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There was also nothing fake about the feelings I felt with him either. There was an overwhelming sense of happiness at his words, his touch, and the way he smiled at me.
I was thankful that the universe aligned perfectly so that Kali was gone all day Sunday. She got an offer at work to write an editorial for the magazine she works for, which is a huge step in her career. I’m not sure if she wants to be a columnist. A while back when she was in college, she had joked with the idea of writing a book someday. We never pushed her on the subject because she gets cringy over it. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it is to write a book and the process that goes into one. Not to mention you’d have to have crazy thick skin because people can be downright vicious.
So writing an article for a magazine is a huge step for her. That’s the reason she was gone all day Sunday. She was busy around the city doing research on the best restaurants to attend for bachelorette parties.
The universe stayed in its alignment yesterday when Marc had to work out of the Staten Island office for the day to attend meetings and close two big deals. It worked out for both of us, really. I was able to avoid him and let my body relax before I saw him again, and he got to see Bill in that office without questions about him marrying his assistant.
This morning when I arrived at the office, Marc was his usual chipper self. I say that with as much sarcasm as possible. He was his normal killjoy self and wanted everyone around him to feel it. It was like his Monday blues carried over into Tuesday. For once, I know it wasn’t me who put him in that mood.
But the scowl I keep seeing him shoot me from his desk just about every hour tells me that there’s a chance I might be the cause of it.
My phone chiming on my desk rips me from my thoughts, and I pick it up assuming that it’s still the girls wondering what’s wrong with me. But I gasp when I see the name Dean.
Dean
Is this really how it’s going to be?
You break up with me via text message and I just don’t hear from you?
I let out an audible sigh to myself at my desk because, seriously?
I’ve been busy with work.
Dean
You don’t work on the weekends. I tried calling you Sunday to give you some time to think about it.
Dean… we were never officially together.
Dean
But I wanted to see where things would go.
This right here is exhibit A why I never let myself get too comfortable with a man. This whole text encounter is ridiculously awkward and unnecessary.
This is really unnecessary, Dean.
Besides, I told you. I’m busy with work. This isn’t what this was supposed to be.
Dean
I wanted to be the exception, sweetheart.
For whatever reason, that causes a slight grin on my face. It would be cute if I was into that sort of thing. But my heart is anything but sweet.
Just as I’m about to reply, my email notification dings on my desktop, and I groan.
This is too much fucking communication from too many devices for a Tuesday before noon.
From: [email protected]
Avery,
I would like to remind you that you are at your place of work. At the same time, I would like to remind you we have a deal for the next few months that you will not be seeing anyone else. From my understanding, you were breaking up with your boyfriend. So please enlighten me as to why you have a shit eating grin on your face at your text messages all morning.
Sincerely,
