To Spy on Theodore Mateo

Selena

‘Noah Theodore’

My heart sang my boyfriend´s name as I rushed into his building, my clothes drenched from the heavy rain.

I rubbed my hands on my wet shirt to keep myself from the cold that threatened to penetrate my soul as I sprinted towards the elevator.

But it was occupied, so I waited.

Watching the lines on the elevator, I couldn’t help but recall how terrible the day had been.

I have been in the job for just three weeks. It wasn't one I was expecting, but the pay was good. I was even looking towards the monthly pay, which I have already calculated.

A huge part was supposed to go toward Josh's college fee, then the rest for moving into a new apartment closer to his school.

But who would have thought my senior manager, who has always been a dick, would suddenly get very bold towards his advancement?

He has always had his eyes on me, and I have avoided him like the plague.

Despite the unfairness others showed, I never reported to him, as I didn't want history to repeat itself.

So, I decided to be indifferent, but it didn't stop him from calling me into his office today.

“You have been avoiding me, Selena, so I’ve decided to be straightforward. I like you and want us to spend more time together, especially in the office. You don't have to work so hard with me around.”

He was flat, laying all fact with an underlying meaning to his request, and I knew a no would get me fired, but I wasn't going to be bullied, so I had to reply.

“What makes you think you are worthy enough to be in a relationship with me, Mr Clifford?”

He had looked surprised and embarrassed.

“I know there is no way for me anymore, but I would rather sleep with the higher-ups than let you. Your face could sicken me.”

His face has grown red with anger. But I didn’t care. Though I would have loved to say more to him, I left.

It wasn't easy getting such a high-paying job, and my only regret was not getting paid. I doubt my service would be acknowledged after my remark to him.

The elevator beeped, and Mrs Addison, who was sharing the floor with Noah, stepped out.

“Selena, you are here again. It must be nice for you, younger ones to spend so much time together.”

I smiled. “It is, but I came because of the rain. I need to change before heading home, lest I get cold.”

“Sorry, dear, the world is a little messed up these days. No one can tell the weather. You should have called Noah instead of coming up.” She looked genuinely worried.

“When you get inside, remember to take a cup of coffee before heading out.”

I nodded with a smile as she tapped my back before leaving.

Inside the elevator, I couldn’t help but tap my feet because of the cold, my hands rubbing together.

Instead of feeling melancholy, I needed warmth, and the only one to provide it was Noah.

We have been dating for seven years, and no matter how the world turned its back on me, Noah has never once did. In this world, he was the only person I could lean on. He saved me.

Noah was from a rich family, though he had fallen out with them, he has remained kind and patient with me.

The elevator door slid open, and I hurried out, dashing to his door and keying in the code. The door swung open with a beep, and I stepped into the warmth, feeling instant comfort.

But the warmth is replaced with confusion as I stare down at the shoes on the floor.

White heels were placed beside Noah’s brown ones, which I bought for his last birthday.

I bent down and picked up the shoes,

It wasn't mine, and it wasn't new enough to be gifted to someone. So, who does it belong to?

I closed the door gently and stepped inside fully, with the shoes.

The TV was on, but Noah was nowhere. He couldn't be sleeping as he wasn't one to sleep with the TV on.

He was too organized for that.

“Noah?”

I called, but silence came. I turned to the kitchen where we have spent so many memories together, only to frown.

Two glasses of barely touched wine decorated the space.

“Don't be like that now, you can't make me all wet again only to leave suddenly.”

A female voice sounded, and my heart sank as I turned, tracing the voice to the bedroom.

The once warm house turned cold, and I felt shivers run down my spine with each step I took forward.

“Hold on for a minute, I need to go pick up my phone, then get back to filling you up,” Noah's deep voice chuckled.

And I froze as my heart sank deeper.

That was Noah. There was no denial that it was his voice. I bite inside my cheek, looking at his room door.

I should stop.

Maybe I should go back. But how could I when my heart was threatening to tear apart?

But Noah would never do such to me. He would never cheat; he wasn't that type of person.

Maybe he invited a friend who was fooling around in his bedroom.

But as I held the doorknob with the shoes in my hand, I suddenly doubted.

Why won't he cheat on me?

I’ve never done anything important for him. While others saw me as beautiful and hard-working, he has only seen the weak, pitiful part of me.

I’ve never fully given in to him, even after seven years of us being together.

And whenever we were deep in having sex, I always ended up crawling away at the sight of his member. But he understood, because he saved me that night.

He has always understood me the best.

He couldn’t have been fed up, right?

If he were, then I could give in.

As long as he wasn't the one, I would give in.

“Selena should be ending work around now. I need to call her. Give me a minute.” The bed made a sound like he was getting down.

“Why do you bother showing her you care so much, if you don't mean it?” She whined.

“Hmm, because she is pitiful. You know the feeling you have towards a homeless puppy?” He laughed, and my heart broke.