"And you already knew about it because of this facial expression, right?" I countered. I didn't even point out whether he was wrong or not.
"Yes, and the aura also helped," he admitted softly in worry. "What did Mr. Perfect, rich and handsome do?" he asked with thick sarcasm.
"Everything. That's what he did," I whispered sadly as I slowly sunk in back to the foul mood I had this morning when I found out about everything. I wasn't about to tell Terry every detail. I can only give him the gist of the situation. One, I quit my job. Two, I only did number one knowing that my father would like to go home. Three, number two didn't work in my favor at all. Four, I fell for William Maxwell and his lies.
Terry already knew that I had a thing for William, but he didn't know how far I had fallen for the man. I don't get why I was so attracted to him now that I've truly seen what he was like. And to be honest, he wasn't really all that much as what people think, or perhaps I was only thinking of such things because of what he had said.
Terry allowed me to crash on his couch again for a few nights, and agreed to take me to my place when his work was done to get a few of my things. When he left for work, I took this time to sleep. Any sort of entertainment was bland in my sight at the moment.
The next thing I knew, after being drawn by a dark void as I closed my eyes, someone had lightly kicked my legs a few times. At first, I thought I was dreaming about someone kicking me until the hit becomes more prominent.
"Are we going to your place or not?" Terry asked monotonously as he repeatedly kicked my leg.
"Why are you kicking me? You should be kicking a certain prick instead." I mumbled sleepily, slowly turning my body on my back and face the ceiling.
"Do you want to get your things tomorrow morning? You look beat. I only woke you up because I didn't want you to be pissed about it in the morning."
"Let's do this now. I don't want to cross paths with anyone tomorrow." I slowly got up from the couch with my eyes still half closed.
"Your shoes are here." Terry waved my shoes in front of me.
"Thank you."
I didn't know how I had walked all the way downstairs to Terry's bike, but the next thing I knew I was gripping on his waist for dear life. He accelerated through the empty, dark streets towards my apartment. It took us less than ten minutes to get there rather than the usual twenty minutes. It makes you wonder how fast Terry drove that motorcycle.
"You can stay here. I'll be quick." I commanded softly as I jumped down the ride and took off my helmet.
I didn't wait for his reply and quickly entered the apartment building with my purse in hand. As I entered the elevator, I pressed the button for my floor and on the close door button. While I waited, I dug into my purse and looked for the keys. I planned on making this quick and silent, if I can. That plan was only possible because it was almost one in the morning.
In less than ten minutes, I had stashed my old backpack with some clothes and shoes for work, some casual shirts and pants and sleepwear, plus my toiletries. I pondered on bringing my other things with me, but I didn't want to ride a bike with huge boxes on board. So with a discontented sigh, I made my way out of my apartment and down the lobby.
When I got out of the clear glass door, Terry had stood by the same place I left him. He took my command to heart. I leered at his stance and shook my head in amusement.
"Come on. Let's go. I'm tired and I'm sure you are, too."
"So, no one is staying at your place while you are staying at mine?" he asked as he handed me my helmet back.
"Yes. Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at the unexpected question.
"How about we make a deal?" He offered with a sly grin.
"I'm listening … "
"You can stay at my place while I stay at yours." He stated with a smile.
"That is not deal. You're making it sound like an exchange, but you get the upper hand with my gorgeous apartment." I snorted.
"Hey! My place is awesome, too. You seem attached to it." He smirked cheekily.
"Yeah, yeah." I playfully pushed him towards his bike as I wore the helmet. "Let's go already. I'll think about it."
Terry sighed but followed my orders and hopped in his ride.
I hoped that tomorrow would not be as eventful as today, but then I remembered I was going to be formally resigning.
Thirty-Seven
I was too lazy to get up the next morning. I felt like a heavy weight was being placed on my back as I tried to turn on the couch. When I sat up, I could feel a numb sensation from my neck down to the soles of my feet.
I grunted as I slowly stood. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings while I was doing it, but since I just woke up, I would have at least five percent conscious of my surroundings.
"What's with the grandma sounds?" Terry asked in amusement as he leaned by the wall near the television, making me jump up in surprise.
"What th- Why are you awake at this hour?" I asked dumbfounded as I eyed him in shock.
"I have a breakfast date with Andrew today. And what is your excuse for waking up at ten in the morning?" He countered, raising his eyebrow at me in question.
"What do you mean it's ten?" I asked, trailing off as my eyes zoned in at the wall clock across me. I gasped in realization and animatedly jumped out of the couch towards the bathroom.
Terry just stood as he watched and laughed at me the whole time. He patiently waited for me to finished dressing up as he offered me a ride to work. I was in the middle of brushing both my hair and teeth when I replied a thank you. He laughed some more at how I was able to concentrate on what he just said.
In less than fifteen minutes, we were both out of the door and on the road to work. On the way there, I hadn't really thought about how things would play out. Work consisted of seeing my boss, who I still had mixed feelings whether I hate or be grateful towards her. Plus, there was my other concern in work: William Maxwell. I don't know what to say to him at all. At least towards Alexandra, I would be saying things that are related to work, but to him, I have nothing but personal stuff to talk about. And I have no one but myself to blame.
When Terry parked in front of the company building, things had finally dawned on me. I sat there, still holding on to him, like a statue. For a second, Terry teased me, but when I continued to remain stagnant, he finally realized something was wrong with me.
"Andy, is everything alright? Do you want to take the day off?" he asked when he was able to take my hand off of him and turned to look at me. "You look pale right now."
"I'm fine … " I replied breathlessly as I got a grip on myself. "I'm a little dazed on what I'm going to do today," I added with more volume.
"What are you doing anyway? You haven't really told me everything yet," he asked sounding slightly annoyed.
I looked at him dead in the eyes. "I'll tell you when I have finally done it. For now, you should go and have a beautiful breakfast date with Andrew … or, a lunch date anyway since it's almost noon."
"It's called brunch Andy," he stated with a chuckle. "Well, you have to tell me when you get back, and no more shortcuts. I want details this time," he commanded seriously, but the teasing glint in his eyes stayed. "Run along now. You are late."
"Yes, sir!" I saluted and turned around military style towards the building, which made Terry burst into a roll of laughter.
In the lobby, Danny was busy with something since her head was down while a phone was stuck on her ear. I wanted to approach her and ask something, but decided against it. So I quickly made my way towards the elevator, hoping she didn't see me gawking her.
The ride up was suffocating as my heart started to beat a little faster than normal. My nerves had gotten the better of me. I didn't know if I could keep a straight face on. From my father's reaction yesterday, I didn't know if I could do it now.
The elevator opened up to my floor without any stops. I felt the tightening on the pit of my stomach, making it turn in pain. I didn't know if it was my nerves or just hunger, but either way, I felt nauseous.
"Andy!" Maggie looked at me in shock as I walked towards my desk.
"Hey, Is Ms. Maxwell in her office?" I asked, unaffected by her surprise.
"Oh! Yes, she has been there since this morning … " she replied, trailing off as she continued to look at me in surprise. "Are you okay?"
I replied with a timid smile before I placed my things on my desk and turned towards Alexandra's office to tell her I had arrived. Maggie didn't say anything, which meant Alexandra had been expecting me.
I knocked on the door twice before I entered. For a second, I wondered where I got my confidence since the butterflies in my stomach hadn't disappeared at all.
"Ms. Maxwell. Can I have a few seconds of your time?" I asked as I entered her office.