Standing right in front of Mia's door, he sent screenshots of the weird messages to his email account accompanied with "track down this number."
[Yes, Boss.] Came Andrew's reply with a shocked emoji.
Putting the phone back into his breast pocket and loosening the first three buttons of his shirt, he aborted the thought of Vanessa sending him such a message that came off as creepy to him, especially after their last encounter.
Shaking the thought off, he felt his side pocket for the engagement ring he bought. Clearing his throat which seemed to tighten just as his hand was about to knock on the door, he straightened his already well-ironed shirt before proceeding to knock on the door.
He gave the first knock but there was no reply. Thinking she was asleep, he knocked harder, his Rolex watch rattling under the forceful movement.
"Mia?" He called, shifting his hair from the corner of his eyes.
'Did she go out?' He questioned himself after knocking yet again and not receiving a reply.
Checking his watch, it was a few minutes to 10, and he tapped his feet on the floor as he thought of a thousand reasons why she wouldn't answer the door. He thought of calling her but waved it off; he would come off as needy and desperate, and that was the last impression he wanted to leave in her mind.
'What if she went to see a friend?' He thought, but it occurred to him that in all his years of knowing Mia, he had never seen her relate with anyone on a personal level.
'Has she always been lonely?' Came a question, he immediately wiped off his mind.
"Why do I care? Why should I care?" He questioned aloud as if by the mere action of that, the urge to think about her would be expelled from his mind.
As darkness enveloped the sky, growing thicker with Reynoldo's impatience, a thought flashed his mind and he found himself tightening his jaw.
'To hell with that!' He yelled in his head, shoving the explicit mental image down to wherever it came from.
"Number 9, subsection 1 of the contract agreement." He muttered to himself, bobbing his slowly to contain his impatience and conjuring a mental image of the contract.
[9. – On no account shall any partner interfere with the private life of the other, no matter the situation.]
"But damn it! She is late!" Rey exclaimed, searching his mind for any clause in the contract that mentioned not being late to a date or a meeting. Finding none, he made a mental note to include it later.
Not wanting to invade her privacy because all this was just a pretend relationship, he walked out of his position. Walked close to the window and leaned his back on the wall, his hands in his side pockets, his head tipped back and resting against the wall, his left leg bent to support his body as he looked at the night sky.
"I can't let my emotions get in the way this time." He reminded himself with a sad smile.
"They are all after my money by the way. She is too." He chuckled but paused when he heard a low voice wafting from the space in the half-open window into his ear.
His head jerked toward the direction of the window, and his ears twitched. Maybe it was his imagination. He calmed himself down but when he heard her low voice again, the memory of what he had said earlier imagined popped right back into his head.
"What is she fuckin' doing fuckin' with another man?" His hissed, dark cloud covering his face, his jaws tensed as he picked himself right up, walking towards the door with fast but firm steps, he kicked the door open.
It gave a bang sound making the singing Mia stop for a bit, pausing the song that had been on repeat.
"Hello?" She called out, her voice unsure if she heard something or not.
"Or maybe it's just in my head then." She said again after not receiving a reply, going back to clicking on the play.
"…boys only want love when it's torture, don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya…" She continued singing loudly.
Reynaldo's jaw dropped open at the sight before him. Mia's room, painted and decorated mostly in baby blue and pink, looked like a newly built psychiatric home for newly admitted crazed individuals.
Clothes were randomly placed, almost covering the floor and leaving no place for the tile to be seen, her bed scattered, and packets of cheese and crackers left half opened.
Rey's face twisted as he took in everything, her loud voice in the bathroom making his lip subconsciously spread into a smile.
"Was she always this different and carefree?" He questioned, strolling to sit on the bed but not without bending to pick up the clothes obstructing his way.
At the corner of the bed good enough for him to sit, sat a deep blue cup bra staring back at him. He winced at the thought of touching it.
He contemplated leaving, but second-guessing the use of leaving after just kicking into her room, he picked up the bra with the tips of his index finger and thumb, holding it far away from himself.
"Si…si…SIR!!!" A shrill voice came from the direction of the bathroom.