Her

Days finally became weeks and weeks months. It's been 2 months since Lyn and I met and she hasn't returned since the day she left. A part of me wished I could see her once more and apologize to her....hoping she'd accept the job back. The other part was happy she left and I fwd myself with that thought that she was wrong and I was right. I'm always right. I thought. Maybe I should give another week of waiting to see if she returns.

She'd definitely return. I say while staring at my reflection in the mirror as I take my fingers through my hair. I hold my jaw with my index finger and thumb and checked myself out in the mirror. I had this perfect face for a guy....a well chiseled one with arched brows and lips that had a darker tint of pink. Perfect hairs....don't know what type of hair I have.

"I mean which girl won't return after leaving me? I'm Soo perfect". I say to myself aloud.

I shove the thought of her never returning aside and start to brush my teeth. After a while I'm done and I walk into the shower.

The water fell on my skin as I kept thinking of her and remembering her face. I couldn't get her off my mind. I step out of the shower and wring out water from my hair drying it with a towel and I dry myself too.

I apply lotions and oil my hair then I rake my finger through it while giving myself a last long stare in the mirror and then I hop into my grey pants. And then I walk over to the bed.

my phone buzzes on the table drawing my attention towards it. For a while I forgot I have a phone. I walk towards the table and pick up the phone. I got an anonymous text...but through the message it conveyed I already knew whom it was. I was so happy.

'Heyo arrogant asshole. It's me! I bet you know already. I'm 2 months pregnant for ya'.

That was the message. I'm so happy not because of the baby that's coming but cause I finally heard from her after so many months.

And why'd she keep the baby? I thought to myself as that would be a huge barrier to her job.

I tap the text button and my keyboard pops up.

"Really nice to hear from you after a couple of months baby. Since you're pregnant...you might as well consider coming over...although getting you pregnant or rather you getting yourself pregnant isn't good news to me". I text back.

"Ew, no. I'm fine where I am". She texts back.

"Please?🥺" I text.

"If only that came from you".

"It did"

"No thanks but I'm not coming over". She texts.

"Hangout?" I text back.

"Ring me asshole!" She texts.

I didn't even know how she got my digits cos I never gave it to her.

I ring her phone and she picks up.

"Hangout?" I say.

"Weirdo. Who starts a conversation with "Hangouts?""

"I do". I say.

"Just so weird. I'm sorry but no...my schedule's tight.... weekend's packed up". She says and hangs up.

"Did she ju..." I say and stare at my phone.

I try ringing her again but she doesn't pick. She's trynna beat me at my own game....I thought. I do these...not someone else doing it to me. It's my life.

And why'd she even get pregnant? I sulk. Now I've to marry her as I can't abandon or abort my child🤦. And come to think of it I'm not yet ready for this.

"5 Robert street". She texts.

I get my keys and head towards the door and hold on to the door knob when I pause.

She can't ask me to come. I ask her to come.

"Leo's 🍕". I text her and walk out of the room.

I hop into my royal blue Lamborghini and turn it on and speed off to Leo's 🍕.

"Can't come". She texts back and I stop the car.

"Not coming to you either". I texted back.

"And why's that?"

"I'm sick and can't come".

"But you can drive to Leo's 🍕? 🤨🤔🧐"

"My driver's taking me there. I'm not driving"

"Same thing! You're still gonna leave the hotel"

"Come see me then"

"I'm crippled"

Urrrrggghhh 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️does she have to be so stubborn and difficult?!🤦🏻‍♂️.

"Lies. Make your way here".

"Lies. Make yours here cos I know you're not sick".

If we keep arguing about who meets who....we'd end up not meeting each other at all.

I try calling her but she doesn't answer the call.

"Why don't you ever answer your phone?"

"I've practically nothing to discuss with you over the phone"

"Of course you do! We've to talk this over"

"We're talking"

"I mean over the phone. On call"

"Nope"

"Alright then you do whatever you want!" I text and drop my phone on the seat beside me and reverse and head back to my house, sulking that for the first time in my entire life I wasn't able to win a girl over with my wealth and looks🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️. It's really paralyzing.

I get home and fling the door open and I walk right in. Kicking my shoes off my legs when I step into my room, I take off my clothes and hang them. I sit at the edge of my bed sulking.

My phone starts to ring. I pick it up and look at the caller...it's Hermione (pronounced as Harmony or more still Hermoni). Hermione's my best friend. I drop the phone back on the bed and watch it ring till it drops. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

Just then my phone rings again...it's Hermione.

She won't just give up, would she? I thought to myself. Hermione's that one person who'd ring you till you answer your damn phone. Switch it off, she'd call with the landline. Don't answer the landline, she'd ring you when she feels your phone's on. She'd ring you till you get irritated by the continuous ringing of your phone. So, all the chances were never. She wouldn't quit ringing me till I answer. For the 5th time my phone's ringing and it's still Hermione.

I answer it and stay quiet till she speaks up.

"Why don't you ever answer your phone Jason?!"

She asks but I don't even answer. I shut my eyes.

"Jason?!"

Silence.

"Miniel Jason Bernard!" She screams on the phone.

Always calling me like my mom.

"Carrell Hermione Skylar". I reply

"You've been on the phone all along?!"

"Now's not a good time Skylar". I say and hang up.

I put my phone on flight mode cos I know she'd definitely call back.

I grab a bottle of whiskey and pour it into a wine glass, sipping it as I recall every damn thing. I tap my fingers on the glass table as I think of how much of an asshole I've been to that gender. I suppose I judge them all equally cos of their gender...which isn't supposed to be...Marvlyn taught me that.

I get up from the bed with the empty bottle of whiskey in my arms and the glass in the other and I rinse the glass and tumble dry it on the rack, then I toss the empty bottle of whiskey into the trashcan.

I walk back to my room.

I'm a mess. I lay on my bed trying to get some sleep but I couldn't sleep knowing how much of a dickhead I was to her.

But she's just a hooker. I thought aloud.

I turn off the lights and force sleep myself.

Blackout