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Chapter Twenty Nine: Tristan
“I want the ten floors at the top. Make the service elevator available to me too.” I barked commands at my leasing manager.
She was a nice girl, but a bit of an airhead.
“Yes sir. And your noon meeting is here.” She tucked her dyed blonde hair behind her ear. When I hired her a week ago, she was a brunette.
But she was young. A business major in college, so I decided to throw her a bone.
“Thanks. Did anyone call back?” I hoped.
“Nope. Is that all?” She stuck her chest out, her black, tight dress wasn’t necessarily work place attire. I knew she was trying to get with me, but I was extremely unavailable.
“Yes.” I answered shortly.
It had been a month since their wedding. Levi and Gab were living it up in Cabo, and I was struggling with my second start up. I was currently working out of borrowed office space, but was moving into the startup I just bought next week.
And of course, I thought to Emilia every day, just like in the beginning. It took me one night to go crazy for her, one month to find her, three weeks to fall in love with her. And now a month of torture for doing so. I felt like shit.
Yeah, the wedding almost fell behind. But it worked out in the end. I hadn’t thought she would stay, if she really needed to go…
She blamed me. She looked at me like she hated me. I told her I love her, and she left.
I know what she said. She can’t sacrifice her business and I respect that. But it was still very…unsettling. She must not love me too. I have always been intense, but I knew I loved her. When she wasn’t around, it’s like I can’t breathe. And I can’t think. The only reason this business is going well is because it was a welcomed distraction.
Otherwise I couldn’t sleep. I ate less. I looked ten years older.
I had called her every day since then. Sometimes twice a day, then three, and then so much it goes straight to voicemail. I started calling on the office phone. She answered the first time and hung up when she heard my voice. I think I cried for the first time in years when that happened. I mean, she hung up right in my face. She was angry and I thought she hated me. When you love someone, that hurt more than anything.
She doesn’t answer the phone. And I just wanted to know how she is, let her know I support her. It’s why I sent those girls to help her the day of the wedding. And when nearly everyone at that wedding asked about a florist, I send them her way.
It was no secret her business was doing well. Mom heard from Sasha that she bought that bigger space she wanted in the city. At least someone knew she was okay, and that brought me some comfort. But I wanted to talk to her myself. Hear that voice of hers, see her beautiful eyes.
They haunted me. I would close my eyes and see them, and see her smile. I was in hell and the only way out was to be with her.
I grabbed my suit jacket, I still hate suits—and headed to my meeting. I was trying to buy an app startup company, something about an app compilation software. I just knew I wanted it, and I was keeping it. I didn’t plan on selling it off. The guys behind it were young and impressionable, but I didn’t plan on cheating them.
They were sun tanned and fresh out of college, it reminded me of myself. We met in the conference room and went back and forth.
“You’re worth ten million, tops.” I leaned back, exchanging looks with both of them.
“We hadn’t expected it to be that high.” Jason—at least I think that’s his name, was the head founder. The other one handled the business side of things.
“Yeah, but I’m only offering eight million and you keep three percent ownership, two percent of profits.”
They asked to discuss it and when I got back, I bought their company for eight million. Everything was looking up.
Until I was home, exhausted, and staring at my phone. Willing it to ring. I did the same thing every night.
Natalie called me, breaking up the noise on the action movie.
“You’re sulking again.”
“I’m not.” I sounded dejected as hell, so of course she was right.
“You know, you weren’t even like this after Vivian. You really loved Emilia.” My throat lumped at the sound of her name.
I had to tell myself to calm down, that it wasn’t that serious. But it was. I don’t even miss Vivian. I am not even mad at her anymore. I literally feel nothing when I think of her, but when I think of Emilia, I feel everything.
