Part 2:
Chapter 26 - Two exes in the room
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Brandon spent the rest of the week at mine. When I told him about my training with Ben and Ross, he loved that. Then, one day he said that we should call Ross and spar some more, and he kept bothering me about it until I made the call, and we both went there to train.
Ross loved Brandon, and we spent that week in the gym or at Ross's every other morning. We pretty much just trained, spared, taunted each other, and talked shit about people that we liked, but we weren't good enough for them. It was great. I must admit it helped me a lot!
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At one point, I called the interior designer who worked on my apartment. I asked him to come. We went through everything needed, and I handed him the keys. I hated this place now. Everything reminded me of Natasha since she has spent most of her free time redecorating everything except my study.
I didn't even need to pack as at my apartment was pretty much everything. So I took a few key things and left.
Since then, I have lived there. At first, I thought I would be free, but it kept reminding me of Thomas. Great!
It was too late now. The renovations had already started, and I wasn't willing to wait a couple of months, so everything needed to be done fast and in the best quality. Thankfully I could afford it.
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On the 20th, I was supposed to get back to work. Everyone on my team counted on that, and the pressure felt heavy, but Brandon insisted it would do me good. I wasn't sure. How should I act toward Thomas? But deep down, I wanted to see him at least. I've missed him...
I called John, and we went to dinner and talked about the company. It looked like he would stay here for some time, but he said he wouldn't be working from the office. What a shocker! But I was okay with that. I loved this man to bits. We just don't meet as often as I would like to.
When he asked me about the wall, I said I got dumped and would not talk about it until I felt like it. He, of course, understood.
John told me about his worries about the pandemic, and since he is a bit of a freak about things like that, he was doing huge research about all coronaviruses. I told him I didn't believe it was that bad.
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I returned to work and tried to be casual. Thomas had already returned to his desk in front of my office, and I kept bringing him signed things immediately as he emailed them to me. Those that John sent and Thomas needed my signature as well. He just left them on my desk in the mornings, and I gave them back on his desk without a word. So the rest of our communication was pretty much only about work as well.
There were glances, deep sighs, and times when we just stood still and looked into each other's eyes, but for the next week, everything went pretty much back to normal.
Or we were trying. We both could see it was killing us...
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Friday, Jan. 31, 2020
Thomas sent me an email regarding Monday's schedule. There were three meetings called "PA interview". What the hell?
I stepped out in front of his desk and peered at him.
"My office. Now."
Thomas seemed to understand immediately what was going on. He took his notebook and walked in. I did everything I could not to grab him and kiss him when he walked past me. Thomas stared at me, and I believe he saw that and fought the same urge... My resolve was shaking, but I wanted to keep my head clear. I won't be able to stand another refusal from him... Not after I just got myself together to be able at least somehow function.
"What are those interviews?"
"What do you mean by that? You don't want to be present? It will be your assistant, not mine."
"When did you start arranging them?"
"I told you I would do that first thing when I return."
"You did that in those two weeks?" Something looked off.
"Two weeks is more than enough time if I need to do something, Matt, but no, I contacted Nina and Sydney on the third. We had the first rounds last week. These are those I deemed good enough."
"Third?! You mean two days after we slept together?"
"I told you I would look for them."
I was furious. This was too soon! What the fuck?! I was not ready for that!
"No!"
"Matt, this is not something I will let you refuse. You will attend these interviews if you don't want to be without PA."
"Will you be here until I find one?"
"Yes."
"Promise?"
Thomas looked suspiciously at me. "Will you try to hire someone?"
"I will try."
"Fine, in that case, I promise I will stay until you find someone. Again, Monday at 9 o'clock is the first and the second at eleven, and then we have one at three in the afternoon. Will you behave?" he looked at me sternly.
I crossed my arms, pissed. "Fine."
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Monday, Feb. 3rd, 2020
Thomas marched in front of me, furious. He didn't even look at me as he slammed his leather notebook on his desk and sat. I leisurely walked past him with a satisfied grin.
"Well, I am sorry, it seems like we need to try some others. But good job. It was obvious you tried your best." I said in my nicest company voice.
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Thomas refused to look at me, and the vein on his neck was about twice the size. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but it was huge and pumping! He was livid! Good, so was I when he was so efficient in finding his substitute.
I came into my office and looked at the clock. 15:23, a new record; Natasha would be proud. I learned from the best. Maybe I should feel bad... I decided against it after a little while. I now have my own problems to deal with.
I heard the door open and slam behind me. I turned around with a welcoming smile.
"Did you want something?"
Thomas launched at me and smacked me to the wall next to me. Damn! How I missed this!
"You did that on purpose!"
"No, I just thought she should now. I didn't want to waste our time."
"You've been an utter dick in there!" he let go of me.
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"Was I?" I played innocent. The way he looked at me was terrific! I seriously think he was angrier that that morning I called him a fag.
"I am not doing this with you, bitch!"
"What you mean, boy?"
"Do not fucking call me a boy!" He grabbed my throat and slammed me back to the wall holding me there.
I pushed him away, but he wouldn't budge. I looked at him and gave him a menacing look. He will get this single warning. Somehow I felt he got it, and then he got enraged at my audacity.
"You are playing with the wrong person, Matt," he growled.
"If you don't take that hand away, I will seriously smack you on my table, Thomas."
Thomas looked at me with a look that said it all. He was the same as me, past the rage. He was horned and hungry. Fuck! I needed him so badly!
"Too late, fucker!"
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I have been wrestling with Ross for the past weeks. I had now some idea where Thomas may have learned all that, and I was dying to try this for a while!
