Little Nerdy Nightmare

Chapter 11

Jason glares at Mycole but has to take a step back. He awkwardly stays silent for a while before turning around and leaving.

"You didn't have to-," I say, but Mycole cuts me off.

"I had to. You two were going to fall out if I didn't."

He saw it and I kind of felt it too; I was tired of his constant pestering. Some guys just don't understand that no means no.

"Besides, just because I can't have you doesn't mean I can't break the jaw of anyone who tries to disrespect you." He tells me with much indignation, placing a protective arm around my waist.

Yes, Mycole has feelings for me. Over the years, I got to realise I wasn't the only one with the feelings, as he also had mutual feelings towards me. He confessed his feelings for me on the night of my sixteenth birthday, thinking I was already asleep.

Fate made him stay away, but fate couldn't stop his heart from wanting.

Ever since that night, he has said nothing and every time I try to bring up a subject related to it; he changes it or stays silent. When we became a senior in high school, he started dating Talia and soon fell over hill in love with her. I was happy for him, and I moved on to dating other guys.

"Deep in thought?" Mycole's deep voice drags me back into reality.

"Kind of," I murmur, and his eyes glow with interest.

"About what?"

"You can't force me to tell you, neither can you read my thought." I stick my tongue out and teasingly wiggle my eyes at him.

Halfway into the party, I haven't seen the three Js anywhere, but I don't bother. I have already introduced Mycole to some of my coworkers and some invitees and some close partners of the Allen fashion house. Mycole would say nothing, so I did most of the talking and introduction and some businessmen were pleased with his report, which I told them about.

"Four business cards in one night. That's a good sign, don't you think?"

I take two glasses of red wine from the waiter's tray and give one to Mycole.

He collects it. "All thanks to you." He smiles down at me.

I almost smile back when I notice Paris walking in to graze us all with her presence and by her side is Rory, possessively holding her close to himself. She is wearing a one-hand long orange gown with her purse that matches the gown. Her blonde fell on her arm. She's in a pair of red stilettos and although standing at a distance, I can see the red diamond design at work on her shoe. Rory is in a black suit and a navy blue tie, his hair combed to a side and his black shoe complimenting the colour of his coat. His appearance in all is simple but incredibly enticing.

Their presence seems to capture a lot of attention as every eye in the room turns to both her and the man standing beside her.

Paris takes a glass of wine and a steel spoon from a waiter and gently hits it, silencing the little noise around the garden before speaking. "Good evening everyone and thank you for making a date with us. I welcome you to the A.C.H Meet-and-greet party and hope you have a pleasant time here tonight." She begins with a formal smile only Paris can calve out. "We urge you to stop by any of our cosmetic houses around the state and country and grab some of your make-up kits at affordable prices." She finishes up, and the crowd gives her appraising applause.

She moves on to meet some guests that arrived for the party, but Rory doesn't follow her. As much as I try to lay no hold on the memories he left yesterday, I just can't. He hurt me and I hate him for that. His eyes meet mine almost immediately and I see him slightly taken back, and as much as he tries to look formal, the depth of his green eyes keeps betraying him.

"He's Rory, isn't he?"

I nod, lowering my gaze from his. "I need to use the ladies," I tell Mycole, handing him my glass of red wine.

I walk past the guest, and I make my way to the ladies' room.

I stop when I see Jack shoving his tongue in a woman's throat.

Damn the rules!

I walk over to where they are and clear my throat. They don't hear at first, so I clear my throat again and they both pulled away and look at me. I realise the woman is Bianca, a close partner of Paris who is in her late thirties and also a married woman. They awkwardly pull apart and Jack glares at me, but I ignore it.

"What do you think you're doing, Jack?" I demand, with questioning eyes.

"Who is she, Jack?" Catherine asks, with a questioning eye.

I cast a dismissive look at her and she flinches and grabs hold of Jack's arm for support.

"What do you want, Taylor?" He growls, gritting his teeth and trying to restrain himself from snapping.

"I want her gone, Jack."

He turns to hold Catherine's waist gently before placing a deep kiss on her slightly parted mouth.

"I'll come and get you when I'm done, babe, I promise."

She licks her lips and nods before walking away.

Immediately, she's out of sight. Jack takes a deep breath and turns to me. "Okay, I'm going to need you to take like one million steps backwards and stay that way until the party is over."

I choose to ignore that."What are you thinking?! Kissing a woman who you barely just met!"

"She has a hunger I can satisfy." He grins at me.

I can't help but scowl at him. "Don't tell me she's the one who will give you the blow job you've been dreaming of?"

"What if I say yes?" He answers in a husky voice.

"Well, I'd pity you 'cause her husband will have both your balls and d**k hanging by tomorrow morning." I shoot at him angrily.

The grin vanishes from his face instantly and a new emotion settles in fear.

"What?"

"She didn't tell you she's married, did she?"

"f*****g no!" He gasps and fists his hand. "Goddamn! Now I have to go find another lady to sweep off her feet." He grumbles, walking away from me.

"Yea, make sure she isn't married," I tell him, "and twice your age," I mumble to myself.

I spot Josh standing with a pretty girl with glasses in a corner. They both look like they are having a great time. I can't help but smile at how cute they look together. I'll ask her name later.

I enter the bathroom and ease myself; I am also tempted to pour the basin water over my face, and then I realise I have make-up on. Sighing, I grab a tissue and wipe the water from my hand. I tossed it into the trash can, I opening the door and walked out.

I collide with a rigid body and stumble backward, losing my balance. A pair of firm hands catch me and carefully set me on the ground.

"I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

The apology ends halfway as I look up to see Rory's green eyes looking down at me. At his sight, my guard instantly goes up and I pull out of his hold. I suck in a deep and anxious breath as my eyes narrow at the man I've been trying to avoid all night.

I fold my arms over my chest. "What do you want?" I blurt out accusingly.

"Certainly not you." He scowls in a hushed whisper, but I hear it perfectly.

He takes a step backwards and lowers his gaze to the ground. "I came to apologise for the way I treated you yesterday. It was mean and uncalled for."

So you came to apologise after all.

I feel less hurt and a little happy, even though his eyes don't hold any sign of remorse. But does he think it's that easy to forget every horrible thing he said yesterday?

"You don't have to apologise for yesterday, Mr Gate. I already hate you." I sigh effortlessly at the man standing before me.

He lifts his eyes to me and I can see the deep frown that settles. "Look, I only came here to tell you I'm sorry, okay? We have to get along since I'm going to be married to your boss." He tells me in a brittle tone a wicked smirk making its way to his lips, but I can see the truth in his eyes.

I shrug carelessly, my eyes still fixed on his. "Why would you want to get along with a w***e like me?"

He makes a frustrated grunt. "I already apologised, haven't I?"

"With the look that says the exact opposite? Do you even realise how harsh and horrible your words were yesterday? Of course not! 'Cause, you just think every poor person in a classy hotel is a w***e and so they deserve no respect."

He flinches at my words, and the frown on his face vanishes.

"You want my forgiveness? How about I give you a no?"

His face was in horror. "You are as stubborn as Jason says you are."

I let out a sardonic laugh because truly nothing is funny here. "You are a fool if you keep the company of that stupid loser."

"I'm sorry, that's all I'm going to say and if you aren't satisfied, so be it." He finishes and walks away.

"Asshole."

I hiss under my breath. He stops and turns to me.

"What did you just call me?" He furiously demands.

What did I just call him?