Finding my way back (KOV #4)

A Night Full Of Regrets

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West Mitchell Collins

After our problem got solved by talking to each other, Cece and I went back to work because the two of us are not done yet. I still have a lot paper works that I need to review then I have to put my signature on it or ask Ms. Romero to give it back and re-do it properly, I haven't even check the recent reports from my team members due to my tight schedule, I only had a few hours to take a break and eat something before I passed out.

I'm a strict type when it comes to work, I don't go easy on anyone just because we're close or we are connected to each other. I'm not even tolerating my own brother's mistakes because work is work. I always separate my personal life to my career and that's the reason why Cece and I will often act formally towards one another to avoid any issues.

We can cuddle and show affection to each other when we are inside my office or outside Villa Amore but inside the hotel itself where everyone can see the two of us flirting with one another? I don't think so, she wouldn't like that either. Her attitude is still the same, she prefer us to be happy in private than in public which is fine for me if that's what she wanted for now.

As Cece's boss and husband, I'm very proud of her. If I could just shout her name and tell everyone that I'm in love with her, I would really do it without any hesitations but since she wants us to be in private? I'm respecting her decision. It might be for our own sake as well, she would never decide on something that will put the two of us in vain.

It's already passed twelve midnight, I'm still stuck in my swivel chair while reading some reports from my team members. All of these reports are great news and I see that everything is under my control but there's a random letter here that says: "One of the hotel's waitresses caught our attention because she's really good looking, can we use her as our model?". And I don't know who the fuck sent it until I saw his name.

The name of the sender is Mr. Tristan Harris, he's a Canadian Photographer. He's not familiar to me, in short? He's not a known photographer yet. I knew a lot of famous photographers all over the world but I don't know him at all. He must be a new guy, but of all people? Why would he choose my wife?

He can just choose my secretary or my other employees instead.

My wife is a gorgeous woman so this things can't be helped and it's definitely out of my control but I don't trust that photographer because I don't know him at all, I know nothing about him nor about his career as a new photographer in Canada. If I showed this letter to Cecelia, she will surely accept this without a doubt because this is a good opportunity for her.

But If I will decide to keep it and pretend like I saw nothing at all then she suddenly found out about it, she might think that I'm not supporting her and I'm not letting her achieve her dreams. I love her so much and I have always support her with everything that she is doing, but I don't trust this guy.

I'm still reading the goddamn letter over and over again until I suddenly heard a fucking knock on the door, it scared the shit out of my soul. It felt like my soul just left then it bounced back to my body, this is not funny! Who the hell did that?!

When I saw the door opened, my wife was there...

I take that back, I'm good now. I mean, everyone can feel terrified and surprised sometimes. Besides nobody saw that I jumped off my swivel chair, only I did so it doesn't really matter. I should just calm down and find a way to make Cece turn this offer down before I put a bullet on Mr. Tristan's head.