me if I feel angry about you bringing me into an uncertain situation, provided me with no heads-up, background or anything. I handled that bombshell the best way I could and put on a hell-of-a performance. After all of that, you thought it would be wise to stalk me down to my friend’s house, in the midst of me going through some personal things and proceed to reprimand me about the way I behaved at dinner. Silly me, I was under the impression that you were trying to start a relationship with me, not throw me in the water to fend for myself.”
Joshua remained in the same place he stopped; legs shoulder width length apart, with a stoic look replacing his earlier scowl. He chose that moment to provide clarification.
“My ex-wife, not wife.” He retorted.
Before I knew it, my hand came across the right side of his face. I could not believe it myself, as I had never slapped anyone a day in life. Joshua’s face turned crimson. His cheek carried my embedded hand print, with clear evidence of my fingertips. There would be no bouncing back from this for either of us. I was D.O.N.E. with this man and after what I just did, I’m sure he would be done with me as well.
“I, uh,” I stammered. “I’m sorry.”
I looked at my hand and brought it down. Elliot came busting in the door, looking around the room to take in the scene. I must have slapped him pretty hard, because Elliot looked at my face, then Joshua’s, who had a red hand-print across his face. That would bruise. Oh shit. Joshua was still stunned, but seemed to be considering what just happened. Elliot quickly came to my side, I assume just in case Joshua wanted to retaliate and smack the hell out of me.
“No, um,” Joshua looked down. “I’m the one that is sorry.”
I stared at him.
“You are right. I was out of line. I wasn’t thinking about you or your feelings, I was just looking at a means to an end. I was trying to get her out my life, so that I could be in yours. I didn’t think it through and I hurt you.” He looked up at me and asked, “Could you ever forgive me?”
I continued to stare at him. I didn’t even know what to say, to think or do.
Elliot came to my defense and said, “Hey, maybe you both should chill for a couple of days and talk about this when you have calmed down.”
Joshua looked at Elliot, like he just saw him for the first time and said, “Uh, yeah. I think you are right. I’m sorry to have barged in on you like this.” He turned to me and said, “Can we talk in a couple of days?”
I didn’t say anything in return.
“Just so I can check on you. I never meant to hurt you like this. I,” he shook his head, “um, I’ll try you in a couple of days. I hope we can talk. Please.”
He looked at me again, while I stared through him. He turned and left. Elliot was saying something to me, but I didn’t hear it. He was guiding me back to the bed, where I curled into the fetal position and shut my eyes. I heard more whispering, but I was soon asleep.
Chapter 11: Finally
SAMANTHA:
The next day, I worked from home. This wasn’t a good idea, since we had the Kelly International deal starting next week, but that is why I had a Vice-President. Vicki could hold down the fort on site. I answered emails and texts, but I honestly couldn’t go to work feeling this way and be of any use to anyone. Vicki told me that a huge bouquet of flowers came, along with edible arrangements for me, from a JKelly. I told her it was for the office, so put it in the lounge. She pointed out the ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me’ wasn’t for the office. I told her to throw that in the trash. Around 2 PM, a knock came on my door and there was a delivery guy with a big bouquet of flowers and edible arrangements. I refused them, but the guy said he couldn’t take them back because it would go down as a no-show, so I told him to leave them outside the door, I didn’t want him to get into trouble or more stuff to come back. He consented
Joshua remained in the same place he stopped; legs shoulder width length apart, with a stoic look replacing his earlier scowl. He chose that moment to provide clarification.
“My ex-wife, not wife.” He retorted.
Before I knew it, my hand came across the right side of his face. I could not believe it myself, as I had never slapped anyone a day in life. Joshua’s face turned crimson. His cheek carried my embedded hand print, with clear evidence of my fingertips. There would be no bouncing back from this for either of us. I was D.O.N.E. with this man and after what I just did, I’m sure he would be done with me as well.
“I, uh,” I stammered. “I’m sorry.”
I looked at my hand and brought it down. Elliot came busting in the door, looking around the room to take in the scene. I must have slapped him pretty hard, because Elliot looked at my face, then Joshua’s, who had a red hand-print across his face. That would bruise. Oh shit. Joshua was still stunned, but seemed to be considering what just happened. Elliot quickly came to my side, I assume just in case Joshua wanted to retaliate and smack the hell out of me.
“No, um,” Joshua looked down. “I’m the one that is sorry.”
I stared at him.
“You are right. I was out of line. I wasn’t thinking about you or your feelings, I was just looking at a means to an end. I was trying to get her out my life, so that I could be in yours. I didn’t think it through and I hurt you.” He looked up at me and asked, “Could you ever forgive me?”
I continued to stare at him. I didn’t even know what to say, to think or do.
Elliot came to my defense and said, “Hey, maybe you both should chill for a couple of days and talk about this when you have calmed down.”
Joshua looked at Elliot, like he just saw him for the first time and said, “Uh, yeah. I think you are right. I’m sorry to have barged in on you like this.” He turned to me and said, “Can we talk in a couple of days?”
I didn’t say anything in return.
“Just so I can check on you. I never meant to hurt you like this. I,” he shook his head, “um, I’ll try you in a couple of days. I hope we can talk. Please.”
He looked at me again, while I stared through him. He turned and left. Elliot was saying something to me, but I didn’t hear it. He was guiding me back to the bed, where I curled into the fetal position and shut my eyes. I heard more whispering, but I was soon asleep.
Chapter 11: Finally
SAMANTHA:
The next day, I worked from home. This wasn’t a good idea, since we had the Kelly International deal starting next week, but that is why I had a Vice-President. Vicki could hold down the fort on site. I answered emails and texts, but I honestly couldn’t go to work feeling this way and be of any use to anyone. Vicki told me that a huge bouquet of flowers came, along with edible arrangements for me, from a JKelly. I told her it was for the office, so put it in the lounge. She pointed out the ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me’ wasn’t for the office. I told her to throw that in the trash. Around 2 PM, a knock came on my door and there was a delivery guy with a big bouquet of flowers and edible arrangements. I refused them, but the guy said he couldn’t take them back because it would go down as a no-show, so I told him to leave them outside the door, I didn’t want him to get into trouble or more stuff to come back. He consented
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