Forty three

Vega POV

Staring at the bottom of my wine glass didn't make me feel less edgy in the fancy restaurant that Zach had decided on.

He was so calm and collected that it made me uneasy. I felt as if a rollercoaster was going on inside me. When I'd almost fallen in the office, he'd taken the hit so that I wouldn't get hurt, and because of that I almost had hope that he cared about me even tho that rarely seemed to be the case. I remembered our conversation in my mother's kitchen, and I knew all those things he'd confessed to me had been true... I figured they were even tho he said being with me had been all a game for him.

"I don't have all day Miss Vega, so maybe we should cut to the chase".

I sighed and dropped the piece of salad I'd picked up with my fork.

"Why are you doing all this Zach?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow. I know it was because I was calling him by his name but I wasn't going to retract.

"I thought you already had it figured out Vega. Do you need me to confirm it for