Rafael

Chapter 28 - Did You Just Make That Up?

"Didn't I tell you how wearing your hair down would work?" My best friend beamed in excitement.

"That's all you have to say after everything I told you?" I groaned in exasperation.

"You were the one who made me come over on the night before your big date with Rafael Montero. It's hard for me to care about anything else right now," grinned Mel as she sifted through my closet, just like old times.

"I should have expected this," I sighed, watching her turn my closet upside down.

"Exactly, but also the whole thing about Paolo killing Rafael's father is wild though."

"I know right, it happened a long time ago, when he was a kid, most likely, and I know it's been well, a while, but shouldn't he still at least appear sad about it?"

"Hmm, wasn't he?" She asked, even though I knew she was only half-listening to me.

She was too busy thinking up ship names in her head.

"He didn't seem like he cared all that much about his dad because he was joking around with me seconds after he told me. He seemed to hate Paolo more if you get what I mean."

"I get what you mean but at the same time, don't overanalyze it. You're not his therapist, he has enough money to hire all the therapists in the world honey."

"I know but when I'm alone, which is basically every night in this apartment, my mind runs on all kinda things," I shrugged.

"I have two questions for you."

"Okay, shoot."

"Do you like him?"

Well, duh.

"Yes."

"Are you attracted to him?"

Like a needle to a magnet.

"Yep," I admitted,

"A little too much."

"Then don't worry, everything will work itself out, but for now, just enjoy the perks of dating one of the richest and hottest men in America. Aren't you glad he isn't old and bald?"

"If he was old and bald, we wouldn't be going out tomorrow."

"You're probably right," She chuckled, taking a break from ransacking my closet.

"He's taking me to buy a car on Sunday," I told her and she turned around to gape at me.

"He's buying?"

"No, I don't want him to buy me anything more expensive than dinner."

"Why not?"

"If what we have doesn't work out, I'll have to return the car, and even if he refused to let me do that, I would have to drive around in it every day, a permanent reminder of him."

"You're so negative, what if you marry him?"

I shrugged.

"That would be awesome but we haven't even been on our first date yet, how can I know if he's the one I'm going to marry?"

"I knew the second I met James, something in the back of my head said 'I'm gonna marry that guy.'

"All my mind said was 'I wanna have sex with this guy.'"

"Did you ever get that message from your mind about any other man before Rafael?" She asked knowingly.

"No, I mostly got 'I wanna kill that guy' or 'I never wanna see this guy again', stuff like that," I laughed.