Maeve
I am surprised to see flowers. They are so beautiful. Lilac and daylilies. I put it on my office vase. There's no note from where it came from. But I like seeing it. In my life, no one ever does give me a flower. Not even my husband. Though he wasn't that romantic with flowers, he's much a money spender and brought me things.
We went to the bar since we are going to have a meeting about our main topics. And tomorrow is Friday and we must finish discussing the new book and what to release. I had read a few of it and I am interested in a certain thing. We must sell a thousand copies for a month and more that's our goal at that moment. Since we had sold hundreds and hundreds than the last year. I was just an intern as the recent editor train me.
I order another vodka and the barman said that everything is already paid. Since it will be our last drink. We had decided. We all look at the man who paid for all of it and I just can't take my eyes off the man. I blink trice just to make sure that it was him and it was really him.
"I think I know that guy." The manager of finance, Martin said. "He's the owner of the building the recent CEO that is now a chairman."
"Wow, I didn't know that he's that hot and handsome." Janice the manager of advertising mutter. They started talking about him and I excuse myself and walk toward him.
He's stalking. That's why I can feel his presence. He smelled good. The perfume that I brought him last Christmas. I told him to wait and I go back to them.
"What was that?" Sam asked. The guy who kept hooking up on me.
"He's my husband." I just said. "Can we please go back to the discussion? What's the new adds that will come?"
We started discussing and I can't even focus correctly. He's watching our every movement. I excuse myself to powder room and pee and think and think. What should I do now that he's here? Would he ask for annulment? Would he tell me that he is finally with Alyssa? I go back there and after five minutes of finally deciding, we adjourn our meeting.
I walk toward him, and he took his card and slipped off from the barstool. He almost falls so I hold him. He embraced me and smell me. Damn, I've been longing for his touch. I make him lean on the counter and I scoop his cheeks.
"Why did you drink a lot?"
"I'm waiting for my wife." He caressed my hair. "My pixie." I miss that code name he gave to me. I don't like the smell of his mouth, but I love him. He grows hair on his upper lips and on his jaw.
"Where's your hotel?"
"Nearby." I take him outside, his arms around me, and his fingertips brushing on my breast. I can feel my nipples get hard on that touch of him. I use my car and get him in. I put a seatbelt on him, and he kissed my temple. "Come back to me." He's not asking for any breakup and I'm relieved. "Please,"
"You have to fix yourself," I told him. "Don't appear in front of me drunk again." I close the door and walk around to the driver seat. He put his hand over my knee, and I push it away. I start the car and went to his hotel. He gave me the keys to his hotel and I just park on the front parking.
I hold him until to the elevator and find where it is. A suite and then I unlock the suite. I turn on the lights and walk him to bed. He held me until I am over him. He caressed my hair so carefully.
"I miss you."
"I do too." I pull him up to remove his jacket, the one that I brought to him. I started unbuttoning his shirt and remove it.
"You… make love to me?" he started kissing my face.
"No." that make him stop. I caress his face. "Just sleep. Okay, we can meet tomorrow when you are sober."
"No." he shook his head like a child. "Don't leave." He sniffled. I sigh and remove his shoes. "Please don't leave." I stop and sat beside him. I get frozen when I see him crying. "Don't leave me again." It breaks my heart that he looks that hopeless. "Please, Maeve—babe." He gripped my hand.
"I won't leave you again. I'm just waiting for you. But at this moment, you must sleep and sober up. So tomorrow we could see each other again. How about that?" he doesn't know about the kids. So, I couldn't bring him to the house. He shook his head stubbornly.
I make him wash his face and brush his teeth and tuck him into bed. I glance at my wristwatch and I lay beside him. He tried hard to make love to him, but I wasn't ready. He got paler and he got dark circles, a sign of not sleeping well but he's so welled shape. I make his pillow on my arm and started rubbing his ear for him to sleep.
I stay there and maybe had fallen asleep. And I glance at my clock to see that it is already one in the morning. So, I gently took my things and put my shoes, and left the hotel. I drive fast home and get my keys and get in. I close the door and set the alarm. I went to the fridge to grab something to eat and warm water.
"You came home late." I got startled at Grandma.
"Yes. You wanted something, Grandma?"
"Just warm water dear." I did give her warm water and I lean on the counter.
"Do you know that Zac is here?" Grandma shrugged. Well, she knows.
"You meet him."
"Yes." Grandma grins. "He's drunk and I have to bring him to his hotel and make him sleep. He's not sleeping well."
"Uhuh." Grandma nodded. "I'm sure that he's fine. He's a grown man." She sipped on her water. "He needed to meet the kids as well." I nodded at grandma. We didn't let him know about the kids, because I don't want him to get back to me because I was pregnant when I left the Philippines. I just know when I collapsed at the airport.
I check my children that are on their beds and kiss them. I take a warm shower that soothes my whole body and get to bed. Since I'm so fucking tired of all the work. My eyes open just when I thought that I had fallen asleep. But it is already eight in the morning. I immediately get up and hurried on the shower. I didn't take any breakfast and brush my teeth. I kiss my children.
"Tell him," Grandma said as she feeds the children.
"Okay, okay!" I drive my car fast. I'm fucking late on my appointment. The valet will park my car. I get in and ask my assistant to bring me breakfast. Something to eat and my usual drink.
I apologize and sat down as the presentation of our graphic organizer and illustrator shows. The writer of the book was with us and she asked a lot of suggestions and so on and forth. I take note of it as I drink my chocolate and eat my pancakes.
"You get a rough night last night?" Martin joked. I only chuckled.
"You are thinking wrong, Martin." After the meeting, I went outside to have a fine lunch. I wanted to eat a lot. But I got startled when he blocked me and look down at me. I gape at him.
He bent down, wrapped his hand around my spine, and one scooping my face, tilting his head a little, and press his open lips to my gaping one. He started nipping my lips, my whole body froze as electric waves wake my soul from that sensual touch of his lips to mine. I gasped and pull him, to me and kiss him back deeply as he takes the lead.
Just fuck, I wanted him now. His kiss touches my soul more than ever. I'm craving for him more. His tongue trusted to mine as I follow his sensual lead. His hand gripping on my back as my fingers dig on his scalp. We quickly grasp the air to fill our lungs and kiss each other again. Until I wake up from this thing that we are in a very public place. I push him and flush around the people who are glancing on our way.
"We can't do that here," I mutter to him and shove my flushed face on his jacket.
"We can do that. It's a free country. And there's no PDA sign." I giggle and wrapped my arms around his waist
"I promise you a talk today."
"Just talk?"
I nodded.
"We can't just work everything out through sex." He asked with pleading eyes. "But I want you, right now."
"NO." though I wanted to. "Why won't you go home with me?"
"But,"
"Do you love me?" that's all matters now. He gapes.