Troye Sivan
What did I do wrong? Is it something I said?
"Darling, I highly doubt you did anything to upset him." Margret assures me through the phone two days later.
"I just don't know," I whisper, sitting alone in his office.
"He has a lot of stressors in his life, I doubt his mood drop had anything to do with you." She coaxes, her voice sweet and soothing.
"Okay," I mumble, biting down on my lip, "I just hope you're right."
Striding in, Jacob gestures for me to come forward.
"Okay, I gotta go. I will see you tonight." I set Jacob's mobile down and scurry up to him.
"Who was that?" He asks.
I shrug, "No one, just checking in."
He holds his stare, utterly unconvinced as he tries to look through my little fib.
"Is there a reason why you won't tell me?" He continues, "Because you know I don't like lies."
I shake my head, "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie... it's just personal."
"Too personal for me to know?"
"No- I mean like-"
"Whatever." He mutters, "Can I trust you to be left alone up here? I'm running late for an appointment."
I nod, "Yes, sure."
"Okay." He nods once and turns around, walking back to the lift.
In my mind, I call out to him and explain. In my mind, I had no reason to lie in the first place. In my mind, I pull him back and kiss him with all the passion in the world.
Alas, I don't do a thing. I watch him get sucked into the lift and brought down to his client.
What is going on with us?
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sued into submission 🌷 tracob
Fanfiction"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."
