Liar

Charles:

Why do I always say the wrong things? I questioned myself as soon as Pamela left.

I knew I couldn't say it straight that I still loved her but then I would have said something better other than what I said.

My life sucked real bad, and I kept getting entangled in things I couldn't handle. I had Chloe at home, and once Pamela returned on Monday, I would have to act like nothing happened between us.

Seeing her made me happy. She was better, and she looked as pretty as ever. Deep down I wished I could hug her.

"Sir," I heard a knock on my door from the temporary secretary.

"What do you want?" I growled at her for cutting me off my fantasies of Pamela.

"You have a visitor," she said.

"Tell them I'm busy, and…"

I was about to complete my sentence when the door flung open, and an angry Chloe walked in.

"Oh, it's you," I said.

"Yes, it's me, and why is the new secretary acting up? I'm your girlfriend for fuck sake, so what the hell is this disrespect?" She asked, raising her voice.