Laura
I spent the entire weekend working on the project, I barely ate, and I went to sleep at around 4 am to wake up at 6 am, have some coffee, and go back to work, but no matter how much I applied myself and gave my all, I should recognize that the work I was doing had lost its essence. It no longer belonged as a work worthy of a brand as decorated as Nemesis, so I had to recognize that it was a lost cause.
I sighed in frustration, looking at the ceiling of the apartment where I was. I had given up spending time with my daughter that weekend to finish this damn job, and it still wasn’t going as planned, and everything was Jason’s fault. Furthermore, I hated him, but I had to admit it and give in, I had to please that man if I wanted to be
successful in this project.
I got up from the couch and went to the balcony to get some air while my thoughts were in an agitated whirlwind Would I have to kiss him? Well, if I wanted that project to be successful, yes. I sighed with my hand on my forehead and left the porch. I was so reluctant, with a huge fear that if I kissed him, the kiss would open a huge crack in the armor I had built all these years around my heart and make me.
crumble.
What if I like him again? I still liked it, but no one knew except Ava, because I was pretending that I didn’t even want to see it painted, but that task was becoming increasingly difficult for me. My God, that cologne from Jason… he hadn’t changed it, since college. I loved laying my face on his chest and inhaling his essence, it made me calm and protected, in addition to the fact that it made me want him more and
more.
“Argh, Jason. Get out of my head, you asshole!” I said to myself, exasperated, and I went to take a cold shower to see if it would relax my muscles.
After showering, I stood in front of the mirror, drying my hair. I stared at my
reflection, now having the coldest and most controlled thoughts. “Why are your punishing yourself so much, Laura?” I asked myself. Why was I suffering so much? It was just a kiss, right? Jason just wanted a kiss, and everything would be resolved. I
didn’t like the idea of him being so in control of my work, but he was the owner, and there was nothing I could do about it, so why was I beating myself up so much when Jason had already given me the solution to the problem?
It was Sunday afternoon, I was tired, and my back and shoulders hurt from editing those damn banners. It was time for me to do the right thing for the Nemesis team, who were eagerly awaiting the completion of the advertisements; for my daughter, who was suffering away from me this weekend; and for myself, who was suffering so much for nothing. Likewise, if it were just a kiss, I would be able to do that
without my legs shaking.
I picked up my cell phone and called Terence while I went to open my suitcase and choose my best dress, I could be going straight to hell, but I was going to go dressed
to the nines.
“Hey, empowered woman. How are you?” Terence complimented me as soon as he
answered.
“I liked the nickname. I’m going to use it,” I said, smiling.
“It suits you, girl,” he said with a chuckle. “So, what can Terence help you with today?
“I wanted to know where Jason Davies is living,” I asked as I picked out appropriate
shoes.
“He’s living in the mansion in Manhattan. He moved back there a few years ago,” he
said.
“He moved back? Wasn’t he living there anymore?” The mansion in Manhattan was
the house where I lived with Jason for the entire five years we were married.
“There was a whole mess involving Kendall and stuff, they had to get out of there,
but he came back.”
“Is he living there alone?”
“I think so, he must be alone. Why the question? Do you want to go see him today?”
He asks, curious.
“Yes, I do. I have a matter to discuss with him,” I replied, leaving my cell phone on