JUST FOR HIS CHILD

Chapter Three

It has been a week since the incident with Nicholas and I am still sulking, however, determined to move forward.

After that very eventful night with the stranger, I had called Sophia to pick me up and I guess she already knew that I don’t want to talk about it at the moment, so she gave me space.

I knew she couldn’t hold it for a long time, to not ask me what was going on, so I tried my best to enjoy the comfort I got from her not interrogating me.

But later that day, she got me to spill what happened, and it only took the grace of God to calm her down so she wouldn’t walk up to Nicholas’s door to burn it down.

My best friend can be crazy, and that is one reason I am so grateful to her.

I have made up my mind to get past everything that happened and bury myself at work to make me forget. At least for a while.

I guess getting over Nicholas was a piece of icing on a cake, but trying to forget the blue-eyed guy from that night was like a hassle.

It gave me sleepless nights anytime I try to lay my head on my pillow to rest.

It was like he was meant to torment me every single day when even Sophia wouldn’t desist from teasing me with him, of course, while also trying to let me know that I deserve the best things in the world and not someone like Nicholas.

She is the most supportive person I know.

It’s just weird how about a week ago, after the experience at Nicholas’ house, it felt like I have completely lost the will to live, but everything changed in one night and got replaced with the thoughts of a certain blue-eyed man.

I am not even sure if it was just my imagination or reality.

It is a Tuesday today, and I have decided to stay back at home and enjoy the day with Sophia, who had her day off today.

Surprisingly, her day off does not really seem like it as she keeps attending to clients virtually, on behalf of the company, leaving me to vent my disagreement with her on my laptop, working on a random design I came up with overnight.

A few times, our eyes will meet and she will smile and mouth a “sorry” to me while I will just roll my eyes in response.

It got on my nerve real bad. I was hoping for some me time with her and especially to share my problems with her and know what her thoughts on it would be.

“Yes. Thank you for choosing us. We assure you a proper management of your company’s funds all through your partnership with the company,” she gave her closing reply, her eyes alternating between the screen of her laptop and my eyes.

I burst into laughter when I was sure she had ended the call.

My friend stood up, and I couldn’t hold it in.

There she was, all suited up on the upper part of her body, but she was still on her pajamas pants.

“Don’t laugh at me, Jenna. I thought you were mad,” she said, giving me a funny disapproving look.

“I am. Really. I took today off work so that I can keep you company and you decided to be a sly and work while I feel useless her,” I complained mockingly.

“But we aren’t mad anymore, are we?” she said, taking off her suit and shirt and tossing them on the pressing board.

“Just say sorry. Is that so difficult to say?”

She fell on the bed beside me and I took a brief look at her, shaking my head sideways.

She works too hard.

I put my laptop on the bedside table and slump beside her, both of us staring up at the ceiling.

“How have you been coping?” she asked with a husky voice.

There was a moment of brief silence.

I knew what to say, but the thought of everything that has befallen me overwhelmed me.

“I have been coping, I guess,” I replied in a low tone, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“I know”.

“Just this thought of those blue eyes, staring deep into my soul that still keeps me up at night,” I said after a little of hesitation.

It earned a chuckle from her, and I nudged her with my elbow.

It is not an issue that should get laughed off like that.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I just feel like the more I try to stop thinking about it, the more the thought of him keeps coming. I don’t think that is what I want for myself right now. That night was a mistake.”

“Don’t say that. I’d rather prefer you being this way over a stranger than being insane because of that asshole”.

I smiled.

She is too protective of me and I like her.

Of course, I would do the same for her, too.

“Jenna, if you ask me, I will tell you that you should stop thinking about others and get a life now. Don’t just bottle your emotions within you like that and decide to get over it by burying yourself into work. You know I don’t like it.”

I turned to look at her, and she turned to face me, too.

She has this worried look on her face and I used my left hand to brush down her face, removing the strand of hair from it.

“I hate that I make you worry,” I said.

“Then stop making me worried and just be selfish for once. It took the grace of God for me not to call mum and report yo all week because I didn’t want you to go through unnecessary attention,”

I nodded my head, smiling, “thank you”.

Almost immediately, my phone beeped a notification tone, and I picked it to check what it was.

It was an email from New View and they sent me the text to inform e that my application to design the headquarters’s interior has gotten accepted and I should come in for a brief meeting with the board.

It was as if Sophia and I were waiting for who would scream first as we both look into each other’s eyes, followed by a loud scream.

“Are you sure that is New Views? Like the real one?”

“I think so. It’s their official email,” I replied, almost as if I was out of breath.

“This is huge, Jenna. We should celebrate,” she screamed, getting off the bed with as speed as she dashed out of the room.

Trying so hard to believe it, I reread the email again.

It was too good to be true.

A big company like that found me worthy of redecorating their office. That is like a whole new height for my brand.

I already started imagining myself in their office tomorrow, in the boardroom, signing the agreement form.

Then it suddenly occurred to me. That is where Nicholas works.

My shoulder slumps and the phone in my hand dropped.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Sophia’s voice behind me.

“It is where Nicholas works at,” I replied in a low and sober tone.

“I know, and what if he works there? Get a life girl.”