Chapter 8: Bad feeling

Caleb's POV:

She's sexy, no shit, but I've met and been with a lot of sexy women and never dreamed of them. Hell, just thinking about it made my blood boil. Finally, I made it. Looking around, I notice Kian's black Tesla in the corner. Thank God he's here because if I had come here and left, he'd have been really sorry.

I didn't bother heading to the locker room to change, as I was already dressed in my workout gear. This gym was exclusively for members, which I most definitely was not, but that's the only good thing about influence and fame, it granted me access to places I wouldn't have otherwise been able to enter and trust me to capitalize on that.

I headed straight for the private boxing and MMA studio. If there was anything I and Kian had in common, it was our love for martial arts, basically fighting in general. We loved seeing the pain on people's faces but after getting out of our treacherous past, we decided to unleash all that pain in the gym, even though it's on a dummy.

“Sup bruv” I said, interrupting his boxing session.

He walked over, a little smirk on his face as we shook hands. “You interrupted my boxing session. I hope it's worth it, because if it's not, I'll use you in place of that dummy” a little smile creases his eyes.

Just like me, Kian doesn't smile much, but when he does it's sincere. “You know, I'd like to take you up on that offer, let's see who's stronger” I challenge him. Knowing Kian, he loves a good challenge, so unsurprisingly, he accepted.

“Whoo bro. Like how are you still so strong? You don't work out as much as I do with all your work and traveling and shit, but you still succeed in beating me. Every. Single. Time.” Kian said, while wiping himself down with the towel. “You've gotta tell me your secret, man”.

Smiling, I run my hand through my hair. “I'm almost always working, but those times when I'm not, I put it to good use”.

“The only workout I know you do when you're not working, is bending some girl over,” he teased, earning himself a punch on the shoulder. “Anyways, you're here to see me, so…. what's up?” he asked more seriously this time.

“Yeah man. I almost forgot” I said and began narrating everything about the dream to him. “Bro, I don't know why I'll be having such dreams. I'm so confused, man” I said after narrating it to him.

He stared at me and was extremely quiet, and knowing him, I knew he was about to say something silly. Just as if proving my thoughts, he immediately burst into laughter, earning a glare that he didn't notice or maybe noticed and just didn't care.

“You see Caleb, this was what I was talking about. What other perspective do you want me to give other than the one already given you by your mind?” He laughed again, looking at me like I was a fool. I even began feeling like one at that moment.

“Okay let me put it into words so that you can understand. You. Want. To. Fuck. Her” he emphasized each word like I was a fucking kid.

“ I get that you think so man, but I genuinely don't want to fuck her” I try to convince him, or am I trying to convince myself?

“And why is that? Isn't she sexy and beautiful?” He lifted an eyebrow, a habit he's fond of doing when trying to make a fool of somebody.

“I know that man, but I hate her. Like so much bruv”

“Do you really hate her? Or you're making yourself believe you hate her?”

The question lingered in my head as I got on my way. Am I making myself believe I hate her?

I knew that there was something more to it, but what that thing was, I don't know. If it was nothing it'd go away, but if it's something, then I'm going to figure out what that thing is. But for now, I'm going to take it up a notch in my strive to make Amaris Carter lose her cool in that office of ours.

Getting into my car, I drive away thinking whether I should still go to the office, or if I should just go straight home. I couldn't decide so I headed home first to at least get a shower, after that I'll figure out whether or not to go to the office.

Amaris POV:

I've been having a very persistent bad feeling in my guts all day like a nagging sense of unease that something is amiss or about to go terribly wrong, so I'm being very cautious and conscious. I always listen to my guts, because my gut is never wrong, well it has never been wrong so far.

Before heading to work, I confided in Mia about the bad feeling I was getting, but she insisted I went to work, that if I got to work safely, then it might be related to my boss’s safety, which seems unlikely and even far-fetched. She's crazy, I thought to myself before heading to work.

To my utmost surprise and delight, getting to work, that prick of a man, Caleb wasn't there. Damn, I hope Mia was right. I really wish he got hit by a train, because that's going to be the best thing ever. But I'm not going to get my hopes up, well till at least an hour from now, to see if he comes or not.

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“For real though, something might be wrong. I've known him for almost a year now and he's a sucker for his job” Kiara gushed, “he rarely ever misses a day of work”.

I've grown quite close to Kiara in the space of two months I've been working here. She's as kind and endearing as she is beautiful, with her angelic looks. She comes around the office almost everyday to see Caleb, who's her boyfriend I think, and it always ends in ear-splitting, cringe-causing sex, I think that's what it even starts with.

“Look, I know he's your boyfriend and all but he's not really a nice person” I said, “so don't blame me if I say he deserves whatever bad thing that has happened to him” I muttered under my breath in hope that she doesn't hear me.

“Okay, first off, I heard you” she said in her smooth rich voice that reminded me of dark chocolate. “I get your point though, but I think there's a reason he's like that”.