She re-adjusted her bag, and
stepped onto the train carriage. As she did so, a strong hand enclosed her delicate
wrist pulling her back. Unwillingly she turned around, already knowing who she
was going to face. Being on the train meant that she was just about the same
height as him, his dark eyes stared knowingly into hers. She tried to stare
defiantly back, but she felt a tear roll down her cheek and she was furious at
herself for letting him see how much he had hurt her.
‘’I am so sorry B. Really really
sorry’’ he apologized in his deep voice
She shook her head in response and
tried to release her hands but his only just tightened in return.
‘’It was a drunken mistake, the
stupidest fucking mistake I’ve ever made, you've got to believe me! She meant nothing to me. God B. you
have to forgive me, just say you’ll forgive me! ’’
The tears flowed freely down her
face; he used his free hand to wipe them away. At his touch, her resolve
crumbled and she pressed her face into his hands.
‘’I trusted you Cal, everyone told
me to stay away, but I trusted you’’
Calum hated the sadness and hurt in
her voice, and hated the fact that it was him who had caused that. She looked
so small, her narrow shoulders hunched over in defeat. He let go of her wrists
and enveloped her in a hug, trying to convey all the regret he felt in the
simple gesture.Brooke breathed in his familiar
scent, and pressed her face closer into his chest. Calum was still wearing a suit,
which meant that he had probably just returned from work when he found the note
Brooke had left. The note was an act of weakness on her part, but she knew that
if she gave him a chance to explain she would be persuaded into forgiving him. That was the thing with Calum; he was handsome, charismatic, smart. And he knew it too. It was a deadly combination, and she should have known better but his smile was so dazzling and just like every other girl she fell for it. Because that's what she was, a silly girl who had the misfortune to fall in love with her boss.
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