than anything, I need to find a way to get over Kim. The first girl who has broken me.
I’m a thirty-eight-year-old man who has a suitcase full of life experiences, but getting my heart broken has not been one of them. At least I can strike that off my list.
I should have told her how I felt a long time ago. I shouldn’t have kept it to myself. I shouldn’t have wasted so much time. Instead of buying her that diamond necklace, I should have held her close and told her everything.
But I don’t even know if it would have made a difference. I’m pretty sure this whole thing is about Blaire.
I thought Blaire and I were pretty clear about our relationship. We are exes, but we are friends. The last time we spoke, I got the feeling that she didn’t care if Kim and I were together. In fact, she made it sound almost like she would be happy for us if we were.
Did she change her mind? Was she lying to me all along?
All day, I walk around wanting to punch something.
I know my work has been affected by this too. I keep trying to worm my way out of meetings. I don’t spend enough time with clients or researching. When I’m in the office, I keep looking up to see Mike sitting at the desk where Kim used to be and that sends me spinning down another rabbit hole of gloom.
I have been so close to showing up at her apartment again, but I know I shouldn’t. Whatever I am, I am not the kind of man who will force myself on a woman who doesn’t want me.
If Kim has made a decision, then I have no choice but to respect that.
I’m sitting in my office today, staring at my computer screen and hoping something catches my eye. That some of these numbers make sense.
What I really want to do is find those photos of her on social media again. I have to force myself to not fall into that trap.
When I look up, I see Mike getting ready to leave. I didn’t even realize how late it is. I haven’t been paying attention to anything today. He waves at me and I wave back. He’s gone and I’m pretty sure I’m the only one on this floor.
Good. I want to be left alone.
But I’m not alone for very long. A few minutes later, I see a guy walking up to my office door. I’m surprised when he opens it and steps in.
“Kirk Silvers!” he proclaims like he knows me. I’m trying to figure out if we’ve met before. He doesn’t look remotely familiar.
Crew-cut blond hair, buffed up like a gym rat.
“What do you want? Who are you?” I growl. I don’t know how he’s made it past security downstairs without permission to come up.
“I’m here to tell you to keep your paws off my girl,” he responds, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Kim. Kim Waters. You know exactly who I’m talking about.”
His words hit me like a brick wall. Kim is taken? This is her boyfriend? What the actual fuck?
He’s watching me with narrowed eyes as I stand up.
“If Kim has something to say to me, I’m sure she’ll say it herself. She wouldn’t send me her messenger boy.”
He clenches his jaw as he follows my movement with his eyes. I can tell he thinks he’s invincible. Fearless. Maybe he was in high school. He’s one of those guys. But here, he is not. This is my territory, and I want him out.
“Kim doesn’t want you around, do you feel me?” His voice is slithery.
I walk around the desk so I can stand directly in front of him. I’m taller. He flexes his biceps, trying to create the illusion of more strength. This guy has nothing on me and he needs to stop talking about Kim. Even hearing her name coming from him makes my blood boil.
“You need to get the fuck out of here before I throw you out; do you feel me?” I growl.
He narrows his eyes threateningly.
“She’s dumped you, hasn’t she?” he asks.
“Get out. Now. I’m not going to keep giving you chances.”
“You know she came to me last night,” he continues.
I don’t want to fuckin’ hear this.
“She wanted me to make her feel good, and I did. All night long.” A sly smile erupts on his face seconds before I charge at him.
I throw myself at him