"I hope I don't mess this up," I said to an empty hall. I have decorated it, well at least tried to. I lit up some scented candles from the front door to the hall. At the left, I set a small dinning area near the big, one-sided transparent window.She would be here any minute. I mumbled.
It's been a week since we returned from Florida. This whole week, we talked and got to know each other more closely. She told me everything about her and her family; her father died when she was a child and never got to know him. She says her mom never talks about him so she thinks that he was not a nice man. She told me she never cared though because her mother never let her or her sister feel his absence, but sometimes she wonders about him.
When she told me she is a Virgin everything in me suddenly stopped working. It's not because I was disappointed but because knowing that no one has ever touched her made me feel vincible. I know it's dumb, but I felt more powerful and strong. She will be mine not only her all of her, only thinking about that made me hard. I asked Emma for some time because I wanted her to get used to me first, I know see feels comfortable with me but I wanted her to see me not only as her boss or a friend but more than that. She was already hurt so much that I didn't want to do anything that could hurt her either knowingly or unknowingly. The day I saw her cry I promised to make her happy till the end of my life. She is not fragile but scared and I want to make her see that she could be happy and fall in love again. Yes, I am falling in love with her. Who am I kidding, I already did when I saw her for the first time, at the airport. I just didn't know that until she told me she trusts me and I didn't know that her trust meant the world to me.
"She means the world to me," I said to myself.
It's Saturday and yesterday I asked her to meet me in my home. I was thinking that she would say no, I don't know if she feels anything near love for me but when she agreed a hope sparked in me. I was on my way to a meeting when I saw a dress and that reminded me of her so I went to the store and bought it and asked them to deliver it to her apartment. It was a red strapless keen-length dress. She did call me after she got the dress.
"Derek, I told you before I don't like you buying things for me," I was finishing my work in my home office so that I won't have loads of work on Monday.
"I know, but when I saw that dress I couldn't stop buying it for you," I closed my laptop and leaned back on the chair.
"Didn't you get my note?" I asked. I sent a note inside the box so that she would know that I bought the dress because it reminded me of her.
"I did, but-" I interrupted her.
"No but, I would love to see you in that dress please wear it for me," I didn't know I could use the word please too.
"Ok. For you." She said softly and I smiled.
"Thank you, I am waiting for you." I said the last line of my note and she hung up the call. I know she was blushing that made me smile so big that my head started hurting.
I heard the car's tire screeching. I sent Taylor to pick her up. I feel jealous when I see her close to any man but I have to work on my jealousy even if I hate that. I looked through the window and found a beautiful woman getting out from the car. I went outside and met her halfway. She was looking more beautiful in that dress than I had imagined. She was looking breathtaking. I nodded at Taylor and he left. I looked down at Emma and kissed her, unable to control myself.
"I promised myself that I would behave like a gentleman, but seeing you in this dress is making me no where near chivalrous. You took my breath away, Love. You are looking beautiful." I said putting my forehead against her. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
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Love Within (Complete First Book)
Roman d'amourToday is my graduation day and I am so happy not only because it's my graduation but because I am getting married in two weeks with my high school sweetheart. Great right but then the worst thing happened. I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my...