142 Stalker (1/2)

The sun rose earlier than usual today. Carl drove to work after dropping Kim off. She was still in a dilemma as to whether to stay in school or not.

Although Carl had assured her whatever decision she made, he would accept it. For some reason, she did not want to increase the distance between them. She wanted to be as close to him as possible.

When Carl arrived, Chamberlain was not in the office. So he busied himself while wondering why Chamberlain wanted to watch him at all times when he should be in the finance department. Because of his boss he had to move to and fro a few times a day and he hated moving about.

With his lowered, he typed away on the computer. When he heard familiar footsteps, he raised his head.

Carl smiled mocking when he saw the state of his boss. Though he was dressed in a suit, his hair, neat, his face wasn't as sharp as the rest of his body.

”How was your first night?” Carl smirked.

Whereas Chamberlain glared at him, unfortunately, Carl remained unfazed. May be because he had grown accustomed to teasing each other that he was not as reserved and as polite as when he started working.

Carl wasn't sure when it began but teasing him was a lot more fun than he thought. Now he felt hate was too strong a word, he did not hate Chamberlain, he just disliked him a little.

He was even more pleasant now as compared to before.

”I heard the first night is usually more exciting.” Carl continued to tease. He was pretty sure Chamberlain ran away. He just couldn't help it.

He added, ”For someone who doesn't like his wife, you sure had fun.”

If eyes could kill, Carl would probably be dead. Chamberlain retorted, ”It's not bad, as compared to someone who has to stay celibate because his crush is his sister.”

Like a punch to cotton, his words had no effect on him. After all things with Kim wasn't as bad as Chamberlain speculated.

Carl grinned, ”I heard sister-complex is exciting.”

”Seriously, who's feeding you these worthless information. You keep ”hearing,” what did you see for yourself?”

”I'm speaking from experience, what do you know? A virgin like you wouldn't understand,” Carl said, shaking his head.

Chamberlain raised his brow. Then he smiled wryly, it was his fault. If he had not accepted Carl as his friend, he would not be hearing these sought of things.

Carl lowered his head to continue working. Though he appeared serious, he was gloating on the inside.

”For a kid, you sure talk more than you're capable. And do I appear so holy to you?” Chamberlain asked before walking away.

Carl grinded his teeth, 'Kid?'

”Yes, I'm just a child so we can't be friends!” He yelled, startling the secretaries.