A week after the horrible date with my mother I have become like a robot doing the work I have to do out of routine because of the feelings I have inside that I just don't want to face, feelings that might lead me back on a dark at that I thought I had overcome a long time ago. Today is the day I will cease to be that robot I am going to snap out of it, because today I'm meeting with Mark for lunch it's not going to be long, but at least I'm going to see him, I haven't seen him since that day. My way of passing the time is work, work that I have yet to put a dent in because of the entire shit storm that is my life. At least my mother hasn't bombed me with questions ad demands about the wedding. I have that small mercy at least, but no mercy I see with these books. They seem correct and precise at a quick glance, but once you get a closer look you realize the revenue doesn't quite match up with the capital and total earnings with what it should be in the books. I know that somewhere in my company, the company my grandfather left for me to protect, someone has decided to swindle money from me. Who I don't know I've checked with my accounting's to see if they can pinpoint where the leaks coming from, but they say whoever is doing this is covering their tracks very well. No matter because I know I will eventually find who is behind this and I will bury them so deep they will never be able to see the light again.
Okay, that was kind of dark. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, oh wait what time is it? I have to meet Mark for lunch soon, looking at the clock I see that it's almost 12, setting the books aside and gather my things. Walking out of my office I call back to my assistant that I'm going out for lunch and if I have any calls to take a message. He said that he would pick me up at the entrance so that we could spend more time together. Even though we are going to be spending the rest of our lives together, he still wants any chance he can get to spend time with me. It's so sweet, speaking of sweet there is the man himself looking dashing in his suite standing there waiting for me with that heart stopping smile he has.
"Hey Mark, thanks for picking me up for lunch, I bet your really busy, you didn't ha-"
"Of course I had to, you're my beautiful and as any gentleman would, pick up their lady for lunch, so here I am." He takes my hand and we walk out of the building to his car. Seated in the car Mark looks at me instead of starting the car, he looks at me with love and leans closer to, I close my eyes in anticipation for a kiss, but all he did was caress my cheek and whisper how beautiful I am into my ear. I open my eyes again smiling at him, even though I wished he kissed me. Maybe he's saving it for lunch and with that thought Mark started the car and we were on our way.
We enter the restaurant hand in hand and go to our reserved table. Mark pulls out my chair, like the gentleman he is, and then he goes and sits on the opposite side of me. The atmosphere is relaxed, like one of those moments when words aren't needed and the look of each other's gazes are enough to establish communication between the of us. It was magical, but magical moments never last do they, we were interrupted by the waiter coming to give us the menu. Yea lunch that means eating and talking not just staring into the eyes of the man you love, conversation is needed, even though it was great moment. Now to the menu, I am hungry so I don't want something small but will fill me up for the rest of the day. Hmm what about burger and some fries, a regular everyday lunch, nothing fancy. I tell the waiter and give him my menu and Mark gives him his after ordering a salad.
"So what do you want to talk about today Mark?"
"Well Gwen it's not that I have something I need to tell you, but really it's the joy of spending time with you. Every time I think about our future together it fills me with this overwhelming feel of right, like this, us together, is the right thing and that nothing could ever come between us." Mark explains with eyes so bright and vibrant that I know he's not just saying this to be sweet but that he actually means it. This is why I love this man he tells me what's on his mind and doesn't keep his true feelings away from me.
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RomanceUsually the fat girl is the outcasts and lives the life in darkness and nobody wanting her. That is true for 24 year old Gwen Sanders but she is far from an outcast she is the heiress to multi billon dollar company that was willed to her after her d...