Selena is a twenty-three year old girl living in New York with her best friend James. The two have been best friend since they first met in kindergarten. In the company they work for, James works as the CFO for the Management board, while Selena is...
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This past week has sucked. Just straight up, sucked. And to say it's a lot going on would be a lie. It's only one thing that's bothering me, bringing me down.
And it's the fact that Killian has been so distant. It's been unbearable. And it makes me feel a bit dumb because he's been avoiding me since the weekend after we had sex.
What makes it even worse is the fact that I work in his damn building now. I asked James for advice but he said that Killian's just been extremely busy. Though as his PA I think I would know that.
During work he's very formal and short with me. And outside of work he hasn't spoken to me. Only a text good night every night and I considered myself lucky.
"I need you to respond to the emails from Lorenzo Romano." His voice says.
I glance up at him to see him facing his computer. I look at the unopened folder on his desk with print outs from the deal being sealed with Mr.Rorke. I focus my attention back on mine and continue with rescheduling his meetings for tomorrow.
"Ms. King I said-"
"I already did it." I interrupt him.
Annoyed with how he addresses me as "Ms. King" all of the sudden.
"If you were to open up the only folder on your desk the prints are in there." I add.
"Lose the attitude." He responds and I huff.
"What's with you?" I ask and look up at him.
"Nothing." He responds.
"Bullshit." I mutter.
"So are you going to tell me why you've been acting like this or not?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
He looks up at me, his jaw clenched.
"I don't pay you to discuss my personal issues with me." He says, anger rising at his words.
"Oh so now I'm just another fucking employee and not your girlfriend?" I snap.
He stays silent and continues to read the files in the folder he had just opened.
His lack of response to my question causes a stinging feeling in my chest. I don't know what's gotten into him but I can't take it.
It's actually driving me mad. How he can be so affectionate then without any sort of reason is so cold with me. As if I was just another one of his employees.
His sentence about his "personal issues"replays in my head. Like I don't fucking know him. Like the entire month we've been together I was with a stranger or something.
Having enough of these thoughts and wanting nothing but to rid them I close the laptop and turn off the computer.
I grab my phone out of my desk drawer and swing my purse over my shoulder. I stand up and pull up my jeans slightly.
