It was a quiet ride as Carl was driving the ladies home. He decided to turn on the car radio so it wouldn't be too boring. Turning on the radio, a song started playing and the name of the song that was being played was titled 'Boyfriend by Dove Cameron'. It was the same music Anne and Carl danced to at Mr. Ross's birthday party.
In the back seat, Anne's head was resting on the rear door glass of the car completely lost in thought but hearing the song from the radio made her turn her attention to Carl. Listening to the music made her remember the beautiful moment she had with Carl when she was dancing romantically with him to this same song. Anne subconsciously smiled to herself as she thought about the good times.
Meanwhile, Carl couldn't help but also reminisce about the wonderful night he had when he was dancing with Anne. But unlike Anne, those memories were painful to Carl because everything felt like a dream that never happened. After their romantic dance that night, It wasn't up to 24 hours before Anne told him that she no longer wants him in her life.
Carl, thinking about the hurt he felt made him turn off the music to keep his head straight and his mind focused. He didn't want to think about Anne especially now that she was in his car.
However, Anne stared at Carl with surprise as he turned off the music. She didn't want to think that it was because Carl hated the song cause that is definitely not true. Of all the music, it was this same song he chose to dance to with her. Or maybe Carl no longer likes the music just like his feelings for her are now dead.
Anne sighed as she thought about the possibility that Carl is no longer interested in her. Her eyes were on the rearview mirror staring at Carl who looked very handsome with that straight face he was maintaining as he was driving.
Anne wondered what Carl was thinking about. She was dying to know if he was really okay. She wanted to know how he was doing at work and if Richie was still getting on his nerves.
Later on, Carl wanted to check how the lady in the back was doing. He looked at the rearview mirror and saw Anne already staring at him through the mirror. Anne was a little startled as their eyes met. She immediately turned her face to the rear door glass feeling nervous all of a sudden.
'Maybe Carl is no longer looking' she thought and fixed her eyes back at the mirror but to her surprise, Carl was still staring at her.
Carl didn't stop staring at her through the rearview mirror, he wanted to confirm for himself if Anne had been checking him out but why?
Anne became very shy as Carl caught her stealing glances at him. She looked down biting her bottom lip with the feeling that Carl was still staring at her. She couldn't wait for this journey to be over so she could go home. She was feeling very uncomfortable.
Carl used to be nervous around Anne but now it seems the tables have turned. Anne was finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with Carl. She was finding those sexy dark green eyes of Carl to be very intimidating to look at. Staring intensely into those eyes for a minute can make her feel weak in the knees.
Carl's eyes were back on the road and throughout the ride, Cassandra still wasn't able to start up a conversation with Carl mostly because Anne was in the backseat with them so she wasn't too comfortable. Perhaps another time, Cassandra thought.
After a while, Cassandra could see her house coming closer. "I'm stopping here sir," She said to Carl so he could stop on time.
"got it," Carl said, slowing down the car. He parked his Rolls Royce SUV at the side of the road and Cassandra came down from the car and shut the door closed.
"Thanks a lot, Mr. McAlester, see you at work tomorrow" she smiled, waving to Carl and he nodded his head.
Carl saw as Cassandra was entering her compound and he wondered to himself why she chose to live in this wack environment when he had given her a lot of money for a more comfortable and decent place to stay.
'Or is she still living in her old apartment?' Carl thought but he shook his head. Cassandra has cried to him that her house got into a fire outbreak and there's no way she could manage to stay in a house that got burnt.
Carl watched as Cassandra was entering inside her house. He wasn't comfortable with the fact that Cassandra was living in the same environment with a group of bad guys who smoke and do drugs and from the looks of it, it seems she was the only woman living there.
Meanwhile, Anne noticed as Carl was staring at Cassandra and she thought it was because he liked her that much to make sure she was safe, entering her house. Having that thought in her head got her extremely pissed.
"Who's that lady to you?" Anne asked Carl. She wanted to confirm to herself if something was going on between Carl and Cassandra.
Carl looked in the rearview mirror and saw Anne's angry yet beautiful face staring at him. This time, she wasn't breaking eye contact.
Carl moved the gear of his car and started driving. "She's my substitute secretary," he said with his eyes on the road and his hand on the steering wheel. Although, he felt confused about why was Anne asking him such a question all of a sudden.
"if she's just your substitute secretary then why did you kiss her?" Anne questioned him in a husky tone.
If Carl and Cassandra were dating, Carl would've boldly admitted that she was his girlfriend instead of referring to her as his substitute secretary. Anne knows Carl that much to proudly boast about who he was in a relationship with.
Meanwhile, Carl was taken aback at Anne's straightforward question. He never expected such a weird question from Anne. Carl looked at the rearview mirror again and he saw Anne anxiously waiting for an answer from him.
But how did Anne know that Carl and Cassandra kissed?
It was through her question Carl realize that Anne must've caught him kissing Cassandra in the hallway. The only problem was that she didn't see it when Carl pushed Cassandra.
"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that it's none of your business," Carl said to Anne because he didn't see the need to start explaining himself to Anne. They're not lovers.
Anne swallowed hard. She was not ready to think that Carl goes around kissing any random girl he sees. Carl is just too decent for that. Something has to be going on between him and Cassandra she thought.
"Do you like her?" Anne asked Carl in a low tone, looking down. She was already scared and anxious that Carl would say yes. It'll definitely break her heart.
Rather, what Anne was praying to hear from Carl's mouth was 'No, I don't like her. That lady means nothing to me. You're the one I want'
Moreover, due to Anne's questions, Carl had the crazy idea that Anne might be jealous of what she saw that day between him and Cassandra, and who knows, maybe that was why she angrily tore his important papers.
Thinking about that made Carl confused because if Anne was really jealous, it only means that she has feelings for him but Anne has too much pride to get jealous. Maybe she was only being toxic. Carl thought.
"Why are you asking Miss Stewart?" Carl said to Anne to hear her admit if she was asking such questions because she was jealous.
'Miss Stewart?' Anne asked herself in her head with a confused look. Since when does Carl refer to her by her last name and with the word 'Miss'
Unknowingly to Carl, he was hurting Anne repeatedly.
"Never mind!" Anne angrily said. Right now, she could not explain what she was feeling inside. She was sad, hurt, jealous, frustrated, and angry.
She was also filled with regret, wishing in her heart that she could go back in time to when Carl was still crazy in love with her. She would've succumbed to her feelings and never let go of him.
Anne thought of what Noah said that it might not be too late for her to win Carl again. Something in her kept telling her not to give up yet. She has to make Carl hers again.
Shortly, Carl arrived in front of Anne's house without her telling him when to stop because he already know where she lives.
"I… I can't open the car door" Anne said.
Without wasting any time, Carl came down from his car and opened the car door for Anne to come out. Anne slowly came down from the car and she fixed her eyes on Carl who was standing a few inches away from her.
Anne stared deep into Carl's beautiful orbs like she was already lost in them. Carl looked so handsome with his alluring face coupled with his well-built body.
'I can't believe I lost this' Anne thought to herself.
She was about to leave but she 'accidentally' tripped and fell into Carl's arms.
"hey be careful," Carl said to Anne holding her tight with a sincere worried look on his face.
"I'm sorry, I... I tripped" Anne said in a soft tone with her face resting on his broad chest.
Truth be told, Anne's trip wasn't an accident and Carl had no idea that Anne was pretending like she missed her steps. Anne also lied that she couldn't open the car door just for Carl to open the door for her. She was doing all of this because she had a sick plan in her head which was seducing Carl.
At this point, Anne is becoming very desperate to keep Carl for herself. She was trying her best to fight for Carl's heart so that that way, Carl would forget about Cassandra and choose to be with her instead.
Since Anne seemed alright, Carl wanted to let go of her but Anne pulled him tightly to herself.
"Why do you keep ignoring me?" Anne said to Carl, staring intensely into his eyes. Her hands were wrapped around his waist without any plans of letting go of him.
"What makes you think I'm ignoring you?" he said also staring into her eyes. Their bodies were pressed together and damn, it's been ages since they were this close.
"Are you going to keep answering my questions with questions?" Anne said in a low tone that sounded very sexy of course. Her hands that were wrapped around Carl's waist were slowly moving upward to his back till her hands reached the back of his neck.
Carl let out a soft sigh as he felt the warm touch of Anne's hand, gently caressing the back of his neck. He couldn't deny it in his heart that he missed Anne's gentle touch. There was this pleasant feeling that comes with her soft touch. Carl was beginning to lose his sense of reasoning but Anne's sense was still intact.
"Anne, what are you doing?" Carl whispered as he felt his blood rush like Anne was igniting something inside of him.
'Trying to make you mine again' Anne replied in her head as her hand began to caress his jawline. Her fingers were gently massaging his ears and It was definitely turning Carl on.
Seeing that Carl wasn't resisting her touch, Anne cupped his face with her both hands, staring at his sexy pink lips with the intention of kissing him. To kiss Carl, she'll have to stand on her toes because of their height difference but everything became easier for her since Carl's face was also coming closer to her.
Anne's heart was beating rapidly as their lips were now a few inches apart but suddenly, Carl removed Anne's hands from his face. He was firmly holding her both hands and Anne wondered why. Carl stared at Anne's face which looked so innocent. No one would ever think that this cute angel was capable of seducing a man.
"Keep! Your! Hands! to yourself!" Carl counted his words in a husky tone and he broke free from Anne.
Anne gasped with wide eyes as Carl pulled away from her. She was shocked. She watched as Carl went straight into his car and drove off like he was in a hurry.
"DANG, IT!!!" Anne screamed at the top of her voice in frustration.
She was extremely angry that her plan didn't work to seduce Carl. It made her a hundred percent sure that Carl has moved on from her. Anne let her fingers run through her jet-black hair. She felt like crying but there were no tears left for her to cry. She couldn't believe that she has lost Carl for good.