"Okay, I'll walk you out," He nodded and gestured towards the door.
It was slightly awkward as we walked out of his office and walked the short distance towards the main door. We didn't say anything to each other. Before steeping out, I turned around to say goodbye, but Jack spoke up before I could.
"Andy, I'm sorry if this sound so intruding, but is it true that William and you are a couple?" he asked seriously, curiosity thick in his voice.
I looked at him with wide eyes. Though I may have expected it, I wasn't sure if he would actually do it.
"No. My god. No, we aren't a thing," I denied as my voice rose at a higher octave.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable by asking," He gave me a small apologetic smile and a slight nod.
"It's alright. This isn't my first, anyway. I'm not saying I'm used to it now."
"Well, then, have a good day. Please visit anytime. It doesn't have to be within store hours," he changed the subject, relieving me from my misery.
"Sure. I'll try," I replied with sincerity and slowly back away from the door.
With one last wave of goodbye, we separated ways as he got back inside. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered how awkward Jack looked when he asked me about my relationship with William. It was like watching my own father's reaction when we talked about dating.
As I reached the bus stop, I was in luck when the bus arrived at the same moment. I sat on one of the chairs in front, which was mostly empty. I reviewed a few things for my next meeting. I was going to a pastry shop to order specialized cupcakes for the event. And on the ride there, I wasn't aware of the black car that was beside the bus. When we reached a red light, the bus stopped beside the black car. I was preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn't realize the window of the car beside me rolling down.
"Hey! Andy!" I faintly heard a voice calling my name.
At first, I didn't bother looking around and assumed that it wasn't me. But when the voice continued to call my name, I was starting to get alarmed and glanced around until I found the source sound.
"Hey! Can you hear me?" William asked. The clear glass window between us muffled his voice.
I stared him for a second before opening my mouth for a reply. Yet as I do so, no words had come out.
"Where are you headed? You can get out. We'll drive you there," he shouted in command.
Behind me, I noticed the people who were inside the bus looked in his direction. I regarded them shyly before looking back at William with an annoyed look.
"Go away. I'm alright here," I mouthed in reply.
"What? I can't hear you!" he shouted even louder as his voice becoming clearer.
"Stop shouting," I mouthed wide and slow, with my eyebrow scrunched together to make my intent clear.
"I really can't hear you!"
"Would you shut up?" This time I didn't hold in my voice and shouted aloud.
William looked at me with his lips pursed, like he was hiding his amusement. Though from his eyes, I knew he was enjoying the moment. "We aren't finished talking!" he shouted. He didn't care who heard our conversation.
My eyes wide grew wide at his words. Did he plan on talking about this in public? I signaled him to shut up, acting out like I was zipping my mouth.
"If you don't get out of the bus at the count of ten, I will scream to these people here about what I really think about you!" he warned at the top of his lungs as he gestured towards the other passengers in the bus, who were still looking at him.
I give the people behind me a quick glance before giving him an annoyed look. "Are you kidding me?" I mouthed in outrage.
He smirked at my expression, unaffected by my anger. I couldn't believe he found the situation funny. And now I'm thinking why the bus hadn't moved an inch. I looked away from him and studied the obstruction in front of us that stopped the flow of traffic. I watched people in an orange vest stood in the middle of the street.
"You know I have time to convince you … " He warned. His face was smug when he knew he was going to win.
With a frustrated sigh, I quickly stood up from my seat and told the bus driver that I was getting off. He looked at me weirdly but didn't question my request. He opened the doors without a second thought. I jumped down from the bus and walked around towards the black car beside it. The back passenger door was already opened before I got there.
"Good choice. But I would have loved that you stayed stubborn and allowed me to shout my confession and apology with sincerity. It would have been a great revenge for you," William said as I got in the car.
"Yeah, that would have been a good plan except I would also be embarrassed in the process," I countered in clenched teeth as I try to distance myself from him.
"So, you still won't forgive me for the betting thing?" he asked after a short pause when I remain distant to him.
"I'm thinking about it … " I whispered in reply and looked out the window.
"Uhm … " he said in understanding, as he remained silent.
After the obstruction in the road cleared, I told Mark, who was driving as always, the location of my next appointment. The drive was short and very suffocating. I thought it was my fault the dark atmosphere. William had tried to start a friendly conversation but I just had to ruin it. I couldn't look at him straight in the eyes without feeling hurt and sad.
The car slowed down as we finally reached my next meeting. When Mark parked the car in front of the pastry shop. I was about to say goodbye but he had his back to me as he opened the door on his side of the car. I studied his actions for a second before it settled in.
"Where are you going? You're not going in there with me," I asked in frustration, as I remain rigid in my seat.
"I'm the employer. You can't say whether I can or cannot meet the people who I'm going to hire for this event," he stated in a professional manner.
I snorted at his arrogance and felt familiar towards his actions. It was a side of William that I knew well enough, which wasn't voluntary. I opened the door on my side and quickly got out. I didn't even bother to give William another look.
I marched towards the pastry shop without waiting for him. As I entered, I notice his long strides to catch up to me. I went straight to business and asked the attending staff about my appointment. She was very welcoming as she asked me to wait while she called her boss. By this time, William had entered the shop and quickly made his way beside me.
"So, why are we here again?" he whispered to me in question as he leaned slightly to my ear.
I glanced up and moved away from his close proximity. "I'm here to make an order for cupcakes and maybe a cake for this Saturday," I replied swiftly, emphasizing on the ‘I'm'.
"Okay, you only have to place an order and be done with it," He nodded in understanding and stated to himself.
"Ms. Maxwell wanted to have the cupcake and the cake customized for the event," I explained in context, feeling a little heated up. The annoyed feeling hadn't evaporated one bit since he showed up.
"Oh! Mr. Maxwell! I don't know you were coming here personally!" Suddenly, a young-looking, blonde haired girl interrupted our short staring contest. She jumped out of nowhere and made her way towards William and looped her arms around him.
Startled at her sense of familiarity, I watched her with wide eyes, as she talked to William with a seductive tone. Was it my own imagination to hear a flirtatious tone in her voice?
"Miriam, how have you been?" William asked softly as he stood his ground, looking unaffected by her sudden greeting.
"I'm doing well, thank you," she beamed in reply. "So, why are you here?" she continued, getting straight to the point.
"Andy and I are here to order some cupcakes," he replied with a small smile as he glanced at me for a second before looking back at the girl.
"Oh! Hi! I didn't see you there … " she silently apologized and offered her free hand to me, leaving her looped arms in William's. "I'm Miriam Dowell, co-owner and manager of Just Sweets."
"Andy Peterson, I'm Ms. Maxwell's secretary," I started softly as I accepted her hand and shook it lightly.
" … And, she's my girlfriend," William interjected confidently, making me turned towards him in surprise.
What the … ?
Thirty-Nine
What the … ?
"What are you talking … ?" I started but was cut off when William bumped his hips to mine as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
He took a step back from the girl's hold and leaned on me. "So, where shall we do this?" he asked her in his business tone and tightened his arm on my waist.
At that moment, I couldn't grasp the anger that slowly consumed me. Who the hell did he think he is? And what was he trying to pull?
When Miriam stepped away from William and gestured towards the way to her office, I took this time to act out. I elbowed him right on the stomach and walked ahead. Behind me, I heard him grunt in pain.