Chapter 52- Not So Humble
ZARAH~
Tuesday 19 February 2025, also known as the first day Micheal missed work without an explanation. Every creak of the door made my head swing in its direction hoping it would be him walking in but alas I was always met with the face of one of my coworkers or the interns. Time moved slowly, dragging out the agonizing day as if to punish me for the way I had reacted, I felt guilty for his absence, and putting myself in his shoes I could see how that could’ve really ruined someone’s day.
I didn’t realize how important of a role he played in helping me get through the day but with his sudden absence, it felt like I was drowning in boredom as I waited for time to pass.
I turned my head to the clock, 30 minutes left till I could finally leave this place, I turned my head to his closed office and replayed the scene in my head.
"Fuck me!" I cursed under my breath as I ran my fingers through my wavy hair, I needed to apologize to him, to make up some sort of excuse that wouldn’t only be reasonable but also believable to explain my reaction. It took a while but the long hand of the clock finally landed on twelve. Immediately I rose to my feet tidied up my desk and rushed out saying goodbye to anyone in my path as I hurriedly walked to the elevator. All through the car ride till I got here my mind had been made, I would look him in the eyes and clear it all up but as I stood in front of the door I was reminded of why I had acted the way I did, Nala hadn’t stopped charging up my hormones and boosting every sensation I felt, this suddenly felt like a bad idea but I would push through, I raised my fist and knocked on the door, as I heard the sound of the knock my body immediately went on alert, I turned around to run away before he could come out but I was too late, the doors handle twisted and it opened, he poked his head out and our eyes locked on each other.
"Dina!" He said with surprise as a warm smile curved his lips, immediately I saw him I knew I was in trouble, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and worse of all he was as fit as he looked with tattoos running down from his chest into his pants I could feel my mouth begin to water.
"Hey." I was forced out.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, Suprise still in his voice, I was glad there was space between us cause not only was he shirtless, but he was also dripping, he had just come out of the shower, and I could smell his aftershave and the persistent smell left behind by his bathing soap.