Forever Yours

Chapter Seventeen

I pushed the button and the sound of the doorbell reached my ears. A few seconds after the door opened and Miles appeared, shirtless may I add save for a small towel wrapped around his neck.

I couldn't help but look at his chest. His well defined abs were covered in water droplets that made it look more-

I tore my gaze from his chest and to his face and smiled, "hey Miles."

"Hey," he breathed and it was obvious he was checking me out with the way his eyes couldn't stay on my face. "What are you doing here?"

My eyes widened, "can't I come over to see you again?"

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts then he stepped to the side, "sure you can, come in."

"Thank you," I walked into his house, one that I've been in a few times in the past. "Here, bought this on the way." I gave him the bottle of Chardonnay.

He took it and his eyes examined it, "Chardonnay, thank you." He beamed. "You know you didn't have to get me anything, you've been here more than once." He walked to the wine bar at the corner of the room and placed the bottle on the glass shelf.

"I know, take that as a late birthday gift and an apology gift."

He smiled, "you remembered."

His birthday was on Sunday but with everything that was going on, I didn't remember at that time. It was only yesterday morning while in the office that I remembered.

"Yeah and I was wallowing in my pain too much to even remember that day. And to worsen it, I ignored you all day and after and-" I paused feeling the emotions overwhelm me. I took a deep breath before speaking again, "I'm sorry."

"Hey it's fine," he walked up to me and placed his hand on my arm. "I understand, you've been through a lot, anyone would feel the same way you felt." He gave me a warm smile. "You know what? I'm cooking so how about you join me in the kitchen and for dinner."

I grinned, "sure." I placed my bag on the couch and followed him into his kitchen. "What are you cooking?"

"Fried rice," he wiggled his brows and slipped on the T shirt he had laying on the counter. "And chicken of course."

I chuckled, "count me in."

He had already cut some vegetables before so I helped him with the rest and as we cooked we talked.

When I asked him how he spent his birthday, all he said was. "Nothing much," with a shrug of his shoulders.

"What do you mean nothing much? Don't tell me you stayed at home all day doing nothing."

"Precisely that," he nodded. "Except I ordered pizza and watched movies."

"Why?" I shook my head in disbelief.

"There was no one available so it was just me. It wasn't bad actually." He shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

"You know what?" I smirked. "I owe you a day out, a tour around Lagos, whatever you want."

He looked at me with a smile on his face before he nodded, "alright, I'm counting on that."

I felt bad for how I treated him and hearing that he spent his birthday alone just made me feel worse. The best I can do is a day to experience the real Nigerian life, he's been on the Island for most of his stay in Nigeria so introducing him to other parts wouldn't be so bad.

I tried not to think of what Andrew would say if he heard what I was planning knowing he wouldn't be so happy with it but I told myself that I don't care what he thinks. He's not my boyfriend anymore so it doesn't matter at all.