Desire

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Adelaide

I decided no more crying. I spent the last couple of days at home crying about Carter. I will resume my life and pretend I'm okay. I won't let him win.

Today I walked into my office a few minutes later. As I sat down, Carter walked in. His face was full of pretend worry. I don't need his fake act concern. He could fuck off, But he's also my boss, so I have to pretend to be excellent.

Ella thought that I was hung up on Asher. I told her everything. She stayed with me, and we watched movies.

I smiled and said, "What can I do for you, Mr Gilmore?"

He frowned. "Adelaide-"

"Let me stop you right there." I interrupted. "There isn't anything more to say, Mr. Gilmore. I would appreciate it if we just went back to normal,"

"Adelaide-" he starts again but is interrupted by Lucian knocking on the door. I yelled for him to come in. He sat in front of me, ignoring Carter. I told him everything, and he's taking this harder than I am.

"Hey Lucian, what's up?" I asked with a smile on my face. I did it to mock him.

"I'm thinking we go to the club tonight, yes?" he says. He gives me a look, and I know to play along.

"Why not?" I agreed.

I turned and met the eyes of Mr Gilmore. He was fuming. "Was there something you needed, Mr Gilmore?"

He eyed me and ran out of my office. A little bit of guilt runs through me. Lucian touches my hand.

"Remember, Carter, hurt you," he reminds me like he's reading my thoughts. He's right. I shouldn't feel guilty. He broke up with me. I have every right to be hurt and to do as I please.

"What would I do without you?" I asked,

"Die," he teased.

We both laughed.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his smile turning into a frown.

"I promise. I have to get through the rest of the day,"

A couple of hours later, it was noon lunch break time. There's a knock on my door, and Carter walks in. For a man that has told me time and time again that he doesn't want me, he sure has a guilty conscious.

A bag hangs on his wrist. I could smell the aroma of food coming from it. He bought me food to try and buy me off. If he thinks we can be friends after what happened, he's so off.

"I don't want it to be like this, Adelaide. I still care for."

"You're just trying to ease your guilty conscious and sorry, but I'm not going to tell you it's okay when it's not. So you can feel better,"  I yelled back at him.

"Adelaide,"

He took a step forward, and now he was standing in front of my desk, but it still wasn't far enough.

"Just fucking stop. You made your choice; now you have to fucking live with it." I snapped at him.

I can see the sadness in his eyes, and I wonder how he does do it. How does he make me feel like I'm in the wrong?