He laughed and every time he did that, my heart skipped a beat. The sound of his laugh was the best sound my ears had ever heard. It was so laid back and chill.
I felt like I knew him. But I couldn't put two and two together, because something is missing.
Like an important piece of information.
Or maybe I'm just imagining things, because I'm still thinking about him. It's weird and I hate that I can't let it go.
I asked Marco what he thought of Blake, but he just shrugged it off and muttered something along the lines of: "My sister is old enough to know that this is just one of the setbacks in life."
His answer was weird, because most brothers would beat the guy who fucked his sister up. Marco on the other hand seemed unfazed. Like he didn't care about the situation. I decided to not question him about it anymore, because I know it would be pointless.
"Miss Malik?" Claire walked into my office, with a donut and coffee. "You didn't had breakfast nor lunch, so I brought some for you."
She placed it on my desk and my eyes went to the clock on my table. Three pm.
Dammit, did I work for so long. No wonder I had cramps in my fingers and my eyes were watering.
"Miss Malik, you should take a break sometimes. All this work is not good for you." Claire said, as she handed me a tissue to wipe my eyes off.
"It's okay, Claire." I replied, slowly wiping the tears off. "I'm just doing what I need to do."
"No, no. Ximena is actually really worried about you. She specifically told me that the work she left behind should be done by me, you, and the rest of the team. At this point you're the one who's doing most of the work." Claire shut my laptop off and took it off the table.
"Hey! Where are you going with my laptop?" I asked dumbfounded as she walked out of my office with my laptop in her hands.
"Hiding this." she said casually. "Tomorrow you have a day off. Don't worry about us, we will be doing just fine."
"Claire, I was just doing my work !" I protested.
"No Miss Malik. Your work is finished. That was giving a name to the makeup palette, the rest was our work and we're going to finish it. So you can as well pack up and go home and give yourself a nice bath, because you deserve it." With that she walked out of my office with a content smile on her face.
I leaned backwards on my chair and sighed deeply. It was hard hearing the truth from Claire. I wanted everything to be perfect, because I know how much this launch means to Ximena. But that's why she also has other people working in this building.
I tend to forget that sometimes.
I packed up my stuff and closed my office. When I walked passed Claire, she gave me a warm smile and said: "Have a great day Miss Malik."
"You too, Claire." I replied back, smiling.
I passed other cubicles and said my goodbyes to my other colleagues, before exiting the building.
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When I arrived at my apartment, it was empty. Reina was still at work and she would probably have dinner with Luca and his parents who were currently in town.
I took a nice bath and dressed up in a my skimpy peignoir and ordered pizza. After my dinner -pizza- arrived I turned on netflix and watched Riverdale. I felt so relaxed.
The front door opened and Reina came in. "Hey." she greeted, putting her bag on the table. "Hi, how was dinner?" I asked, as she plopped down next to me.
"His parents were too... happy." she sighed, grabbing a pizza from the box. "No, happy is not even the right word. Let's just say excited. Overly excited, to the point where they started talking about baby names."
"Wow." I chuckled, "That's a lot for meeting them for the first time."
"I know right, but they are nice people. Their english is funny and the dad kept using google translate on his phone to talk to me."
"Nice in-laws you have there." I laughed.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to take italian lessons."
"Really?" I asked surprised.
She nodded and smiled. "Hard to believe right. I swore to myself that I wouldn't learn any other foreign language after English. But here I am, thinking about taking Italian classes."
"The things you do for love."
"The things I do for love." she sighed chuckling, taking a bite of her pizza. "So, how are things going between you and loverboy?"
"Will you stop calling him loverboy? That's so... high schoolish."
She laughed loudly. "Okay, what should I call him then? Prince charming? Gentleman in a bugatti?"
"Yikes no, Marco is fine." I said after hearing the awful nicknames she had for him. Gentleman in a bugatti? Really, is that the what they call prince on a white horse in this century?
"Yeah whatever, so are you guys dating?"
I shook my head. "Nope, just friends."
"Really?" she said disappointed. "I thought you guys were already passed the friendzone."
"Why would you think that?"
"I don't know." she shrugged, "He's so nice to you."
"That's true, but that's what friends are supposed to be. And bytheway he reminds me a lot of him."
Her eyes widened. "You mean one night stand guy?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I know he's not the one. If he was he would tell me right? He wouldn't keep it a secret."
"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?"
Reina's question made me think for awhile. I haven't thought about that.
"But what if he knows, but he doesn't want to remind me about it, because it was just a one night stand."
"Mmh, that's another way of thinking about it. You will never know if you don't ask him."
"So you are telling me that I should ask him?" I said, looking horrified. "Are you crazy? What if he's not the one?"
"Then he's not the one." she simply shrugged.
"No, no. If he's the one he should tell me, because he remembered. I don't. And it's only fair if he does, because he left me without a note or something. And that's already a hint that it was just a one night stand. Nothing less, nothing more." I stated.
"But you fell in love. Maybe he did too. You never know if you don't ask hunny. You said it yourself. You guys didn't fuck, but made love."
"Maybe he is not even the guy. Maybe I was being delusional. Maybe it was someone else."
"You will never know until you ask."
"And I will not." I said, crossing my hands across my chest.
"What if he's the one?" Reina said, "How will you feel about it?"
"Mad of course." I laughed, "I mean all this time he knew and didn't bother telling me. That's lying."
"But," I added. "He's not the one."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Pretty sure." I replied confidently.
I was just being delusional.
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