For Better or For Worse

Chapter 37---I Still Love You

Mia's P.O.V.

"That...whore!" Jessica spat as she got the eggs from the fridge.

"I know." I got two of them and cracked them open without looking like those professional chefs and added them to the batter. Jessica and I were making a vanilla cake. I only bake vanilla cakes when something's wrong.

"Mia, hold me down before I rip off her head myself." Jessica held on the edge of the table and she looked like she was already clawing it.

"Relax, Jess. It's my problem, not yours." I gave up in mixing manually, so I set the batter up in the mixer.

Claire looks like a barbie doll! Literally! That luscious strawberry blonde hair, baby blue eyes with that pale complexion, she's a long-legged beauty, not tall, only long-legged. We are at the same height, but she's ugh! No wonder why Carson had an eye on her.

At the same time, my blood is boiling. Why were they together? Did Carson bring Claire along?! Were they both together in Chicago while Carson was having his court cases? Did they date behind my back? Did they--shoot, did they?!

"I know! But she's a desperate, possessive bi--"

"What's that, Jessica?" mom strolled in the kitchen holding a magazine of some sort.

"Nothing, Aunt Linda. Just being a good girl."

Mom squinted her eyes at Jess making me laugh hard. "I thought so, Jess. And watch your language, little lady." she sat down on a stool facing me. I was folding the icing furiously as mom looked at me. "You, okay there, sweetheart?"

Hotheaded, I just threw the bowl and rubber spatula on the table and leaned on the table. I am not okay. Nothing I do makes it okay. I then heard the doorbell, making me look up. I told my mom that I would get it. I wiped my hands and walked to the doors. Opening one, I saw Carson holding a bouquet of pure red roses.

I just folded my arms over my chest and looked at him. He has that apologetic look on his face that makes him so cute and--no, Mia! Don't get fooled by his cuteness! I know he looks adorable right now and...ugh.

He handed me the bouquet and I saw a card was on top.

'Wear something as beautiful as you. We'll have a special dinner tonight.'

That was it?! No 'I'm so sorry you had to see me and my ex kissing passionately in the airport' note? Or 'I've been a jerk'? These are definitely not the words I expected from him now.

I looked at him. His eyes are pleading, no words came out from him, and I didn't expect him to. I just nodded and his face suddenly lit up.

I know I'm supposed to be mad at him, but I couldn't stand it! I've been dying to see him again and now I'm mad at him.

Love over hatred.

I couldn't help it, but I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, his strong arms caught me in time and he starts trailing kisses from my cheek to my neck, making me giggle. I miss this. Every single second.

Without further notice, a tear slipped down my cheek. I cupped Carson's face and I crashed my lips on his. He didn't take long in returning it. It was long, and I wanted more. How I miss this man in front of me right now.

"I missed you." I mumbled against his neck, inhaling that scent I missed.

"I missed you most." he kissed my earlobe, and it felt ticklish because he was growing a stubble. I didn't notice that earlier.

"Why don't you shave? You look older than my dad." I joked, and I heard that silly laugh he does whenever I joke. They were like the soothing sounds of wind chimes during summer.