The fine line (Episdoe 7) - by Zarah Writes

PART 7 Cynthia’s POV All weekend, I blew up Tunde’s phone.Texts. DMs. Mentions. Even voice notes.He viewed everything — not a single reply. By Sunday morning, I tried again.And this time, he finally responded. “Stop being dramatic. I told you no feelings attached.In the first instance, you forced yourself on me.You’re not my spec.You were flirty, and I didn’t want to make you feel bad — that’s why I went with the flow.You brought up the idea of a relationship, and I told you I don’t want drama.We agreed on friends-with-benefits.We make out, I pay you. Trade by barter.Stop embarrassing Zara. She shouldn’t be dragged into this.” My hands started shaking.Tears filled my eyes before I could even process the words.Trade by barter?He called me dramatic?After everything?It felt like my heart sank all the way to my stomach. ⸻ Zara’s POV I’d been texting Adam nonstop since Friday, but he wasn’t giving me the chance to explain.He thought I’d cheated.But I didn’t… right? All I did was reply to Tunde’s texts — nothing serious.Okay, maybe a little flirty, but nothing happened.Still, I had to fix it. I sighed, opened my phone, and there it was: a message from Tunde.The preview alone made my skin crawl. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.I liked you, but I didn’t want commitment.Cynthia pushed herself to me and agreed to the ‘no-strings’ part.I didn’t want to hurt her, so I went along.” I froze.He really typed that.With his whole chest.Like emotions were optional. Who raised this generation of men? I took a screenshot of the chat and sent it straight to Adam — my little “proof of innocence.”I told him nothing serious happened, that it was just messages.I apologized, added a bit of fine-girl charm, and just like that, he softened up.Still, deep down, I felt guilty. Guilty for flirting back.Guilty for telling Cynthia what Tunde had said.Because if I hadn’t, maybe none of this would’ve happened. ⸻ Monday morning came.I waited by the office gate for Adam, making sure he wasn’t still mad.We walked in together, hand in hand.People whispered, but I didn’t care — I was in control again. I told him I owed him a dinner date as an apology, and he smiled.Everything felt okay… for now. Cynthia walked in later.I went straight to her table.At first, she didn’t want to listen, but I took the blame for everything.All of it.I just wanted peace. When she heard that, she softened.She said she forgave me, that we shouldn’t let guys come between us.We hugged, smiled — like everything was back to normal. But then, Tosin from reception called my name.“The COO needs you in his office, now.” My heart skipped.I walked there quickly, nerves building with each step. When I entered, he didn’t even smile.He just said, “Sit down and wait.” His tone was sharp.Cold. A few seconds later, he looked up and said— To be continued.

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