AFRAID TO LOVE
She turned and walked majestically to her car. She sat in the driver’s seat as she got into it. Using the rear view mirror, she could see what was happening to that woman.
One of the guards carried her out, she kept fighting within his grip, pounding his back. The other took her bag and other items that where on the floor and followed the other guard taking her out. While she’d been talking to the lady, she’d been receiving angry stares from her. Who was she? Why had she not apologised after she’d bumped into her?
Where does she come from? Was she actually looking for her? Only the btch could answer these questions.
For a moment, she was scared of her. No one had ever confronted her that way. The way she looked at her, was as if the woman had known her and had lots of scores to settle with her.
She kept watching as she was thrown outside the company. She started her car. Shifting the gear to reverse, the XC60 moved under her command. When she was done with reversing, she shifted the gear to drive and headed to the gate of the premises. She honked and the gate was opened for her.
On getting out, she almost hit a woman. Fortunately, she was quick with her brakes and the woman ran to the side of the vehicle. Purity was about to lash this woman with unfriendly words. She turned to her, ah, she was familiar, this same woman who had created a scene minutes ago at her company.
Purity didn’t say anything, she kept on looking at her. The lady returned her gaze with glaring eyes. Those eyes had no feelings or sympathy or human emotions in them. They were just black. Purity wondered who this woman was and why she’d been staring at her with such eyes. But right now, she didn’t care.
Giving her a cold stare, the woman removed her eyes from Purity’s and scurried away.
Purity felt she had won. She smiled to herself and drove off.
“What are you doing here?” Jeremy asked Tricia as she stepped into his office.
She ignored him. Threw her things on the mohagony desk and settled on a chair facing Jeremy. As she sat, she crossed her legs.
Jeremy quietly watched her settle down. He was tapping his fountain pen on the desk, examining her.
“Aren’t you going to give me an answer? And have I not warned you not to dress like this to visit me?”
She scoffed. “Listen to me. I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I can dress anyhow I want to.”
“Right. But,” he raised his brows. “You’re still coming to visit me, so watch the way you dress.” he warned.
“I can’t believe you’re talking to me like this. What went wrong? I don’t understand.”
He frowned. “State your business.”
“Don’t try to act formal with me,” she had begun to raise her voice. “I’m here to see you and talk with you. I demand an explanation. Why did you break up with me?”
Jeremy was amazed. What the hell is this bitch talking about? He gave a throaty laugh. “From what I can remember, you ended the relationship. Your exact words, I can still recall; ‘Jeremy Broderick. Its over between us, I hate you and will hate you for the rest of my life. I never want to be seen around you.’ Am I correct?”
“That was then. I didn’t mean it. I want you back.”
“Well,” he snorted, “Its too late. I told you I am engaged, didn’t I?”
She swallowed. “Few days after the break up you’re already having a fiancee? You were in a hurry to get rid of me?”
“That wasn’t what exactly happened.”
“Oh, yeah.” she straightened her legs. “I don’t really want to know. Do you know how much I love you? How much I really want to be with you?”
“Tricia, I do not know. Honestly, I don’t think I want to know. Please, stop all that.”
Tricia got up, placed both hands on the desk and looked affectionately at him. “I know you still love me. And I love you too.”
“Hell, no. I don’t!” he blurted.
“You don’t? Never, didn’t?”
She began shedding tears. Placed her right hand on her hair and drew it back.
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