Final Wishes..

Michael

"Antonio said to drop some files off for you. I knocked, but got no reply—"

"So you decided to enter the room without permission?" I asked,

She shifted uncomfortably, her words seemingly clung to the roof of her throat. Hesitantly, she answered.. "I... the door was open, so I thought it was okay to come in."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Even if the door is open, it doesn't give you the right to enter without permission. Did you stop to wonder for a second that I might be naked?"

She stammered, "I didn't think—"

I cut her off, my tone sharper. "It's not about what you think. You should have waited outside until you're given permission to enter."

"I'm sorry.." She whispered before lowering her head in apology.

"It's fine. What did you want?" I asked before letting out a sigh of exhaustion. I pushed past her and immediately tossed aside my tie. She watched me with keen interest, her eyes following my every moment as I steadily undressed. "I'm waiting..."

She finally broke out of her trance. Gulping loudly and anxiously, she pointed to the desk, "Antonio said to hand these files to you." She moved forward and picked them from the table before walking forward to give them to me. It was probably the rundown of everything that had happened during the just concluded meeting, and not something of great importance.

I took the papers from her and tossed them aside nonchalantly. Even though the lady before me seemed innocent and looked like she wouldn't be able to hurt a fly, I couldn't help but think that she was in some sort of partnership with Antonio. Or maybe it was just me being unnecessarily paranoid.

"You're Antonio's new secretary, aren't you? Tell me what your name is." I demanded silkily, my eyes fixed on her shy ones.

"Amelie, Amelie Forrester." She answered formally before flashing me a friendly smile. She was a good friend of Sylvie, but I never really showed any interest in her. She always greeted me every morning, but many employees did the same everyday as well. She seemed like the type that loved attention, especially from influential figures, and I could tell from my countless run-ins with her.

"Thank you for dropping off these papers Amelie. You may leave now." I dismissed and she lowered her head in obedience before turning and leaving the room. I rushed forward and locked the door behind her, I could not risk another person walking in without permission only to blame it on an open door.

After locking the door, I collapsed onto my bed and breathed out a sigh of exhaustion. The weight of the misunderstanding filled my thoughts as I lay on the bed. I had let my emotions get the better of me, and now I was here battling with my thoughts. The subtle disappointment in her eyes hadn't escaped my notice, and now, the realization of my own misjudgment gnawed at me.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity as I replayed the scene in my mind. I knew I needed to make things right, to apologize for jumping to conclusions without thinking about her words and what she was going through. I rose from my bed occasionally, and soon would fall back to its comfort while contemplating on whether I should or should not walk to her room and apologize.

Eventually, the guilt became too much to bear, and I decided that an apology was necessary. I needed to acknowledge my mistakes and mend things with her before the little rift between us grew even more. I loved her company, I enjoyed how free she was with me, and I honestly didn't want to ruin the little relationship I'd built with her.

With newfound resolve, I got up from my bed and headed to Sylvie's room. Steadily, I crafted an apology in my head. It wasn't my first time saying sorry, but it wasn't something I did often. Most times I was the one getting apologized to, and it made me somewhat bad at apologizing.

As I approached her door, my steps slowed. Doubt crept in. What if she brushed off the apology, thinking it unnecessary? It was definitely something Sylvie could do. To her it might look like she was doing me a favor, but for someone who had worked hard to come up with an apology, it was definitely going to hurt. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I was the man here. I didn't want to refer to Sylvie as a people's pleaser, but she definitely had some traits that suggested that she was indeed a people's pleaser.

I knocked gently, waiting for her reply, but none came. I hesitated, unsure if I should enter or not. I didn't want to look like a hypocrite who couldn't even keep to my own words, but a part of me felt that she might be hurting, so I entered the room without her permission.

The curtains were drawn, and the lights were all turned off, all provided an atmosphere for passion and tension. I had barely taken a step when My eyes widened as I saw Sylvie naked and wrapped up beneath Antonio, a sight that rendered that I wished I had never beheld.

My mind struggled to process the scene before me, and I froze on the spot. I wanted to retreat, to pretend I hadn't witnessed what I just had, but my feet felt rooted to the floor.

After five whole seconds of standing there with my mouth agape, Sylvie's eyes met mine, and they widened with shock. Antonio had also taken note of my presence, and unlike Sylvie, his expression shifted from pleasure to discomfort.

The room fell into an awkward silence, and the apology I had rehearsed faded from my mind.

"Excuse me..." I managed to squeeze out before turning and leaving the room. I heard Sylvie call out my name, but I ignored her and returned to my room. I tried to convince myself that she didn't owe me any explanations, and that I couldn't hold anything against her since we weren't lovers, but none of that worked. I had done the absolute best to convince myself that Sylvie was the one, but it seemed that I was mistaken. It was painful to admit, but at this rate, I might never grant my mother her final wish.