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“I thought so too, at first. But then things became real. We became more and more real, and in turn—I fell for him.” I shrugged.
“Are you in love with him, Pey?” Quinn questioned.
I nod my head. I do. We told one another that we did, was that too fast?
Shit, I was, or I am planning to move to Seattle, and the added benefit is that Maxwell lives there.
Am I being blinded by lust or am I trying to advance my career by taking the job my boss is offering me?
* * *
What do I do?
What am I doing?
I checked in with my boss and let him know that I’m still thinking about the details of the offer and he even offered to give me the rest of the week to decide. I’ve taken half of the week to mull over the pros and cons, only to start to feel more and more stressed based off of talking with my friends.
I’ve dodged phone calls from Max and in return would text him back that I’m not feeling well.
Which made me feel even more guilty when he sent me flowers and had Grub-hub deliver soup to the apartment. I sent him texts, that were short and didn’t hold much of a conversation, all because my mind was fucking with me and I wasn’t sure that I was making this decision because of him or not.
But after a full week of not talking to him, a lot of pulling my hair and my subconscious taking over for me, I came to my final decision.
I was nervous, but I knew that I needed to give my boss an answer. I waited long enough. And then after I talk to him, I will have to put on my big girl panties and talk to Max.
I walk into work and settle into my office. I go about my usual start-up of my day and keep my eye on the clock, waiting for Mr. Frederick to come in.
Busy work and catching up keeps me occupied as well as makes me lose track of time.
Mr. Frederick steps into my office and sits down in the chair in front of me, while I’m putting the finishing touches on the invoicing for the week and places a coffee in front of me.
I look up surprised, then look at the time.
“Oh God, time got away from me,” I say.
“That’s what happens playing catch up,” he smirks.
“I was going to come and find you when you normally get in, but I got distracted with work.”
“I guess that’s a good thing to be distracted with, how are you?” he asks.
“Well sir, to be truthful, my stomach has been in knots all week.”
“Is this about the offer?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“It is,” I pause. “Maybe we should shut the door.”
He stands up and closes the door to my office and then turns around with anticipation.
MAXWELL
More radio silence.
I’m not used to a woman going radio silent on me. Truthfully, it’s usually the other way around. I’m the guy who doesn’t call back or doesn’t make a second date. I avoid phone calls and texts, because that’s who I have been since Marisa.
I haven’t been the relationship guy in several years, and right now, I’m wanting to be and give this thing between us a real shot—but I’m afraid that she’s icing me out.
She says that she’s sick, but a part of me is worried that she is completely avoiding me.
