Shouldn't Have Kissed You

Chapter 30

Chris pulled out the file that he had been looking for for the past ten minutes out. In other days, he

would have been frustrated and have his personal assistant look for it. But not today. Today was

special to him. Today was the happiest day in his life if he could still remember an happy one since he

met Maya.

Of course, hurting her didn't make him happy. Instead, it made him want more. He just guessed that's

how it is with revenge. You do one mistake to revenge and you become addicted. Addicted to an extent

of not thinking anything else apart from revenge. And that, that was something he never wanted to feel

again. He had learned his lesson the hard way if you asked him.

Chris sat down and opened the file. He wanted to be sure that everything was okay before taking it. He

was pleased with the document. He was pleased with himself too. He was happy. At last she forgave

him and the smile in his face wasn't about to be wiped off.

Just then, the door opened and his friend walked in. He wore blue pants that reflected the color of his

eyes. His black shirt could make him more handsome than he was. This made Chris travel down the

line when they were still teenager.

They had become friends with Wesley when he saved him from bulling and they were in grade classes.

From then, they had become friends but at first, Wesley was more of a bodyguard than a friend. Then,

they got to know each other and they were all best friends.

In highschool, they're the popular guys along with other three guys which he hadn't seen in about five

years now. The untouchable cute guys in highschool. Their group didn't involve bulling like all the

popular people do.

That wasn't them since they all under gone it in their primary school. Either being bullied or saving a

friend or a kid from it. So them being handsome as people called them, they had all the privilege to

have all types of girls their way. But with Wesley, he just wanted one night stand and that was all. To

him, committed wasn't his thing and that made Chris think that it was just in highschool.

But the guy never changed. He never got to any kinda a relationship with anyone and before he sleeps

with any woman, he makes sure that she knows where she stands.

"With the way your grinning, I'm guessing things went well last night."

Wesley pulled a seat and kept on staring at his friend who was grinning like a fool. The last time he did

that, well it was seven months ago. The day he kissed Maya on his stage. Yes Maya. The woman that

he is married to and the one he accused of making his life a leaving hell.

That day he could stop himself from grinning as he told her how she felt like in his arms. His tongue in

her mouth and him rubbing her inner lip. That had made Wesley thing that his friend had a boner

thinking of the woman he had met at that time just for a few minutes.

Wesley had joked of looking for her and having a no strings attached relationship but the look Chris

gave him was enough to say he was just joking. But to his surprise, Chris didn't take it lightly at all

which left him wondering if he truly loved Kimberly as he made everyone else think.

Thinking of Maya, he also has to apologize. That girl trusted him like a big brother yet he let her down.

He allowed her to wear the clothes that Kimberly had offered her during the fashion show without telling

her she was the mistress of her husband. What else do you call a woman having an affair with a

married man?

At that time he had only thought of what was good for the business. For once in his life he put money

first over a human feelings. He did hurt her and he knew it. Then on their honeymoon, he didn't stop

Chris from taking Kimberly along. It's not like he had any idea. He just found out late and that made him

get mad at Chris.

He had to apologize just like Chris did and if she did forgive Chris, then he was sure she would forgive

him too...

"I'm so happy Wes," Chris cut through his thoughts. "Maya finally forgave me. She even spoke to me,

Wes. I'm the happiest man on this planet."

"Wow!! I'm really happy for you, my friend. Tell me, what did you do?"

Chris locked his gaze with him, "Nothing, I did nothing. I mean I only made us dinner and the rest is

history."

"I never thought that the way to woman's heart is through food. I thought that was for men."

"Haha... Very funny Wes. The important thing is that we're okay. I can walk around telling everyone how

happy I am."

Wesley smiled at his friend, "how about you walk at the lobby for starters and shout for everyone to

here you out."

Chris got up from his seat with a smile that never fade away. He took the file in his hands and walked

around from his desk. He looked at his friend for a while.

That wasn't a bad idea at all but he wasn't about to tell the world that his marriage had been a doom

until yester night. To them, they're the cutest couple in time and it would stay that way till death.

Wait, did you just say death? You've seven months till your divorce, Chris.

Seven months. Seven months for him to make her feel happy. Seven months for him to tell her that he

care for her. Seven for them to become best of friends. Seven for him to learn from her also. To know

about her life although he knew also everything. For him to know her likes and dislikes. To make jokes

and for them to laugh them off. For his to know if she and Mr. Ambrose are just friends and if yes, was

she planning to take it to the next step?

Seven months. That is what he had to prove his worth to her. To have her call him the first person in

case of emergency and not Mr. Ambrose. To have her tell him her fear in life and give her advice where

he could. That was his work for seven months. Just like in Bible, where seven means complete. He

would complete his work and also his marriage to Maya.

"Give me Maya's number," he asked his friend remember that he didn't have her number.

Wesley looked at him, "you mean for six months you've known Maya you don't know her number?" He

saw how confused his friend was, "yes, six Chris. Remember the one month that you had to appear to

public every now and then to show them how much 'in love' you were?" He quoted the in love word in

the air. "That still counts Chris. And my God, how much did you hate this girl?"

"I know next you'll call me an idiot and I've to admit, I did hate her or thought I did. I don't know I'm

confused myself," Chris rubbed the back of his neck. "But I'm making everything go back to normal. I

mean having a normal marriage like every other couples out there."

"Yeah," Wesley got up from his seat. "And I'm happy for you but I'm not giving you her number.

Anyway, what happened to that rule that whoever gets a girls number first the other has to leave her for

the hero?"

Chris pointed a figure at him. "You stay away from my wife. Are you giving me the damn number?" He

was creaking his jaws now.

"Chill out man," Wesley lifted his hands in surrender. "Don't be that possessive of her or she will freak

out. As for her number it's up to you to ask her."

Chris relaxed and put on his smile back in his face. If his best friend didn't want to help him, then he

could do it on his own. With no ones help. After all, he was Chris freaking Rollins. The guy who goes

for whatever he wants. He didn't start a company which is a millionaire just to fail in women. He could

do it as long has he set his mind on it. And having her number wasn't that hard. Was it?

"I thought that nothing would take that grin of off your face today."

Chris looked at his friend. He thought so too. But it disturbed him when another guy talked about Maya.

Even his damn best friend. He didn't know why but it kinda hurt when he saw her prefer other men over

him. Like today, she had called her friend to drive her to the hospital instead of asking him. Then, when

he thought he could taste those lips for the third time in his life, the bastard had to walk in on them. He

didn't even knock her door for that matter.

And what did he call her? Cupcake? Who calls a woman that way? Apparently him. He had called her

that when he said his goodbye to her. But she blushed. He saw it or may that's what he wanted to see.

Maybe he had imagined it. Maybe he could call her that and see her reaction again. Just to be sure.

"You just did that."

Wesley laughed, "it wasn't me. It was your wife's name."

"As much as I want to argue with you, I've a busy day today. As we spoke, take care of everything

here."

Wesley looked at him with curious eyes, "where are you going anyway?"

Chris took a deep breathe. He felt like he was sounding like a broken record so far with Wesley. He told

him everything this morning when he was upstairs before he took Maya to work. If it wasn't for the file

he had forgotten at work yesterday, he wouldn't even have come to the building.

"I thought I told you that I'll be in the studio the whole morning. And then I'll take Kimberly for lunch and

after that we'll hang out together."

"I thought after you talked to Maya, Kimberly will be out of picture."

Chris looked at his friend like he had grown horns. How was he supposed to be done with Kimberly?

They had been in a relationship for years although no one in the public knew. That is how she wanted it

and it's how he made it. Besides, it was a good thing if you asked him.

And besides, he hadn't spent time with Kimberly since the day of his honeymoon. He had been

preoccupied and it had been months. He missed spending time with her. He misses her company and

now that he had time, he would spend it with her.

"Maya knows this, I mean me and Kim and she is okay with it. I still love Kim, Wes."

Wesley patted his shoulder, "I hope soon you'll know what you want."

"Com'n Wes, Maya is also free to look for the love her life but that doesn't make you apart of it.

Besides, we're divorcing in seven months. We just want to make sure we can live like normal human

beings and not like animals as I had made it."

"Why can't I pursue her?"

"Wes, that is all you heard with every that I said?"

"Of course, who doesn't want to see that beautiful woman mo..."

"That so gross and you can't be involved with her and I mean it."

Laughing Wesley wiped a tear that was falling from his hard laughed.

"I was going to say move in with her. You're the evil minded here not me."

"I've to go," Chris opened the door, "with you, I'll never do anything."

"I'm glad I've that effect on you, man." Wesley said following him behind.

"Really?" Chris kept walking, "sometimes I wonder if you're straight."

"No, when it comes to you, I'm not." Wesley laughed at his stupid sense of humour as he knew Chris

would call it. "But for Maya, I'll keep my hands of off you. I don't want to cheat on her."

Chris came to a hoot in front of the elevator and turned to his friend on a serious note.

"Stay away from her, Wes."

Wesley laughed, "Come down, Chris. Maya considers me as a big brother and I'm not changing that or

at least that was what she did."

"The better." He got in the elevator, "take of everything here."

"Don't worry." Then the doors closed.

He didn't have to. With Wesley around, he knew better than to worry. Wesley loves this company as

much as he loved it and he was sure that Wesley would do what's best for the business.

Chris walked out of the elevator and walked to his car. The building had an underground which was the

parking and that's why he bought it in the first place. People couldn't park in front or at the back of the

building. It was convince for the space and he was happy with it.

He pulled his car out of the parking and drove down to the studio. He had unfinished business their.

Like naming his album which he hadn't finished recording all the songs and at the same time, he felt

inspired to write another song.

It was almost twelve thirty in the noon when he walked to Kimberly's apartment to pick her up. He had

texted her when he got to the studio and told her to be ready. Once in her apartment, he asked her to

come down which she did of course after twenty minutes. This made him think of Maya. She never

takes that long to dress up the few times he has seen her do. And she always looks beautiful. In fact he Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

takes longer than her which has him thinking if he is a slay king.

"Babe," Kimberly called settling herself at the passenger's seat. She leaned in and pecked his lips.

"You could have come upstairs, you know."

"It's hot, Kim," he said starting the car again. "Seat belt please."

She did and watched him as his focused on the road. Chris felt her eyes on him but he chose to ignore

it. It made him wonder if it was good choice to take her for lunch. Good thing he hadn't told her he

would spent the rest of the day with her. Now, he had to see how lunch goes first. He pulled in front of a

big restaurant and killed the engine.

"Afrikaans Cafe and Restaurants?" she asked when he opened the door for her. "I thought you'd take

me somewhere more fancy."

Chris looked her and back at the big building in front of them.

"What's wrong with this?" He asked looking at her. "It's among the best in town."

"I know that, Chris. But we could have gone out of town."

"For lunch?" He had to confirm.

"Yeah, is something wrong with that?"

"Of course yes. This is not dinner date Kimberly. It's date lunch and besides I've allot of pending work

to take of. Be great full that I still made time for us to have lunch."

He was more than frustrated. If Wesley had killed his joy for a moment, then he hadn't done it well.

Right now, he wanted to scream. Scream at his girlfriend, wait, mistress. She was his mistress not

girlfriend anymore.

"Sorry babe. Let's just go in and eat."

"Better," he said gathering all the patient that was left inside of him.

Chris walked side to side with Kimberly and into the restaurant. They walked up stairs and towards a

free table at the balcony. He needed all the fresh air he could need in him. As they walked further, he

noticed a sweet couple that was laughing and the man extended his had to wipe something that was on

the woman's lips. Why couldn't he just be like that with Kimberly. The hand lingered on the woman's

lips for a while and the lips he was watching for all his way over stopped smiling. It's as if she was

afraid of what was going to happen next.

Then the man let his hand fall down. His back faced them and he sure as hell he felt uncomfortable

when he saw the reaction on the woman. Chris wanted to look at her face instead of her lips, so he

moved his gaze slowly and there they're. Those eyes. Those green eyes that caught his attention in the

midst of many. His wife sat there looking at the guy that Chris was looking at his back.

"Cupcake?"

To be honest, he didn't know why he said that name in the first place.

"Babe, that's a sweet name."

Chris looked at the woman that stood in front of him. He didn't even notice that he had stopped

walking.

"What name?"

"Cupcake, I love it."

Just when he was about to say something, he heard his name being called.

"Mr. Rollins."

And he knew exactly who that voice belonged to before he even looked at him. And that made his

blood boil if it hadn't boil any farther so far.

"Mr. Ambrose," he mastered a smile. "What pleased surprise to meet again. Twice a day. It doesn't

happen that often."

"I agree," the man said looking at him. "I would even think you're stalking me if I didn't know better."

Chris laughed, "And I would in the morning, but we all know better."

"Yeah, but...."

"And here, is the whore of the year."

And their attention was on Kimberly who was staring at Maya. Hell just broke loose in the day

light.