Elliot's POV
T W OÂ D A Y SÂ L A T E R
I stood at my office window, 60 floors high above the city.
My eyes burned with anger as I looked over the endless sea of buildings.
Everything was just pissing me off.
Every time she stops speaking to me it pisses me off.
I'm trying to do the right thing here by resisting her, but she makes it so hard.
I put the glass of bourbon to my mouth as I watched the heavy traffic below me.
To make things worse, my inlaws were still at home begging me to have sex with their daughter.
AND my parents were here singing the same tune with them.
Why me?
I chugged down the liquor before pouring myself some more.
Why can't she just try to understand my side for once?
I can't cross any more lines with her or I'll never come back.
My phone went off and I quickly grabbed it to see if she texted me.
It was just a notification that my stocks went up.
I immediately flung my phone across the room out of rage.
We don't even have each other's number.
Why didn't I just ask for her number? I should've.
This was pissing me off even more.
I grabbed my glass and drank again.
The door opened and I clenched my jaw knowing exactly who it was.
"What was so important that I had you come here all the way from Paris?" he whined. "I was in bed with three girls when you called."
My hands curled into fists, and his voice plus the city's distant hum only fueled my fury.
"I'm only going to ask you this once," I started giving him the chance to redeem himself. "Did you really have sex with Sereia?"
My back was still turned to him, but I could imagine the look of shock on his face.
"Elliot, where is this coming from?" he asked.
"Answer me!" I snapped.
My temper was too short right now to play around.
I'm usually a calm and collected man, but this woman is driving me insane.
I'm not worth it.
Her ignorant sentence repeated itself in my mind.
Not worth it?
How can she think such a thing?
If anyone in this world is worth it, it is her.
"Did she tell you otherwise?" my best friend of twenty years asked. "We did and if she says otherwise she is probably just embarrassed for being the slut she is."
Twenty years of friendship and he easily lied through his teeth.
It makes me wonder what else he lied to me about.
I turned around and raised my eyebrow to see if I understood correctly. "What did you just call her?"
"A slut," he answered. "Opened her legs right in front of me and begged me. You should consider the people you hire more carefully. I suggest you fire her."
I took a step closer to him before giving him a strong punch across the face.
He immediately fell to the floor and held his cheek. "What the hell Elliot?"
"Get up," I said as I looked down at him.
"You out of all people know that liars and betrayers are the people I hate most," I said. "Get up, now!"
He immediately stood up and expressed his guilt. "Elliot, I'm sorry."
"You just lied to me."
He dropped to his knees and clasped his hands towards me. "Elliot, please. Don't treat me like anyone else. I'm your best friend."
"And if I were yours, then you wouldn't have lied to me just now."
Every breath I took was a battle, a struggle to keep from punching the living shit out of Blake.
"I don't even want to know what else you've been lying to me about," I said. "You're done."
His eyes widened as he stood up. "What? What do you mean I'm done?"
"What else do you think?" I deadpanned.
"Over a woman?" he asked. "You're about to ruin my career over a woman?"
"No, I'm not ruining your career over a woman," I explained. "I'm going to ruin your career because you forced yourself on her and lied to me about it."
I hate liars.
I'll repeat that statement until the day I die.
My own brother got sent away because he lied to me.
I don't care who the liar is, I'll get rid of them.
"I can't have a liar in my close circle."
He scoffed.
"Go apologize to her on your way out."
He scoffed again. "Over my dead body."
I knew that he wouldn't.
I picked up my drink and returned my attention to the busy city.
"Come on, Elliot," he whined to me like a child until he got the clue that I was done with him forever. "I'm sorry."
I heard his footsteps storm to the door before they stopped.
"Blake?" my mother's voice interrupted our tense silence. "I haven't seen you in so long."
"Yeah, and you probably won't see me again," he complained to my mother. "Your son just said I'm done."
"What?" my father's voice joined in and I rolled my eyes. "What did you do?"
He stayed quiet, knowing that what he did was wrong.
"I'm sorry," he apologized again before I heard his footsteps leave.
The door closed and I heard my mother's voice again. "Elliot, what is going on? You called us in for a meeting and you just fired Blake."
I turned around to my parents before pointing at the two chairs in front of me.
"I want a divorce."
I got straight to the point because I had no patience left in me.
They both sat in shock as they watched me.
"Is this a joke, Elliot?" my father asked.
"Since when do I make jokes, dad?" I answered him.
"Why?" my mother asked. "You and Olivia were just about to start a family."
"I found her," I admitted to them and my father got upset.
"What?" he glared. "Found who?"
"The one I've been waiting for."
My mother smiled and my father rolled his eyes.
"I think it's a little too late for that, Elliot," he said. "You're married now. You can either forget about her or keep her as a mistress. There will be no divorce."
"But dad-"
"We need the Campbell's support."
"We don't," I explained. "Well, not anymore. I've gained influence since you guys left. More than what the Campbell's ever had."
"Elliot, you have something good here. You are not ruining it because of some girl."
"First things first, I'm a grown man so I can do whatever I want," I made clear. "Secondly, she's not 'some girl'. Ever since I realized I had attraction for her, she's lived on my mind constantly. I can't even think clearly right now since she's mad at me."
My mother's smile grew wider. "Who is she, kiddo?"
"The director," I smiled back. "Sereia Sinclair."
Both of their eyes widened.
"The one that we saw yesterday?" mom eagerly asked as she stood up.
I nodded and she ran to hug me.
"Oh, that's wonderful, Elliot!" she answered. "She is beautiful. I can't wait to see the grandbabies you and her have."
"Mom," I glared when she brought up children.
I can't even get Sereia to look in my direction.
I turned to my father, waiting for his comment.
Growing up he use to be tough on me. I was the eldest son, of course he made it hard on me.
When he realized that my brother was a piece of shit, he cut me some slack.
He sighed. "You're married, Elliot."
"And I will get a divorce."
They both knew why I chose to marry Olivia.
They knew about my lack of attraction towards people. They knew I only saw Olivia as a friend.
"If you do this, your relationship with that Sinclair girl will be no walk in the park," he started, already looking ahead.
"And if she doesn't feel the same way about you afterwards, you'll look-"
"I know," I said. "I know the risks but I can't live like this anymore. I want to give us a chance. I've never felt this way about anyone before."
My mother began to cry and I held her.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"I just want you to finally be happy," she cried. "Your father does too."
"I know and I will once I'm with Sereia."
My mother hugged me tighter. "If she makes you happy, I'll celebrate with you. If she breaks your heart, I'll wipe your tears and cry with you too."
My father walked up and joined our hug. "Yeah, what she said."
I laughed before hugging them. "I love you guys."
"We love you too," they both said in unison.