Something about this man standing right in front of me felt right, I couldn't explain the feeling but being around him and sharing these moments gave me peace, a type I never felt when I was with Marcus.
I felt his warm lips crashed against mine and I couldn't hold back. His kiss was so soothing, I couldn't push myself away even though I really wanted to. His hands ran through my hair and my waist and his touch felt so magical.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking" he said, pulling away from me.
I needed the words to say, it's alright, I also wanted to but I just remained silent.
"I think we should leave" he said and he walked away ahead of me while I trailed behind him.
It was a very awkward moment Walking back into the house because he kept his distance from me.
'I shouldn't have let him', I thought to myself. I promised myself I wouldn't get into any entanglements with him and here I was doing the complete opposite. I couldn't entirely blame myself, he had a hold on me I had no control over. I was slowly loosing myself to him and I couldn't help it.
The day went by and I didn't see him anymore, it was almost like he was avoiding me. I knew he was in the house but he didn't stop by the room, not even once. I made up my mind that I would go to work the next day to help me clear my head. It was a good thing I wasn't going to be working as his secretary anymore. Keeping my distance from him would be really good for me, I didn't want any more complicated situations.
I went to bed that night with a lot running through my mind but I had little or no solutions to all my problems.
"Good Morning ma'am, let me show you to your office" Dante's new secretary offered as I picked up my stuff I had left off at her desk, which used to be mine for only a few days back.
"Sure, thanks" I responded.
My new office was an amusing luxuriously furnished one. I loved everything about it, everything was perfect and there was a huge portrait of myself hanging on the wall. I wondered how they managed to pull that off so fast but obviously there wasn't anything money couldn't do (figuratively speaking).
I sank into the soft executive chair behind my desk, it was so comfortable, I could sleep in it, coupled with the air-conditioner.
Just as I settled in, I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in" I responded loudly, hoping whosoever it was would hear me.
A slender looking Lady who seemed about my age with blonde silky hair walked in holding a bouquet of flowers and a gift box.
"This came in for you ma'am" she said gesturing towards the things in her hands.
"Put them on the table" I ordered.
She did exactly as I said and attempted to leave.
"Wait, who are they from?" I asked her
"It's from the boss ma'am. Your husband" she replied.
"You two make a really beautiful couple" she said with a really big smile on her face.
"Thank you. Here take one,"I said, pulling out a stem of rose and handed it over to her.
"Thank you so much ma'am," she said with so much excitement written all over her.
"By the way, who are you?" I asked
"I'm Missy ma'am, your new personal assistant" she replied, somewhat confused that I wasn't aware who she was.
"Alright Missy, go on now"
She shut the door behind her as she left and I couldn't not notice her accent. She sounded more like a country girl, maybe from Texas, I guessed.
I looked through the gift box and it had a written note in it. 'Welcome back to work baby', it read. Dante, call me baby? It was definitely just for show. I was certain all the other workers must have seen it before it got to me, very crafty.
I opened the gift box and it contained a bunch of self care things. It was thoughtful of him. I spent my entire day at work practically doing nothing important, I didn't care as long as I got to move around and I got to drive that sweet Maybach Dante gave to me. It was the highlight of my day, I could drive around in that car for hours and not get tired.
I stopped by the mall on my way back home to get a few things, for some reason I felt like cooking. I always felt bad Mrs Abigail was always the one doing all the cooking by herself, even though she always didn't want me to help, I was determined to make dinner.
I got home, had a quick bath and went into the kitchen to make my special rice and chicken curry sauce recipe. It had been a while since I cooked an actual meal and it was a whole lot. Dicing vegetables was my least favorite part of cooking this particular meal but I didn't want any help. I heard Dante's voice from a distance and my nerves began to tingle I had no idea when I cut myself with the knife.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed and grabbed a paper towel to put over the cut.
"Mom, the whole house smells too good, what are you cooking?" Dante yelled from whatever part of the house he was in but it sounded really close by and my anxiety took the best of me. As I struggled to wrap my hand to stop the bleeding, Dante walked in.
"Are you alright?" He asked, rushing over to me.
"How did this happen? Why are you cooking? What is wrong with you?" He threw questions at me.
He hurriedly rushed to grab a first aid kit to dress my wound and as he cleaned the cut with Spirit, I couldn't control the pain, I began to sob silently.
"What? Are you crying?" He asked, lifting up my chin.