A Night to remember : Book 3

Chapter 4

****Kira****

His words were fresh in my mind with the searing passionate kiss he gave me sent heat flushing through me. 

"I want you for lunch." He murmured near my lips.

 I had no time to respond. I couldn't. I just melted into his sensual kiss and savored it all.

 "So, no panties on my platter." he pointed out.

It left me with the goofiest smile on my face. With that sensation tingling through me and anticipating the quick arrival of 12pm, I continued on my road to do something productive this morning. 

 Light cleaning. Yes! Cleaning.

I had a walk-in closet that Prada and Jimmy Choo has over run and it needed serious organizing. So, I  forged in and began.  After some time of light dusting and finally placing everything in order, I knelt down to the floor and began stacking Max's shoes in their spot. We have the habit of just kicking off our shoes and leaving them there. Although Constanza made her rounds for cleaning, we barely made the effort of helping out when we should. Besides, it would be good practice of keeping this zone of the house in order. After Max's last lust filled escapade of cornering me in here, laying in the floor in the middle of an array of shoes was least on his mind and to tell you the truth it was least on mine. 

With a warm flush of heat on my face just remembering the things he said and the things he did. WOW...I shook my head to clear it from my heady thoughts and I continued on until I finally got to the last shoe in the corner when my hands brushed against a box. I stopped to look at it.  I pulled it closer and realized right away it was the box my mother aka my aunt gave to me that belonged to my biological mother.

I never opened it. I never had time because it was right away after she gave it to me, that I ran off to Amsterdam and since then I forgot about it.

I was unsure of what to do. Obviously it was given to me. But it was hers. My mothers.

It was ...Personal.

Curiously I opened it with the questions forming in my mind about what could be inside. Placing the lid aside, my eyes landed on the various things in it. Personal Treasures you might say.

A couple of letters, trinkets, her class ring, a hair bow, another class ring larger than the first and at the bottom a pink book with a locked clasp.

It was her Diary.

I paused as this sudden sensation stole over me. A part of me stumbled with the all familiar question. 

 Should I?

I mean the box was given to me. But there were things not meant to be seen. Secrets not meant to be seen. I struggled internally with what this meant. I will finally get a glimpse of the woman that gave birth to me.

Yes!...I finally decided...

I should...

I know you are disappointed that you can't applaud my restraint. But I had to cut straight across to answer my question to this emotional and ethical dilemma.

To read it or not to read it?

I took a deep breath and searched in the box for the key to it. After finding it at the bottom, I opened it and a picture fell into my lap. I picked it up and my breath hitched in my lungs. My eyes roamed over it. It was a photo of both of them.

My mother and Max's dad. The resemblance was stunning. I stared at it for what seemed a minute or two. They were absolutely beautiful. The love and desire they felt for one another was so visible and undeniable. That unmistakable mutual attraction leaped off the photo. It made me shiver.