*Genevive*
I was supposed to work with Lucien, his marketing manager and ours. At least, I had someone from our side. Lucien told us all what he wanted and kept on looking at me making me fidget. I was really desperate for him to go back home. His presence infuriated me and made me nervous. I was scared he would find out he has kids and try to take them away from me. It kept me up all night. It and the fact that my babies are asking for a daddy.
We continue brainstorming, and finally disperse. Once again, I am in my office, and he follows me. This will be the second time this is happening, and I am sure Lisa will be having a field day. She will probably wonder who he is, and they might find out we were once together.
I sigh. "What is it Mr. Blackwell? I would really appreciate it if you could stop coming to my office."
He tilts his head. "Really? Why?"
I roll my eyes exasperated with his presence. "There will be rumors, and I do not want anything that could jeopardize my work, especially not a mistake."
He flinches at what I say, and I almost feel bad, until I remember all he said and did to me, and I don't feel bad anymore. I sigh and ask, "I thought you said all that needed to be said the other day?"
"No. I did not apologize well, and I really am sorry for all I put you through. I just want a chance," he says.
I don't even know when I burst into giggles. "God forbid," I say vehemently.
He looks at me intently. "I am not asking you to date me. I am asking for just one night to clear the air since we will be working together for a while."
I ponder on that a little, and I notice the hope on his face, so I decide to squash it. "No. That is not a good idea," I say.
"Why not?"
"I have a boyfriend." I mean, maybe that was a lie, but I was dating someone. The only thing is that we were not official yet, but Lucien does not need to know this.
He looks at me, and says, "It is not a date Genevive. Just an outing between two people who used to know each other."
And have two kids together. Obviously, I don't say that part out. He does not need to know that, and he will soon be back in New Jersey, away from me and my children. Knowing how persistent Lucien can be, I say, "I will think about it."
"Text me," he says.
"I don't have your number." I blocked and deleted it when he treated me like garbage. He nods. "I will text you with another line instead," he says. I nod, and the moment he leaves my office, I let out a breath of relief.
There is no way I will be going out with him. I will block the new line he texts me with.
True to his word, he texts me, and I make sure I blocked him the moment I realized who was texting. He has no right to text me after treating me garbage.
The next day at work, I am surprised to find that Mr. Blackwell is in the office. I plan on ignoring him, but he immediately greet me, and I begrudgingly greet back while greeting my other colleagues.
"I would like to have a word with you Miss Genevive," he says.
I frown and ask, "Why?"
He almost grins, and says, "According to your marketing director, she asked me to ask you about the means of advertisement for this new project."
My frown deepens, and true to his word, she texts me. "Why am I not going through your managing director?" I ask annoyed to have to spend time with him.
He shrugs and says, "I have no idea." Seeing the glint in his eyes, that resembles that of our daughter, I breath in sharply as if I am seeing a ghost.
When he sees my facial expression, his furrows and he asks, "What is wrong?"
I shake my head and say, "Nothing." I walk to my office and he follows me. I try as much as possible to keep a smile on my face even though I want nothing more than to stab him. The moment we get into my office, I breathe a sigh of relief, and thank God that I dropped the pictures of my kids in the drawers. I am not keeping their identities a secret, but he does not need to know them if he will not be present in their lives. I also need to know how long he is here before he knows they even exist. I need to find out if he even wants kids.
He might probably want custody since I did not tell him for a while, but that is his business. I tried contacting him. If I had gone to his office, I would not have been allowed since he treated me like a piece of trash.
I sigh, and immediately start showing him about the advertisement and marketing plans. I am sure I am nervous, and he says, Genevive, calm down."
I look at him in question, and ask, "What do you mean?"
"Why did you block my number Genevive?"
"Because I did not want to speak to you Mr. Blackwell," I reply.
He gives me a look, and says, "No one is here, you can call me Lucien. Answer my question."
I grit my teeth, and say, "I have no reason to talk to you Mr. Blackwell." I make sure I emphasize on the Mr. He clenches his jaw and I continue, "There was no reason for you for you to talk to me Mr. Blackwell. Anything that needs to be said will be said in the confinement of the office."
"I want us to go out on a date Genevive," he says almost pleadingly.
"And I do not want that sir. There is nothing left to discuss. You have said what needed to be said. If you want to rehash what happened, do it without me. I want no part in that. Now, don't you have to see the CEO so that you both can talk?"
He looks at me and sighs. "I know I have no right to ask for your time Genenvive, but I am sorry."
"If you really were sorry, you would have apologized when you found out. But you had to wait for your mother to push you to this office. Please shut the door on your way going. I really have some work to do, and I am sure you do too Mr. Blackwell."
He looks at me, and leaves my office. I sigh and rest on my seat. I try as much as possible to conceal the anger, but I am seething. I try to take deep breaths, and after a while, I concentrate on my job.