*Four Weeks Later*
"Man, this is eating you up alive. You look terrible," Tim said when he walked into my office and handed me a cup of coffee. I sipped from its content slowly.
"You have no idea how hard it is. There's something about this girl that I can't get out of my head," I told him.
"Ah, Christian, you're going soft on me."
"No but she's just different than the others. I'm tempted to pick up the phone and call her. With the others, I couldn't wait to block their numbers. Sacha Rish is one of a kind, man."
"So, you're missing her? Why not just call her for real?"
"I can't. I have a wedding to focus on. As a matter of fact, I have to go pick up my suit. You're in charge." With that, I peeled myself off the chair and we walked out of my office.
I got into my car and drove to the boutique where my pitch white perfect suit was waiting to be paid for and collected. After doing just that, I decided to take the long way home and enjoyed my lonely company.
As I turned onto 12th Avenue, I spotted a small walking figure with a notebook in her hands. I slowed down along side her.
"Judy," I called.
She looked over at me with a smile and her walking came to a halt. "Hi, Christian."
"Get in," I told her as I stopped the car completely and she immediately came over and got into the back seat.
"How are you?" I asked as I stepped on the gas again.
"I'm doing fine. I missed the school bus so I decided to walk to the bus stop for one," she clarified.
"And how's your sister doing?" I asked next as I steal glances of her in the rear view mirror to catch the expression on her face.
"She's not doing too good. She's been acting strangely for weeks. She barely speaks to me or comes out of her room. She just wants to be left alone. This morning, I heard her vomiting in the bathroom. She's very sick."
"Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that. I hope she gets better soon and goes back to her regular self."
"Why you stop coming over?" she asked me.
"Um, it's really complicated, Judy."
"Adults always say that when they want to dodge a question."
I chuckled lightly. She was very smart for a ten year old girl.
"Should I tell Sacha that you dropped me off?" she asked when I pulled up to the gate to her house.
"Okay. Thanks for the ride home. Bye, Christian." She got out and I watched her walk through the gate and up to the house. My eyes scanned the front entrance of the door, hoping to get at least one glance or sight of her. They didn't. I drove back to my house with my suit on the front passenger seat.
"Sis, I'm home!" my little sister called from the living room. I was in the kitchen having a glass of water.
"Hey," I greeted her as I walked into the living room and glanced up at the wall clock. "You're late."
"I missed the bus, but I was lucky to get a ride home."
"JUDY! You're not to take any rides from strangers! I've told you that countless times, Judy! I don't know how many times I should say it again. Something bad could of happened to you!"
"It was Christian," she answered sadly and my anger subsided instantly.
"Yes. He was driving by and saw me and he dropped me off."
"Did he say anything?" I asked her. I missed Christian like crazy. I would lie in bed all day, thinking about the times we had which were mainly sexual but damn it, I missed the bloody man. His sweet scent stayed on bed sheets from our encounters. I hadn't washed the sheets since. It was somewhat pathetic of me because it was obvious that Christian was over me. He didn't even want to see me. The fact that he never called had been driving me crazy and of course, I had been working up my emotions over him and making myself sick in the process.
And above all that, the rumors were true. He was indeed getting married. I was nothing to him but a benefit to please one of his desires and or egos.
"He said that you should get better."
"You told him that I was sick?" I asked in disbelief.
"Well, it's the truth. I heard you throwing up this morning before I left for school. I was coming to get you so you can tie my ribbons."
"How are you feeling now?"
"I'm much better."
"Why is it that Christian don't come by anymore?" she asked.
"It's complicated," I answered.
"You and him are so much alike. He said those exact same words to me when I asked him." She huffed and went upstairs to her bedroom.
I turned on the TV and sat down on the couch. I had been behind on the celebrity gossips I recalled when I hit the gossip channel.
"This just in. From sources close to the couple, Christian Alexander is to wed Audrey Redman NEXT WEEKEND. Congratulations to the young billionaire on his bride-to-be," the gossip host spoke after ten minutes of watching.
A bile of upset swam from my stomach to my throat. I ran into the guest bathroom which was the nearest bathroom, and vomited once again. The tears spilled from my eyes when I looked heavenward for any possible solutions to my hurting.
I had no one to blame but myself for the hurt. He warned me that I shouldn't develop any feelings for him but that was exactly what I did. I fell for him, bad.
I leaped when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
"Please let it be him," I said as I retrieved the phone from my pocket. Josh's name flashes on the screen. I sigh from disappointment but took his call anyway.
"Hi. I haven't heard from you in weeks. I'm just calling to check in, are you okay?"
"You don't sound okay."
"I will be."
"I could come by if you wish."
"No no no. I'll be fine. I've just had a lot on my mind lately."
"Okay. I hope you feel better. Bye."
I hung up and exited the bathroom. I went upstairs to my own bedroom and turned the AC on full blast since I was feeling extremely hot with sweat rolling down my forehead. I fell into a deep sleep.
That Friday, I felt more like myself. I had already cashed in my check and opened two accounts for Judy and myself. I decided to take Judy on a crazy shopping spree. She had been growing and needed new clothes.
We hit the city and moved from store to store as we shopped. We laughed and chit-chatted and bought fast food from the street vendors.
Judy and me later on stumbled into a sitting area with a big water spout in the middle. We were having ice-cream when my eyes caught Remy.
"Remy!" I called but she didn't hear and wasn't aware of me calling her. I got up and tried to catch up to her. I was almost at her when I saw her being handed an envelop from someone in a black range rover. I tried to get a better look.
It was Christian's fiancee.
"Why the fuck would Christian's fiancee be giving Remy an envelop? How does she even know Remy?"
It hit me like an angry wave on a surfer in the ocean.
"Remy, YOU BITCH!" I shouted and she turned and saw me coming after her.