help but wonder. What the fuck is he doing back here?! Why in heaven's name is he back?!

Come to think of it, how did he even know to find me there?! Has he been stalking me???

Pervert!

Cowardly pervert!

Ain't man enough to face responsibilities, and still ain't man enough to face me!