Made To Believe ✔️

Chapter Seven

DIANA'S POV

"Still thinking about pretty boy."Salome asked as she walked out of the back with a freshly baked chocolate cake.

My mouth watered at the sight and I was about to reach out for a piece when she slapped my hand away. I didn't even fight her on it, I'd just wait till she was out back to gorge on it.

"Aren't I always thinking about pretty boys?"I retorted.

"Yeah true but this time it's just the one. It's been two weeks Dee. You know where he works, why don't you go back there and ask him out?"She suggested and my heart nearly beat out of my chest.

"What?! I can never do that.""I spluttered quickly rejecting the idea.

"It's the twenty first century, you can do whatever you want. Women ask men out you know."Salome continued.

"I know but not in my case."I replied and she scoffed at me.

"You're just making excuses. Anyway I'm going back to my baking while you continue moping."

"I'm not moping."I mumbled but she with her cat ears heard me.

"Yes you are and don't you dare eat that cake Dee. Eating your feelings doesn't make them disappear."She jabbed one last time at me before walking through the back door and leaving me gaping at her.

The nerve of that woman. She was lucky we were bound together for life as she was the mother to my nephew otherwise I wouldn't have allowed her to get a free pass for that statement. I opened my book to resume my reading with a frown on my face. Twenty minutes later I realized that I was just reading the same sentence over and over again without understanding anything so I shut the book.

I stood up and straightened my grey checked dress before strutting lazily towards the Fantasy section. I'd just had books delivered and I had been putting off arranging them. It was the perfect time since I didn't have anything better to do. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and it was fairly busy in the book cafe. I was still close enough to the check out counter to handle the sales so I didn't overwork Salome and Sophia.

Two weeks later and I was still thinking about Kareem. I was no closer to figuring out what to do than I had been when I left him standing by the side of the road. He had actually asked me out and me like the gaping fool I was left him hanging. I could have at least told the guy no but my mouth could not properly form that word. I didn't have the guts to reject him when deep down I wanted to say yes and have him take me out. Dating Kareem would be a dream come true but there was still the little detail about me knowing too much of his past. How could I be sure he was not the same womanizing drug addict he had been? My heart was at stake and I didn't want to risk it.

Salome had thought it would be fun to install one of those bells on the door that let you know when the customer walked in. It was not fun for me and I was close to marching there and ripping it from its screws with my bare hands. I turned my attention to the door and standing in all of his glory was Kareem holding an adorable young girl in his arms. The same young girl in the photo I'd seen in his office. I quickly ducked behind the counter and took my seat hoping I was properly hidden by the flower vase on top of the counter. My heart was racing and my mind whirling with lots of questions. What was he doing back and why did he have to bring his possible daughter with him? Also why did he have to look so good in those blue jeans and rolled up sleeves?

Luck was not on my side as his heavy footsteps approached the counter and knocked twice on it. If I didn't answer his call Salome would and there was no way I was letting that loud mouth meet Kareem. Plastering a fake smile on my face I straightened up allowing him to finally see me. He smiled when he saw me, his dimples popping out and I almost swooned. Why did he have to have dimples?