Business by day, Romance by flight

Chapter 8

Tiffany’s POV

Tuesday - 3rd December 2025, Sydney.

Tyson was really not impressed when I did pull up out the front of his place and practically kicked him out of the car. He really wasn't happy. But like hell I was going near him in that way. He reeked. Not only could I smell women’s perfume on his clothes, but I could also smell alcohol and s*x. Plus a bruise on his collar bone that looked like a hickey. I was pretty sure now that he has been cheating on me. If only I could really catch him in the act.

I walked into my apartment building, sighing as I went. But I knew what I had to do. I walked up to the main office on the bottom floor. Thankfully Ray and Ivy, two of the main receptionists were still on, and both of them were pretty good friends.

“Hi Ivy, hi Ray”. I called walking towards them. They looked up and gave a wave.

“Hi Tiff, how was dinner with your parents”. Ivy said. I’d seen her before I left.

“It was fine. But I really need a favour”. They both looked at me worriedly.

“What’s up Tiff, you ok?” Ray said concerned. I shrugged.

“I’m at least ninety-nine percent sure that Tyson is cheating on me. So I really need you to revoke his access to my apartment please. Otherwise I might not find anything left by the time I get home”. Ivy gasped. And Ray just shook his head in annoyance. These two here are secretly a couple.

“That’s unacceptable Tiffany, I’m so sorry. We will do everything we can to keep an eye on your place while your away. If that poser shows up here, I’ll be sure to kick him out and let you know. I’ll keep an eye out for his s**t too”. Ivy said, she was fuming as she started tapping away on her computer. In a few moments she was finished.

“Done, and I placed a big red flag warning on it, so if anyone else looks it up they should get hit in the face with it and know to boot him to the curb, this will also stop his access to the elevator.” Ivy seemed very satisfied with her work. I giggled.

“Thanks Ivy, are you sure you don’t mind checking on my plants and watering them for me every couple of days”. The girl just laughed and shook her head.

“Of cause I don’t mind. Hell we have known each other for years, besides its our job anyways. If I can’t do it though, is it ok if Ray does it for me”. I nodded, I trusted these two.

“Thats fine, I would be very grateful to you both”. They nodded. We talked for a little longer about how they have been going and Ivy raved on about their last date. I eventually excused myself and went up to my room. I had started packing a suitcase, but I was more in a procrastinating mood. I knew it had to be done. I really didn’t want to have to rush in the morning. So I settled for a half hour soak in the tub, with my favourite playlist playing, followed by a quick shower, and PJs. After that I stood in my walk-in and eyed the hanging racks and draws of clothes. I had my clothes already organised in pre-sets, so I picked out a half dozen different professional sets, a couple of dresses, some winter gear, nothing heavy just long pants, jeans and a couple of jumpers. A pair of dress shoes, sandshoes and slippers. Since I didn’t really have any idea as to where we were going or doing, I was not sure what I really needed. But figured if I needed anything else, I could hopefully get it while I was there, wherever that was. I sighed. It would have been nice to get some more notice or not to have gone at all. I took a seat on the little stool that inhabited the corner of my walk-in. I was scared, I really wasn't sure about being with Cain all that time. A part of me just could never get over him, thats possibly why I could never find a decent relationship. This could turn out to be one really big mistake. Yet a part of me was a stupid i***t, and wanted to know what he had in store for me. I’m seriously just a fool, a sucker for punishment. But hell what do I have to loose, what’s one more broken heart.

I can’t deny that I still love him, he was my best friend, my childhood sweetheart. Seeing him again, no matter how hard I try to deny it; it made me…

I shook my head, hanging my head in my hands. I really am a fool. I could feel tears. I’d like to think that I could hate him, he left me so easily without so much as an ounce of acknowledgement for seven years for gods sake, why can I feel like this still. I thought back to our time on Greta’s patio swing. Having him so close, I tried hard to hide the way it made me truely feel. His scent was fantastic, his touch, even just on my shoulder made it hard to breath. Then there was that embrace, having his face so close to mine, as much as I was shocked by the approach, a part of me was hoping that kiss hadn’t been on my forehead. I started laughing in disbelief, hell I really wanted to kick myself now. Or chuck a tantrum, I really needed to punch something. I looked at my smart watch. Hell it was only eleven pm, maybe I could hit the gym and let off some steam.

I made up my mind, changing into a gym set, and throwing a set in the suitcase, with some underwear, and bra sets. I’ll finish it after. Hopefully I can remember what else I need when my brain is a little more cooperative. I left my apartment and headed down to the GYM floor. The place was empty, just how I liked it. I grabbed some gloves and started going to town on a punching bag. I let every ounce 0f feelings I had out on that one bag. I used just about every martial arts move I knew on it. I had done taekwondo for a few years. I made it to a second dan black belt but life took over, and I just never made the time for more training. By the time I was finished and exhausted I really needed another shower. My heart was racing and my thoughts were slightly clearer. I looked at my reflection in a mirror that was adjacent to me.

I would just see how things went, if anything sparks well so be it, but I’m not just giving him my heart again, he can b****y work for it. I’m not going to loose myself, because at the end of the day, when he left there was only one person who could pick up the pieces 0f my heart, and that was me. I am who I am, take it or leave it.

I chuckled to myself. To think, my current boyfriend is cheating on me, and here I am more worried about an ex. We aren’t much better than each other, only difference is, I haven't been s*****ng him behind Tyson’s back. Oh well it’ll be over soon. I will stay loyal to him until then. It’s not his fault that my feelings have never truely been with him, maybe thats why he followed this path. Maybe its been my fault all this time, this could be why none of my relationships ever worked.

Streaking a hand through my hair, I got caught up in my braid. Shaking my hand free frustratedly, I stood. It was time I went back to my apartment and faced the facts. I was just going to take one day at a time, only then will I know what the future holds for the two of us.