When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Oh,” said Millie as she adjusted her glasses. “He’s not coming. Don’t waste your time waiting for him. It’s useless.”

“You mean, Nick stood me up?” The realization came slowly to me. Millie simply shrugged, but didn’t respond.

Suddenly, anger and humiliation boiled inside me. I furiously dialed his phone number.

I heard the ringtone in the background. It was connected. When the rings stopped, I opened my mouth to scold him but choke on my words as I heard the voicemail on the other line.

“He hung up?” I turned to Millie and showed her my phone screen in disbelief. “How dare he hang up on me!”

She raised her eyebrows and looked at me, as if it had nothing to do with her.

At first impression, Nick seemed more like a sweet and innocent guy, but suddenly he was different. His bad attitude caused my annoyance. I quickly stood up and wore my jacket. “Get the car ready. I will not let him get away that easily.”

“Where are we going?” asked Millie.

“To his office.”

I were there the entire

in. It

it on a hanger. He walked to his desk and asked his secretary for two cups of hot

happy. I bet you’ve got yourself a deal in a multi-million-dollar project. We should celebrate it over a glass of wine instead

at me from his chair. “Don’t mock me,”

him. “You’ve changed so much. You’re as bold as brass now. Not only you stood me up, but you also ignored my call. I believe this little mocking is trivial

tension was so thick in that big

silence. His secretary brought our drinks in and placed it down on

exasperation. “What do you want?” he asked as his

to do?” I finally vented out my anger. “When did you last go home? Have you ever held your

face darkened when I talked of his