Wrong Time Mr Right

Chapter One

Coves POV.

New York, Lumino Inc. 6:00pm

Finally after a long week of work I can go home. Though I wonder what different perfume Dylan will smell like today. I wish I could leave him.. but it's just too complicated right now. Besides, our 5 year anniversary is coming up in a month, maybe he will finally propose to me? But would I even say yes?

"Shit!" I screamed as I nearly rear ended the car in front of me.

I need to stop getting distracted. Maybe a drink with Layla could be good.

New York, Coves house. 6:20pm

I arrive home after a 20 minute drive from work, and place my keys on the kitchen countertop. I look over to see the open bottle of whiskey and see that it's half empty.

Dylan..

As I'm putting the cap back on to put it away I hear loud steps come toward the kitchen.

"Hello Beautiful"

Dylan comes up and wraps his arms around me from behind and grabbing the whiskey while he's at it of course.

"You want a glass? I'm gonna pour you a drink, you look like you need it. No offence." He says as he's making his way to the freezer putting ice in two short glasses.

"Thank you. I take it you've had a good week?" I take a sip of the whiskey on rocks as he sits on the barstool.

"As a matter of fact, I did. And I have great news!"

I stare at him blankly waiting for him to tell me. It's only ever going to be good news for him though, of course nothing to benefit me. 

"I'm going on a Vacation!!!"

I start choking on my drink out of shock. After taking a minute to calm myself I speak.

"I'm sorry, it sounded like you said vacation?" I ask.

"Yes my love, you heard correctly, well I mean, technically it's not vacation. It's still for work, but I have to leave the country for a month." He started walking around the countertop to get closer to me again.

"A month? Our anniversary is coming up at the end of the month, and you know I've got a party planned for it!"

I started to panic. How could he do this. I mean I'm not at all surprised, but it still hurts.

"Oh.. yeah! I'll be home for that! I promise." He says acting as if he hasn't forgotten.

"You can't make promises you might not even keep Dyl, when do you leave anyway?" I start making my way over to where he was sitting so I could face him.

"Uh yeah about that. I'm going tonight"

Now the drinking suddenly makes sense..

"Of course you are" I say rolling my eyes.

I get up off my chair and start to head upstairs to my bedroom.

"Wait! Where are you going?" His loud voice stops me in my track. I let out a heavy sigh.

"What do you think Dylan? I'm going to bed. Travel safe. I guess I'll hear from you when I do."

With that said I continued to make my way to my room where I would be alone all weekend. And for the next month.

Whatever. I could do with some alone time.

An hour goes by and my thoughts are interrupted by voices chattering downstairs.