the wrong kind of love #28

Chapter 28Back at work the next day, Mandy tried her best to avoid Brian , while he tried his utmost best to get her to talk to him. Every time he tried, or even went close to her desk, she answered a call, totally ignoring him. Brian muttered a soft “fuck” every time and walked back to his desk.“Fuck it!” he spat, logging onto his computer. Sam heard him and looked at him.“What’s up?” she laughed.Brian sighed and shook his head, “Nothing!” he mumbled, looking at Mandy and sighing.Sam looked at Mandy and then back at Brian, “Forget about her, Brian. She is married!” she sighed.“To a wanker! Have we not established that already?” he snapped.“You don’t know that!” she giggled.“Yes. Yes I do. And I also know what he is doing and who with! I know more about him than she does!” he snarled.“You know?” she gasped.Brian sighed and nodded.“Then why don’t you tell her?” she questioned.“Coz I don’t have any proof. And did you not tell me just the other day not to get involved?” he muttered.Sam sighed and nodded, “Well, you will be the one to lose out in the end if you do!”“How was the movies yesterday?” he sighed, changing the subject.“Meh. Shane got his own way and took me to see some crap about fighting. What is it with you men and those kind of films? I mean, do you need to see them just to feel all macho?” she moaned.Brian smiled, “The sight of blood makes us feel more like men!” he smirked jokingly.Sam giggled, “I can actually believe that. I ended up falling asleep on Shane’s shoulder!”“Oh dear!” smiled Brian.“Nah. Shane don’t mind. He actually prefers it that way. At least he wouldn’t have to put up with my constant questions!” she giggled.Brian laughed, “I love how close you actually are!” he said sarcastically.“Wouldn’t change him for the world!” she grinned, “Anyway how about you? How was the pub?” she asked.“Pretty quiet…Until I went home!” He sighed.“Why? What happened?” she asked curiously, “Pulled, did ya?” she winked, nudging him cheekily.“NO. I wish!” he sighed, “I knocked on Mandy’s door, declared my undying love to her, announced what a prat her husband is and then I punched him!” he shrugged, as if it was the most normal night ever.Sam’s mouth fell open, “You beat him up?” she gasped.“Well, he punched me first!” he answered defensively.“That explains the fat lip then. Why did he punch you?” she asked.“Coz I called him a dickhead!” he mumbled.“OH my god. Brian!” she gasped.“And coz I told Mandy that he doesn’t love her and I could give her one, which is something he doesn’t do!” he smirked.“Jesus Brian. What are you like?” she gasped.“He deserved it!” he mumbled.Sam just shook her head and sighed, “OH Brian!”“Bu he is a dickhead, though. The biggest one I know. He so does not deserve Mandy. Now she doesn’t even want to look at me, let alone talk to me!” he sighed.“I should imagine not!” she snorted, “You punched her husband for fuck’s sake. And insulted him!”“Who did you punch?” asked Mark, suddenly joining them.“Mandy’s husband!” sighed Brian, “And now she hates me even more than she already did!”Mark winced, “Oooh ouch. That lip doesn’t look too healthy mate!”Brian shrugged “No, I should think not. You should see what I did to his eye though!” he smirked.Mark saw Mandy heading to the kitchen for her break and then looked at Brian, “Now’s your chance. She has gone for her coffee. Go and talk to her!” she nudged him.“She don’t wanna listen to me, Mark!” he sighed.“Well, Make her listen!” he rolled his eyes, pulling him up. Brian sighed and looked at the kitchen.“And what do I say?” he asked softly biting his lip.“I dunno. Apologise and tell her you were drunk and you didn’t mean it! Just make something up. Just go!” insisted Mark, pushing him away.Brian shook his head and slowly made his way to the kitchen. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest and his mouth suddenly became dry. HE took a deep breath, exhaled, opened the door and walked in. Mandy looked at him briefly, sighed and got back to making her coffee.“Finished boasting to your mates about beating Nicky up last night, have ya?” she growled.Brian sighed and shook his head, “I was not boasting!”“No, course you weren’t!” she sneered, “Just coz I have that headset on does not mean I have lost my ability to hear, you know?”Brian shook his head, “I was only talking about what happened!”“What do you want, Brian!” she moaned.“I think we need to talk!” he shrugged.“I have nothing to say to you!” she answered coldly.“But I have plenty to say to you!” he insisted.“I am not even remotely interested in anything you have to say” she sighed, walking towards the door with the mug in her hand. Brian folded his arms and blocked the exit with his tall frame. Mandy stepped to the side and he did the same, denying her any access to the door.“Get the fuck out of my way Brian!” she sighed.“Not until you hear me out!” he answered defiantly.Mandy sighed and walked to the table. She put her mug of coffee down and then looked at Brian as she folded her arms and raised her eyebrows.“It was wrong of me to have gone to your house last night and do what I did. I admit that!” he started.“No kidding!” she spat.“Please Mandz. Do not interrupt me ok? This is hard enough as it is!” he sighed.Mandy nodded and continued staring at him.“I was drunk, Mandz. OK, so I did know what I was doing…The whole thing…but I was so drunk that I just didn’t give a shit. I would never have done that had I been sober. I swear!” he explained.“But you still did!” she hissed.“I’m sorry ok?” he sighed.Mandy continued staring at him, “Do you have any idea about the trouble you have caused?” she asked, tired of hearing his excuses.“I can imagine!” he mumbled.“NO. no you cannot imagine. Your pathetic excuse for an imagination just won’t let you to imagine. My husband slept in the spare bedroom last night because he was mad at me!” she growled.“Mad at you? Why?” he shrieked, looking at her with his eyes as wide as saucers.“Because he thinks I have been blabbing about our personal life and about my sex life to you!” she shouted, pointing at him and digging her finger onto his chest.Brian just stared at her, “But you have!”Mandy’s face changed. She started pacing around the room, trying to think of a come back. She was rendered speechless. She gave up though. He was right. She did talk about her sex life with him.“OK. Fair enough. I did. But he didn’t need to know that. I told you in confidence. Now he thinks I hate him and he won’t even talk to me. He thinks I have been slagging him off behind his back!” she grunted.“I’m so sorry babe!” he sighed, bowing his head down.“Sorry? You’re sorry? And do you think that Sorry is going to fix things? We had a full-blown argument last night, thanks to you. He will not return my calls, he will not speak to me...He won’t even look at me and all because of you not being able to handle your drinks. And you think that sorry is going to make everything better?” she shouted.“I dunno what to say!” he whispered.Mandy shook her head, “Well, I think you said enough last night. Now if you don’t mind, I am going to get my coffee and make one final attempt to get my husband back. The best thing you can do is move out of my way!” she hissed.Brian stepped to the side and let her leave. He closed his eyes and let his head bang softly against the wall, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chanted to himself.5 minutes later he walked out and back to his desk.“Well?” asked Mark, raising his brows.Brian shook his head, “Don’t ask. Just don’t fucking ask!” he sighed.Mandy walked into the accounting department and headed straight towards Nicky’s office. She looked at the desk right in front and noticed Charlene was not there. She sighed and shook her head, trying to block out her thoughts. The door to Nicky’s office was slightly open and he could hear a conversation inside. She stopped just outside and listened.“No. You just don’t get it do you? He knows!” argued Nicky.“So what? Who is she going to believe? You: her husband, or him: a deranged loser?”“She suspects. I can tell. She has suspected about us for ages Charlie!” he snarled.“Then tell her, Nicky. Break it off. Tell her you love me!”“I cannot do that! She’ll be hurt. Oh god, I cannot even bear the thought. I cannot hurt her Char. She means the world to me!” sighed Nicky.“Do you love me?”“You know I do!”“Do you love her?”“Yes. She’s my wife isn’t she?”“You have to choose, Nicky. Her or me. You cannot have us both. It doesn’t quite work that way. This has been going on long enough, hasn’t it? You always said you would tell her as soon as the time was right. Well, the time has come, Nicky. I am making you make a choice here, coz I am not willing to share anymore!”“I know that and I want to tell her, but I don’t want to see that look of hurt on hr face when I do. Oh god, it will just kill me!” sighed Nicky.“Look Nicky. I am not going to force you to do anything, alright? I don’t want to get in the middle of anything. I want whatever decision you make to be yours, not ours. I don’t want to be any part in what you choose to do. But I want you to know, I will wait for you for as long as it takes. All I ask is, please tell me if I am wasting my time. Just let me know!”“You are not wasting your time. You know that. I love you. I want you…I’ll tell Mandy!” “Are you sure?”“Yes. I will tell her tonight ok? I promise!” he sighed.“Ok. I’d better get back to my desk then before…”Mandy didn’t hear anything else. She just covered her mouth and ran off. She was in a zombified state when she walked back to her department. Mark noticed her walking in, in that state and nudged Brian, who quickly looked at him. He saw the direction he was looking at and looked that way. His face fell and he guessed. He guessed she had found out.“OH god. Mandy!” he whispered. He got up and ran to her.“Mandy? What’s wrong?” he asked.Mandy walked in the same zombified state to the kitchen, put her mug back on the table, sat down and covered her face with her hands.“Babe. Just tell me. What’s happened?” asked Brian sitting opposite her and prying her hands off her face.Mandy looked at him with tears in her eyes, “You were right. My husband is cheating on me! He has someone else!”