Chane's P.O.V
I drove to work smiling that morning, I was thinking about Rylie, I was thinking about her alot. I know I haven't known her for long, and I know this, but something about her, it's just different. She's bubbly, she's sweet, intelligent and one of a kind. I've never met anyone like her.
But then there is Isabelle, she's intelligent as well, and sweet and I'm not gonna lie, Isabelle has gotten me through some rough times, she's not as sweet as Rylie, nor is she as bubbly, she's stagnant and very dull. She gives good sex I wont lie about that, but in everything I have to compare her to Rylie. I mean they both are good in bed, but there's something exceptionally special about Rylie.
I do love Isabelle to some extent but I'm also catching feelings for Rylie, I can't quite pinpoint it but she makes me feel something. Not to say the word love to her because I don't want to scare her away because I realize that she actually likes the vybe we have now, at least that's what I think because she doesn't say much or show much emotion, she just goes with the flow.
I like that, she doesn't really ask for much, and by much I mean, she doesn't question my feelings. Because even though I am alive around her and comfortable, I can be myself when I'm around Rylie, but in all honesty I don't think I'm ready to confess anything or put my feelings for her out there.
Yes, I agree, I've had sex with her, and I'm definitely not trying to play her, because I do feel butterflies. If that's even possible for a guy to feel butterflies, because I thought that was a girly thing, but yes, I do get butterflies when I'm with her. I just want to identify and clarify everything before I actually cast anything in stone because I don't want her to think I'm not being real. In some ways though I believe I'm not because if I was I wouldn't be with Isabelle and go snooping around with Rylie.
I had to admit in that moment I felt a little guilty because no matter what I shouldn't have started something while I was in a relationship, but I don't regret it because Rylie is great, she was unlike anyone I've met before. Isabelle is great too, in her own way. Both are perfect and now I'm convinced I have feelings for both. But as I said before, I want to figure out everything before I cast anything in stone, because either Rylie goes or Isabelle goes, or I might lose both of them, so I got to play my cards right. Either way, I can safely say, I'm starting to be the main point of a love triangle.
I tried to shake off my thoughts as I drove up into the parking lot at my company.
'No negative thoughts, Let's leave all that in the back of your mind, at least until after work', I thought to myself as I shut off my engine and climbed out of my car. I grabbed my briefcase and closed the door of my car and beeped it shut, I took a deep breath, placed my keys in my pocket and straightened my suit and held my briefcase firmly in my hand and walked towards the building.
In order to be treated like a leader, you first have to act, dress, think, walk and talk like one, and these are the features I'm trying to portray so that my employees respect me. As I entered the office, everyone stopped to greet me and as usual, I greeted them back with a smile and waved them on. In my opinion, I'm not like the other bosses, who act or treat their employees like they are some sort of trash or they are obligated to work for them.
I mean yeah, they hired them as a boss, and they do work under their rule but still, they treat them like they are low lives. I think the key to getting respect is giving respect and even if I wasn't looking for respect. I still treat people with respect because I don't know what they go through and I don't want to make their day harder by bombarding them with work or being mean and pressuring them until they break. That was another important lesson I learned from Rylie.
She has taught me a lot these past few weeks and I think they are changing me to being the better version of myself. I'm still strict, don't get me wrong because I have to maintain a certain level of standard in my work, I show respect but I don't allow them to walk over me.
Not to brag or boast, but I think I'm pretty good at what I do. I love my job and I love to make people enjoy what they do. It makes me feel like a good boss and an accomplished individual.
As I approached the elevator, I realized a quite familiar face inside. As I got closer and closer I realized that I was Isabelle.
'Now what on earth could she be doing here right now?" I thought to myself curiously. When I stopped in my tracks and saw her, her eyes caught mine and at that moment she called out my name and waved.
It was either on of two things, pretend I was on the phone with someone and wait until the elevator doors close completely then make up some smart ass excuse, or I just go with the flow, but either way I take it, I'm still gonna see her and I wasn't really in on the drama today because I wasn't to genuinely be at peace.
I stood there pondering my thoughts when I saw her push her way through the crowd of people in front of her and made her way towards me.
"Hey babe", she called out with a wide smile on her face. "Hey Isabelle", I called back to her.
She came towards me and tried to hug me and kiss me, I didn't want it to look bad on her so I took it. When we parted I pulled her aside and in a low whisper I said, "Isa, remember we are in a professional setting, and we have eyes on us and if we continue like this then people will get the wrong idea and think they can display intimate affection to people of the opposite and we don't want total chaos in her do we love?"
Isabelle pouted and pinched my cheek, "Don't be silly babe, your whole company knows we are lovers, it definitely won't cause any chaos", she said looking up at me innocently. Isabelle can be sweet but she also can be very clingy and bossy and act like a rich spoilt girl, but she was committed and when I say committed I mean she was devoted to having me to herself.
"I know hun, but I don't think we should mix business with pleasure, at least not here in front of all these people, better we keep all the unprofessionalism in the office or at home", I replied trying to get my point across and make her understand in a way that doesn't sound as harsh as she would take it.
Her face dropped a little because I know she wasn't used to this, or at least used to me not wanting to do what she wants to do, because I never once stopped her from showing me affection whenever she stopped by the office. I just feel Rylie is taking a toll on me right now. I kinda feel bad for Isabelle, but in some way I hope she understands because as a matter of fact we do have to keep the affection at bay because then the employees will think they can also mix business with pleasure and that simply can't be.
She brushed off the expression and smiled up at me, "Well, that's quite understandable, I will keep the affection at bay", she said not looking into my eyes.
I know Isabelle too well and I know when she doesn't look into my eyes it means she is either hurt or she wants things to go her way.
I nodded my head and pulled her hand gently and said in a soft tone, "Let's go upstairs hun, and I don't want you to be upset, just try to understand me a little alright".
She nodded and walked after me and we both entered the elevator and pressed 10, which is the top floor.
While in the elevator the whole ride was silent. It was kind of weird for me because, normally she would want us to make out before the elevator stops or she would engage in some conversation about work or the future. She just stood there looking at the wall and saying nothing.
The elevator finally came to a stop and she was the first one to walk out when the doors opened. I sighed and followed immediately behind her, she walked into my office and I walked in behind her and closed the doors.
"Okay spill", was the first thing to leave her mouth as she spun around to look at me. I looked at her confused and a part of me was hoping she wouldn't say what she was about to say. "What do you mean?" I replied, deciding to play along.
"What did I do?" she asked in a whiney voice that she uses when she wants me to feel sorry for her.
"You didn't do anything Isa, I just don't want the employees thinking they are equal to us and start getting out of hand and you know how people are, so we have to set an example for them and follow it ourselves", I replied holding her chin so she would look up at me as I spoke.
She nodded. Finally she understood, because I really couldn't stand to explain the same situation over and over again because doing that is very annoying. "Do you still love me? You never say it anymore and it has me questioning" She said unexpectedly.
My breath hitched in my throat. I didn't expect this question from her, not now, not so soon, not when I was trying to come to terms with my feelings and who I think, or rather, who I know I should be with. I gave a half smile and nodded at her, I didn't want her to feel bad, I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
But doing all of this if Rylie's the one, then that means I've already crushed her. Before even finishing my thoughts, she smiled and held my head and brought it down to meet her lips.
I stood there for a second and then she started moving her lips against mine. I wanted to act natural, as if nothing was wrong so I kissed her back. My lips moved in sync with her and she moaned into my mouth and grabbed up a fistful of my hair and tugged it.
I parted the kiss for air after a couple minutes, she looked at me as if she didn't want the kiss to end, but my mind was at war, I wanted Rylie, but I wanted Isabelle. They are different but special in their own way. I just hope whoever I choose is the right one because choosing one means letting the other go. But right now, as selfish as this sounds, I don't mind having both of them.
Even though Isabelle wanted more, she looked like she was satisfied with the makeout session that she got. She pulled out her mirror and her red lip gloss and reapplied it to her thin pink lips. Again I couldn't help but compare them both, how her lips were thin and pink and Rylie's lips were plump and red. Maybe, it had something to do with the type of races because Rylie's African American and Isabelle's Cuban.
After applying her lip gloss she turned to me and asked with full hope, "Can I come over tonight and we could order take-out and watch movies like we used to?"
She looked so poor, that I just had to say yes. When I did say yes, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
Now I just have to find some excuse to tell Rylie, as to why I don't want her coming over to make dinner for me tonight. That should not be a big deal, just tell her, I'm working late and I don't need any dinner, she would understand, plus I bet she would love the night off too, to complete her homework and stuff like that.
Isabelle sat in my chair and said, "Well, since I don't have anything to do today, I thought I would just drop by and help you sort out some things like how you don't have a personal assistant yet".
"Wow, how thoughtful of you", was my response because as I said I don't want her to think anything's wrong.
She giggled and said, "Yeah, I know I'm the best". I chuckled at her as if trying to show her that he agreed with her.
Even though he could tolerate Isabelle, all that was on his mind was, 'Well this is going to be a long day'.
Well, best time to get started because there's no time like the present and time waits on no man. And with that Chane got to work.