Discovering My Past

Chapter 7- Sweet Dessert

Isabella's POV

I spend the day doing some reminiscing. I drive through my old neighborhood to see what has become of my childhood home. It looks pretty much the same from the outside and so do the rest of the houses in the neighborhood. I see a man with his daughter in the driveway. He's trying to teach her how to ride a bike. It brings back memories of my dad doing the same thing with me. I miss him so much. A stray tear makes it way down my face at the thought. Then I go to the park where Tiffany and I used to hang out. I see the bench we carved our names in that said BFF's forever. I laugh realizing how untrue that was. Would things have been different had I not left and had Tiffany not been a backstabber? I am not sure. I still don't understand Jake's motive with me. If he had thought about me
all these years, why didn't he try to reach out? Find me on social media? I just doubt that he really cares about me as much as he says. I have been cheated on and tricked by every guy I have ever dated. Why is he any different?

The day goes by quickly and I contemplate canceling on Jake, but I feel like he might show up at my hotel if I do so I decide to go. I arrive at his building and he buzzes me in. I knock on his door and he opens the door looking absolutely breathtaking. He is wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and jeans that hug his body perfectly. I feel like my eyes might bulge out of their sockets at the sight of him.

"Hello beautiful." He says as he takes my hand pulling me inside.

"Hey Jake." I say bashfully. Being in his presence makes me feel like a shy teenager again.

"You have a really nice place." I say trying to distract myself from him and his drop dead gorgeous self.

"Thanks. I like it too. Nice view of the city." He says.

"Yes. Beautiful." I say.

"But the sight I really love is you being in my apartment." He says.

Of course I blush even though what he said was cheesy it still makes my heart flutter.

"Yeah, yeah. Stop." I say trying to hide my embarrassment.

"There you go again with that blush and that bottom lip being bitten." He says as gets dangerously close to me.

"Thought we were going to eat?" I ask trying to distract him.

"We are. Come sit." He says.

He leads me to his dining room table and begins to serve us food.

"Spaghetti?" I ask.

"Absolutely. I remembered it was your favorite." He says.

He is not lying. It absolutely has always been my favorite.

"Definitely." I say.

We eat in silence at first. Just enjoying the meal.

"Did you make this?" I ask enjoying it's deliciousness.

"Yep. I have watched a lot of cooking shows over the years to teach myself some things. If I was going to be a bachelor for life, I needed to learn to cook." He says.

"Bachelor for life my ass. All the girls get naked for you I am sure on command." I say.

"Nope. There's only one that I want that to happen with." He says with a smirk.