My Lovely Bastard's

Worries

Zack peeked at the phone he had hidden behind a desk, waiting for a report from the person he was waiting for. Shortly after, the phone screen lit up. Showing a message,

'We ordered the food, and I told you the bill was put in your bill.'

after seeing the message Zack sighed in relief, Zack looked at the colleague and friend sitting in front of him.

"You look riled up, is something bothering you?" Zack shook his head, though,

"Only a small matter, how is your company?" The man smiled, though,

"Walking well thanks to you, tumben Rey didn't come? I know she used to stick to you at lunch?" Zack rolled his eyes puffed up,

"He said he'd be back in New York for a while, you really don't intend to open a branch again? here maybe?"

"No, I opened a branch in Saint Louis only my wife often protested. Especially if at LV," Zack chuckles,

"If you change your mind, you can call me Sean." Sean nodded.

"Are you going home to a hotel or straight to New York?"

"I have another need, maybe after that I can just come back." Zack nodded, though,

"Actually if you're here to spend the night in my mansion I don't mind" Sean looked at Zack,

"Yes, you won't mind. But I'm still very nervous" Zack looked strangely at Sean,

"Of course, we're just getting to know." Sean chuckles, though,

"Yes, yeah whatever." Zack was about to reply to Sean's words, but his gaze was fixed on the tiny woman who was walking gracefully about to walk out of the cafe.

Zack was about to say something to Sean, but when he looked to the side. Sean was no longer beside her.

Zack's forehead creased in dislike when he saw Sean who was already near the exit while holding the woman's wrist, Cassey.

Cassey looked surprised, after which Zack actually saw the scene that made his brain boil. Cassey hugged Sean, and Sean awkwardly hugged Cassey back. Zack unknowingly walked quickly up to them, having reached behind them Zack cleared his throat.

Sean let go of his embrace, turned to look at Zack.

"Oh! Zack, introduce this to my best friend my wife and my old school friend. Cassey," Zack stared intently at Sean's hand, which was still straining his arm, Cassey,

"I'm the designer, the new designer he's working with." Zack stared in dislike as Cassey cut through his speech, let alone looking at Cassey's panicked face.

"Well, I didn't expect the world to be this narrow. How about we sit together and have coffee?"

"No, I can't Sean. I have business," Cassey replied quickly, even too quickly.

Seen once Cassey did not want to engage in the conversation that was there, Zack smiled wryly.

"Ah, did you bring a car?" Cassey shook her head,

"Then my hotel is not far from here. I'll just give you Nery's stuff and then you can go right away. Can't you?" Cassey nodded.

                          ***

Cassey continues to curse his decision, wanting him to hit Sean on the head. Because of Sean, here he is. Sitting with his head boiling, next to Zack driving his red Porsche.

At first Sean and himself will take a taxi together, but when hearing the idea. Zack immediately offers himself to drive them, under the pretext of still wanting to talk to Sean. And Cassey really wanted to immerse Sean's head into the sewer in front of him, excitedly nodding his head in agreement.

Although Zack only talked to Sean who was sitting in the back seat, but Cassey still felt upset. From the start he was very, very avoiding Zack. Hate it? Of course, isn't that normal after what Zack did.

Friends, really. But isn't it very painful when you've given your whole heart to someone, but he breaks your heart instead. So Cassey thinks that's a natural thing, anyway,

"Cass, you wait here and I'll get you to my room for a second." before Cassey was about to answer Sean's orders, Sean was down first. Leaving Cassey and Zack in the car,

Cassey was staring out the windshield of the car, all this really sucks. Cassey was grinning when she felt a cold touch to her hand, and when she found out it was Zack's. Cassey looked directly at Zack with a gaze full of hatred,

"Didn't I tell Mr. Maxwell? I hate physical contact with other people." Zack looks hurt from his bead, Cassey doesn't care. Zack pulls his hand away from Cassey's.

"Cassey, you deserve to be angry about what I did to you first. But can't you hear my explanation?" Cassey laughed mockingly,

"Examination?! Explanation or justification? You don't think what you're doing is wrong, whatever."

"No, it's not like that. I'm not forcing you to forgive me, I just want you to listen to me." Cassey stared at Zack fiercely, he really hated talking about this.

"I don't know what you want, I'm just asking you not to reveal it, we're just coworkers. So don't take our personal things with you, Zack, even if you're a professional." After saying that, Cassey went straight out, slamming the door of the expensive car hard. He didn't care if the car was damaged or Zack was offended, Zack was already really making his mood worse.

TB