Chapter 9 Nine

Caleb

I was furious at this point Wasn't she the one begging me to calm down the other day, why was she now behaving like it don't matter anymore I brought out my phone and typed frantically. WE NEED TO TALK I watched her walk in with him and waited for her to sit before pressing send, while staring at her to make sure she read it. my eyes fixed on her face until I saw the slight stiffening of her shoulders. Good. She saw it. People were pretending not to look, but I could feel it. They won't ever mind their business,Even Francisca, two-eyed Francisca that should be focusing on fixing her eyesight instead of ruining it further, was watching. These office people lived for drama. Amebo was their full-time job.. . I could already imagine the whispers. Isn't that her boyfriend? Why is she with the trainee? Men are useless these days. I couldn't take my eyes off her throughout the day and surprisingly she didn't even notice me. Which was very new. Concentrating on my work was hard, I found my mind darting back to Mike. If he had been loud, cocky, obviously flirting, I would have known how to handle it. Men like that are predictable. But he's different, which is very dangerous. I told her not to smile at people like that. I told her. I picked up my phone, typed a message, deleted it. Typed again. Me: Why are you always letting people get into your space? No. Too soft. Delete. Me: I don't like the way you're moving lately. Still not enough. Delete. Mike stood up and walked straight into her cubicle. Was he doing this on purpose to piss me off? She was talking to him, using her hands. Explaining things very intensely . He leaned in slightly to hear her over the noise. Too close. Way too close. My chest burned. Did she think I couldn't see this? Does she think I'm stupid? I stood up again. Mercy passed by and gave me a look. The kind that said don't start. I ignored her. I wasn't starting anything. I was protecting what was mine. I entered her office and closed the door behind me " Excuse me," I said coldly, "I need to talk to my girlfriend." Aida looked up, startled. "Caleb-" "E be like this guy deaf o?" I walked closer to where he sat opposite Aida and dragged his chair back, the sound scraped loudly against the floor. The noise it made drew the attention of others in the office. "I'm not done here," I said flatly. "When I am, I'll leave." What annoyed me most was how calm he looked I didn't want to create anymore scenes so I walked over to the other side of the table where Aida sat and dragged her up. "Let's talk outside" Her eyes flashed with fear. Yes That's what I wanted As I tried dragging her more I noticed Mike had grabbed her other hand. My blood boiled Before I could react, Aida spoke quickly, her voice tight. "Please let go, I'll be back in a minute" she was talking to him. Why was she acting like a saint? I didn't care at this point. I made sure the next drag was harder than the first one, and it was. Within seconds we were outside her cubicle and into the hallway leading to the backyard. When we finally reached a quiet place. I raised my hand. For a split second, I saw it in her eyes, the flinch, the expectation. Like her body already knew what might come next. My hand froze mid-air. I clenched my fist instead, so tight my knuckles went white, my arm shaking with the effort it took not to bring it down. "Look at you," I said, my voice low and trembling with restraint. "You've reduced me to this." She stared at me, breathing shallow, one hand pressed to her chest. "What exactly is your problem?" I demanded. She was too stunned to speak. I know I promised not to hit her again but I think she deserved this one, if I was to hit her here. "Answer me"!!!!!!! That was when a tear dropped out of her eyes. "You don't talk to me like that," she said quietly. I leaned closer, lowering my voice. "You don't walk around the office like you're single." Her lips parted. She looked around, then back at me. "This is my workplace." "And I'm your boyfriend." "I didn't forget that." "Then start acting like it." "You know I don't like you spending time with other guys, and this time you're doing it in my presence, is it because you're higher than me in the office?." She exhaled sharply. "He's a trainee. I was asked to help him." "You enjoyed it." "That's not fair." Seems like the fear in her did resound her brain. She was more submissive now. I softened my tone, reached for her hand. She pulled it back. It didn't matter, I grabbed it back. "You know how people talk," I continued. "This office is not safe. People misinterpret things. I don't want your name involved in rubbish. "My name?" she echoed. "Or your ego?" At this point I was so sure I was glaring at her. "This is exactly what I'm talking about," I said. "You're changing." She was quiet again " I think we should continue this conversation at my place" I could sense her fear again. Now," I said calmly, releasing her hand, "go back inside. Smile. Act normal." I watched her walk away. No man was taking that from me. I arranged myself and quickly followed her. At least I'm still very much in control of my relationship.

I couldn't bring myself to admit that I was scared of losing her, so I opted for the very best option available, Control.

I need to control her, she seems to be forgetting that we started together and we must finish this together.