1 Chapter One.

The emotions that I have been feeling since I was locked up with him in here was overwhelming. For the first time in after five years, I was seeing him physically for the first time. He was on magazines and in the news papers for solving the most difficult cases. We used to be inseparable. We were each others confidante in all things. He looked more handsome and sexy. He was a beautiful creation that I had been in love with for some time. No more. No matter what happens here, I will not subject myself to having something to do aside friendship because loving him or hating him drains me. And I am not ready for being unstable emotionally again.

"Why did you have to go and kiss him?" He asked me looking all judgmental and shit. Like he had the right to judge me. Like he knew what was going on in my head at that moment. Wasn't it his fault? He was being an asshole and there is no way I was going to talk to him even if hell froze over. He is the biggest asshole I have ever met. He didn't stop to ask why and after half a decade he is now asking for answers?

'You don't want to answer me.' He said and chuckled. 'Wow! This is rich. After 5 years and you are still the same. Using silence as a defence mechanism.' He said with disgust in his every word. 'Babe, you know I don't like to have to answer a lot of questions and especially on an empty stomach. Why don't you order food and let's put the romantic setting that our friends did to good use?' I ask with a smile on my face. 'How the hell am I supposed to do that when they have our phones? And besides itil is just one question I asked. Surely you can answer that without having food in your stomach right?'

'Well, for the best PI, you sure do not have a sharp eye.' I say and walk to the mini fridge to pour myself some juice. 'For someone who hates me, you sure do love to keep tabs on me.' He taunts. 'Sorry to burst you bubble love, I do not keep tabs on you. I happen to have a friend that loves magazines and law enforcement agencies and happens to be a fun of yours. I am forced to seeing you on the magazines that she likes to leave in my office.'

'Blame it on the friend. Shall we?' He keeps taunting. 'By the way, you didn't answer me.' He says looking at me like I just landed from Mars. 'My love, I answer that question and a whole lot follows. Can you just order the food and make it double for me since I'm not eating for just myself?' I ask with a sardonic smile on my face. 'How are you not eating for yourself? You can't be pregnant. You have not had a lover for some time now.'

'Wow! Now who is keeping the tabs? Any way, kindly take the phone on the nightstand and get us some food then, we can sit and solve this.' He goes for the phone and makes a call to God knows who and ordered my food. 'Oh great. He remembers my favourite food.' I mutter. 'Excuse me?' He asks. ' oh it us nothing. Forget about it. I'm going to lie down to wait for the food.'

If I stand there for any longer I'm going to loose my shit and hug the life out of him. He remembered. Meaning he never forgot about me. I do not want to raise my hopes up. I mentally scold myself and go back to the bed to lie down.