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I turned to look at Rosalie. She looked close to tears.
"Rosalie, it's not what you think." I hurried toward her. "Please let me explain."
And then Diana came up behind me, her panties in her fingers held up in the air as if they were some sort of trophy. She laughed.
"Here you go, darling." She pushed them into my pants pocket. "I know you want my panties, like always."
"Diana!" I said, "Take your—"
"Don't be coy in front of your little friend, Oliver. She knows what we just did. I mean, why else would my panties be off and now in your pocket? Bye. Have a good afternoon."
And with that, she waltzed out of the room. I was seething in anger. I couldn't believe that she just said that. That she tried to pretend that I'd hooked up with her when I wanted nothing to do with her.
"Rosalie," I said, grasping at her hands, but she pulled them away.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't even know you were coming to the office today. You didn't tell me. I, I, I wanted to surprise you."
A single tear rolled down her face.
"Surprise me with what? What's going on?"
She stared at me for a few seconds and shook her head.
"Nothing. Nothing's going on, Oliver. I don't want to do this with you anymore. I don't trust you, and I can't do this. I can't believe you slept with her. We promised. We promised we wouldn't do anything with anyone else."
"Rosalie, I didn't. I swear. I—"
"Yeah, right."
She ran out of the room crying, and I swore under my breath. My alarm started going off, and I realized that my meeting was about to start in a minute. I had two options. I could go to my meeting with a milliondollar client and keep my job, or I could skip it and run after Rosalie and keep whatever we had going. I debated for half a second and then ran out of the office. Rosalie meant everything to me. I couldn't have her thinking for one second that I would ever cheat on her or do anything with another woman. Didn't she understand that she was who I lived for? That I loved her? That I wanted to be with her? I had to tell her, and I had to tell her now. There was no way I would let her leave this office building without hearing me out. I got to the elevator just as she reached it.
"Rosalie, please wait. I want to—" And then the doors closed.
I pressed the button, but the doors didn't open.
"Fuck it," I said.
I headed toward the stairs. I was on the twentieth floor, but I'd run down those stairs as if I were a sprinter at the Olympics. I needed to make sure I got to the bottom before the elevator. I needed to make sure I got to speak to Rosalie before she left. Because if she left, I had no idea what she would do. And I didn't want her to feel an ounce of pain for something that wasn't even real. I sprinted down the stairs. I felt out of breath, and my legs felt sore, but I kept going. I nearly tripped down one flight and steadied myself slightly, but I knew I couldn't stop. I had to keep going. I had to make sure I got there before Rosalie left. I got to the bottom of the stairwell and opened the emergency door and ran into the lobby. I looked toward the elevator, but the doors were open. She'd already left. I looked toward the front of the building and watched as she was walking out.
"Rosalie Sloane! Wait!" I shouted.
She stopped and turned back to look at me. I could see her face was red and puffy, and my heart broke.
"Wait!" I said as I ran toward the door.
She stood there for a couple of seconds and then started running.
"Fuck it," I groaned as I picked up my pace.
I was out of breath, but I wasn't going to let her get away.
"Rosalie!" I shouted as she was running down the street. I could see people staring at us, but I didn't care. Finally, I caught up with her, and I grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Please, Rosalie. Wait! Please let me explain! Please!"
"How could you, Oliver? How could you do this to me?"
"I didn't, Rosalie. I promise. Okay? She came in. She tried to seduce me, but I didn't want her. I was telling her no. I love you, Rosalie. I would never sleep with someone else. You're all I think about. Fuck, just an hour ago, I was thinking about how I wanted to get out of work because I wanted to see you, because we hadn't had any quality time in ages."
