Chapter 50

Amaris' POV

I had made up my mind. I wasn't going to try to get on Caleb's bad side anymore. Whatever stupid task he wanted me to do for him, I would do it without any complaints as long as it meant he was going to go away. Even if he wanted me to climb mount Everest I'd do it without complaining. If that's what I had to do to get him off my back then so be it.

"Oh that's fine. I already have a girlfriend so...." He shrugged his shoulders. He had a girlfriend? No wonder Caleb was so silent when he saw us at the bakery.

"Oh..." I raised my brows. "You have a girlfriend." I repeated sizing him up as I tried to sink his words into my brain but there was one thing that didn't quite add up. If he had a girlfriend, why was he so bent up about another woman calling him by his name and what side of the story was he talking about earlier? "Well that's surprising." My lips curled up.

"Really." He cocked a brow. "And why is it surprising?" He asked quite eager to hear my reply.

"Well.....first of all you are kind of famous so if you had a girlfriend I'm pretty sure many people would've known but I've never heard anyone mention anything about your girlfriend and secondly you're on the list of the most eligible bachelors in the country....doesn't that mean you're single?" I sized him up. "Don't get me wrong I'm not saying you're lying or anything, it's just...."

"No...I kind of get what you're saying but having a girlfriend doesn't make me married," he said. "I'm still a bachelor and also....my girlfriend is...." He hesitated before saying. "...Well shy and she doesn't like the whole fame thing I've got going so she just wants to stay hidden."

"Mhmmm." I stared at him with a scrutinizing look. I didn't know why but I had this nagging feeling that he was lying about this girlfriend of his but as usual I just shrugged it off. "Ok then...what's her name?" I raised my chin an inch higher.

"Fiona..." He answered. "Would you like to meet her?" He inched closer, narrowing his eyes into thin slits. Every ounce of doubt within me vanished when I heard his words. For him to ask that meant she was real...wait why did I even think his girlfriend was fake in the first place?

"Nah," I wrinkled my nose. "Not really." I slowly shook my head before silence settled between us and that was when I remembered to ask him what he meant earlier. "Umm....so what story were you talking about?"

"Oh...yeah. Caleb told me something about you lying to him about a family emergency so you could go clubbing with your best friend." A small gasp escaped my lips as they parted in surprise. No way Caleb actually told him that. What else does he tell him?

"You know about that?" I narrowed my eyes as a small smile crept up my lips although I wasn't exactly sure why I was smiling. He then dipped his head in a small nod and my smile widened when I realized he came here just because of that. "That's why you came all the way here?!" I glanced around before shifting my gaze back to his eyes.

"I guess..." He leaned back. "I wasn't really doing anything at the office and my PA handles everything so I had time." He told me. Oh so he had a PA just like his friend. I thought to myself and a part of me couldn't stop from wishing I worked for Kian instead. He seemed like a very easy person to work with and honestly speaking we would've made a really great team.

"So which part of my story exactly do you want to hear?" I leaned back, relaxing in my chair.

"Everything." A smug smile spread across his face. "Even the part about your grinding against a stranger's crotch." The smug look on his face turned into a mischievous one as he saw my jaw drop. Did Caleb really see all of that? What else did he see? What else did I do? I couldn't really recall the events that happened at the club that very night but just thinking about the possible things I would have said or done sent shivers down my spine. "What's wrong?" He raised his brows.

"I thought you came here to hear my side of the story and now you're just assuming I was.....dancing with some stranger." I frowned, avoiding the "grinding against a stranger's crotch" part.

"Okay I'm sorry," he let out a small chuckle. "I just wanted to see if I could make you mad, looks like it worked." He grinned.

"No it didn't work." I shoved him in the knee. "Cause I'm not mad. I was just.....well...." I paused searching for the right word to use as Kian arched one of his brows with a knowing look in his eyes as he patiently waited for me to speak, watching me make a fool of myself. "You're annoying." I said as my eyelids dropped watching him as his chest rumbled with laughter.

"I can be annoying sometimes but I can also be nice and sweet," he smiled, quoting me from the other day as I rolled my eyes looking away. "But you know...." I heard him say as I slowly turned my head to meet his gaze again. His expression was serious now compared to his playful demeanor he portrayed a few seconds ago. "You shouldn't have lied to Caleb. He really hates it when people do that." He said. "I'm even surprised he hasn't hurt you or fired you." My throat bobbed with a hard swallow as I processed his words. He probably thought I hit my head when I was in the elevator and I was going to let him think that. It's not like there was any need to tell him about it, it wasn't like he was going to go confront Caleb for my sake.

"Yeah...." I played along. "I'm surprised too but who knows he might change his mind and come back to check if I'm doing something wrong and end up punishing me." I said hoping he'd take the bait. "I guess I better get to work then." I pressed my lips together as I reached for the folders in my drawers.

"Yeah....maybe we can talk later." He pushed himself off my desk. Talk later? "Do you mind exchanging numbers?" He asked waving his phone at me and I couldn't stop myself from smiling. To think that the man standing in front of me now was a fucking business man who earned millions or even billions daily. Who would have thought that he'd be so free and easy to talk to.

"Not at all," I shook my head, reaching for his phone as he held it over my head. I had completely forgotten about the excruciating pain in the back of my head but I was suddenly reminded when I tilted my head upwards trying to reach for his phone.

"Oww," I hissed, grabbing the phone from him.

"It still hurts?" He raised his eyebrows before it relaxed into a disapproving expression. "And you still don't want to go to the clinic."

"It's fine." I typed my number before handing his phone over to him.

"How did you even hurt yourself in the first place?" My heart skipped a beat at the sudden question as I scoured through my mind searching for an answer. Gosh....what was I going to tell him now?