Did You Ever Really Believe Me?

I opened my mouth to speak but found myself at a loss for words. My hand clenched tightly around my bag strap, my nails digging into my palm. The pain was oddly soothing.

At that moment, his phone rang. He picked it up, glanced at the screen, then looked at me and answered without hesitation, "Hmm."

A woman's voice came through clearly, "Joy, where are you?"

"I'm busy," he replied coldly, without the warmth of affection.

"Do you want to come out for a bit? Or... you could come over to my place!" she suggested, her voice soft and sweet.

"Another time. I have things to do here," Joy said and hung up.

Feeling awkward, I quickly said, "Mr. Wilson, you seem busy. I'll take my leave."

Without waiting for his response, I turned to leave. But he was faster. In the next second, he had pulled me into his arms.