"You have to decide what you think of me at some point, right? Shouldn't you have as much information as possible?" He gave me a small, warm smile. I felt like I was being given his best business pitch. It was working. Finally, I nodded. "I only have an hour or so," I said. "No problem. I drive fast and I cook fast," he said, and stood up. “I already know you drive fast,” I said with a heavy note of sarcasm. True to that statement, we were at his place in 10 minutes and there was a grilled chicken sandwich sitting in front of me in 20. I'd mostly sat quietly and watched as he'd buzzed around the kitchen. I wondered what it would be like to come home to him, and chat about our days at work as he made dinner. I shook my head to get rid of that thought. That wasn't why I was here. The sandwich was delicious, though. I couldn't help but make a noise of approval as I bit into it. He beamed at me, proud of his work. God, he was very charming like this. I wanted to let myself be charmed
CASSIUSI hadn't meant to ask Deira about seeing Makayla right away. It had just slipped out, my brain still fuzzy from our mind-blowing sex. I regretted the question as soon as I asked, and I felt Deira tense up. She pushed me off and went to grab her clothes off the floor.Well, I'd said it now. I decided confidence was the way forward."I know you probably don't want to think about it, but we have to talk about it at some point."She pulled on her shirt and started buttoning it, then finally looked at me."Well, I suppose 30 seconds after we finished having sex is the perfect time," she retorted.Her sarcasm irritated me, but I took a deep breath. I had promised in the letter that our interaction wouldn't be like last time in my office, and that meant no yelling and no bitter fights."We have to talk about it eventually," I said sternly. She finished buttoning her shirt and looked at me, crossing her arms."Do we?" she asked, and raised her eyebrows.I had to admire that she wasn't
After a long time on the swings, we went back over to sit with Deira, who produced a juice box for Makayla out of her purse. I sat on the bench, and Makayla climbed up into Deira's lap."So, Makayla, I have some questions for you, if you don't mind," I said."Okay. Ask me," she replied.I had a list memorized, about all her favorites and the kinds of things that she liked. I found out that she liked blue, and chipmunks, and "boy" toys like trucks and squirt guns, as well as making crafts and coloring. I mentally repeated all the answers to myself, wanting to be sure I could remember them long enough to write them down later.As we talked, I could feel Deira relaxing. We'd been at the park for almost an hour, and it had gone really well. I hoped she realized that every time could be like this, and that I would do my best to make that happen.There was a lull in the conversation, and then Makayla suddenly leaned over to Deira's ear and whispered something. Deira listened, glancing at me
DEIRAAfter I submitted my application, it only took Cassius's company a day to call and offer me the job. I wasn't surprised. I'd looked over the job listing, and I did seem qualified for it. In fact, I thought I might be really good at it. So, I happily accepted. The morning of my first day, I woke up early, and realized I was actually excited to go to work for the first time in a long time.Cassius met me that morning after I'd filled out all the paperwork for HR and insisted on introducing me to my manager personally. I let him walk me over to the PR department and give me a quick tour that ended in the office of the department manager, Mr. White. I didn't like him very much. As he shook my hand, he looked me up and down in a way that was more appropriate for a blind date at a bar than meeting a new employee. He grinned approvingly as if he liked what he saw, and he held onto my hand for a little too long.Still, he was very polite, and he was the head manager of the department, w
My heart was suddenly pounding hard. I licked my lips and walked slowly toward him.His lips parted, and I could see his breathing was speeding up. I reached the desk and leaned against it. He stood up, and started pushing my skirt up with his hands. While he did that, I undid my shirt and let it slip off my shoulders. When the skirt was pushed all the way up, I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling him close to me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. His hands were gripping my hips inside my skirt, and I could feel his erection between my legs. I rocked against him a little. He kissed me harder as he slid off my underwear. Then he suddenly stepped back."What is it?" I said breathlessly. I wanted him closer, not further away."Come here," he said, and held out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me off the desk and over to the window. He faced me toward the window, his hands undoing my bra. He slipped it off and cupped my breasts, kissing my neck and murmuring "The view's good, ri
CASSIUSI was excited for the day at the amusement park, and from the smile Makayla gave me as she climbed into the car that morning, she was excited, too. I was dropping Deira off at work on our way, so I had brought coffee for her and juice for Makayla.As Deira got into the car, she looked around at it in amazement."How many cars do you have?""Oh, I, um... I'm just borrowing it from a friend. I thought it would work better than a sports car." Deira nodded in agreement and didn't say anything else. I didn't tell her that I'd actually specially rented the car for the day. I'd picked the car with the best safety ratings, something that seemed practical. I knew Deira felt that my lifestyle was too expensive and flashy, and I was trying to show her that I wasn't like that all the time.I was hoping seeing me in a family-type car would make her realize that I could be family-friendly, too.It was just a short drive to the amusement park once we dropped Deira off. It was a local place t
I carried Makayla to her room, which was barely bigger than a closet. Deira was going to change her into pajamas, so while she did that, I looked around the apartment some more. It was a mess. Just from what I could see with my eyes, there were several problems that needed to be fixed, and I shuddered to think about what problems might be hidden in the walls. This was how they lived?The more I looked around, the more my heart sank. Before, I'd mostly offered to help Deira because I felt I owed it to her. But seeing the conditions they were living in was like a punch to the gut. It made me sad, and I also felt a pang of guilt. After all, weren't things this way because I hadn't been around? I knew that wasn't my fault, but I couldn't help feeling responsible for it anyway. I sat down on the couch to wait for Deira to come out, determined that I would do something to assist them.When she did come out, she seemed surprised that I was still there."You didn't have to wait," she said."I
DEIRAI was feeling cautiously optimistic about life. Cassius had asked his broker to send some apartment options, and amazingly, there were a lot of nice places that were in my budget. Makayla had spent a few more afternoons with Cassius, and she seemed to really like him.Work was still going well too. The first campaign I worked on had done really well, and I genuinely liked the team I was working with. The only problem was, my manager had just asked me to work overtime that weekend. Makayla and I actually had plans to meet Cassius for another day at the park. If I was honest with myself, I was really looking forward to it. Still, I was reluctant to say no, since I was the new recruit.I sighed, and texted Cassius to ask if he was okay going to the park alone with Makayla. As I predicted, he replied immediately, saying he was happy to help.The next day, Makayla and I met Cassius outside the company. She happily skipped off with him to go to the park, and I reluctantly went into th
I held the door for her to get into the car. My dad picked up Makayla so she could give Deira one last hug while I walked around to get into the driver's side. We waved at everyone, and I drove away. As we wove through the grounds of the estate, I kept looking over, stealing glances at Deira as the dappled sunlight flitted over her, turning her hair gold and making her skin glow. I could feel heat pooling in my groin and a desperate need coursing through my veins. I thought again at how long it would be until we got to the hotel that night, and decided it was simply too long.Instead of turning toward the main road, I looped us around toward the back of the estate. I remembered a particularly secluded spot that was perfect for what I had in mind. A few minutes later, I pulled the car to a stop."Is something wrong?" Deira asked, looking over at me curiously."Nothing's wrong," I replied with a wicked grin. "I just don't want to wait until we get to Hawaii." When she realized what I me
CASSIUSThree Months LaterDeira made a beautiful bride.Watching her walk down the aisle toward me, with all our family and friends present, I knew that I had made the right choice in asking her to marry me. In fact, I knew that every choice I had made since that moment I decided to step into that steam room, despite it unexpectedly being occupied, had been the right choice.It was a simple ceremony, because once I'd proposed and she'd accepted, we both wanted things to move quickly. Neither of us saw a reason to wait. So, our whole wedding party was just three people. Scott was my one groomsman, and Dani was her one bridesmaid, and Makayla was the flower girl. In fact, Makayla was something of a flower empress, having demanded to be put in charge of all the floral decisions for the wedding. When that happened, Deira just laughed and looked at me."She gets this from you, you know," she had said, smirking.For my part, I thought she had made great decisions. The flowers looked beauti
A few days later,I was standing outside a hospital room, fidgeting with my dress. Cassius took my hand, pulling it away from the floral garment."You look great," he whispered. "Don't worry." We were about to go into his mother's hospital room, where his parents were waiting to meet Makayla and I for the first time. Makayla was bopping excitedly beside me. She had been on cloud nine ever since Cassius and I had explained that she had grandparents, and they were waiting to meet her. I, on the other hand, was very nervous."Ready?" Cassius asked. I took a deep breath, and nodded.It turned out that I didn't have anything to be nervous about. Cassius's father immediately stood up and gave me a warm hug, and his mother insisted I come sit by her so she could hold my hand and talk to me. They both were very kind to me and, more importantly, to Makayla. Just as she'd been with Cassius, Makayla seemed instantly at ease with them. It didn't take long before she was chatting away to them, talk
DEIRALeave it to Cassius to make a dramatic entrance, I reflected as I stared at him from afar. Whether it was barging into my steam room or crashing into my car or running through the airport yelling my name, he never did anything subtly. I looked at him, standing there breathing heavily. Had he run through the airport looking for me?I glanced back at Dani, and she raised an eyebrow. She didn't have to say anything more for me to understand the question she was asking. That raised eyebrow said, well, what are you going to do? It might as well have said, well, Deira, what do you want? I hadn't expected to have to answer that question at the airport, right before we went through security, but apparently, that's what was happening. Now I had two choices.I could turn my back on Cassius, take Makayla's hand, and walk through the security gate toward a totally new life, or I could go over to Cassius and ask him why he was here. I could give him one last chance to be part of my life. It
CASSIUSThough my mother was doing well, I still spent the next week or so in the hospital. Now that I'd reconciled with my parents, I wanted them to know that I was there for them. But also, I knew that once I returned to my real life, I would need to talk to Deira, and I wasn't ready. Not because I wasn't sure what to say—in fact, the opposite. I knew that I wanted Makayla and Deira to be part of my life now, and forever. But we'd had such a rocky path, I was a little scared of how Deira would respond to me.So, I put it off for days, until my mom finally prodded me to leave the hospital."You've been here forever," she said. "Go home, get a shower, and get a good night's sleep. And then, once you're refreshed, maybe talk to your girlfriend about us meeting our granddaughter." She winked at me."She's not my girlfriend, Mom," I protested, feeling like a teenager."But you like her, right?" my mother asked, and all I could do was grin in response. "See," she continued. "You have to g
The next morning, Dani took Makayla to school on her way to work, letting me sleep in. I laid around her apartment all morning in my pajamas, then went for a quick run before getting myself some lunch. I was very consciously not thinking about work, or Cassius, or anything else. I had half-expected him to call me at some point, but he didn't, and I couldn't help but be relieved. I didn't think I could talk to him until I decided what to do about Mr. White.In the afternoon, I picked up Makayla from school and took her to the park to play. That night, the three of us made pasta and played board games. It was nice to have some time to just have fun, without thinking about all of the stress of the past few months. The next day, after dropping off Makayla at school, I found myself thinking about my blog. I hadn't thought about it in months. I went to the home page and started looking over some of my past entries. Before long, I found myself writing down ideas for new posts. It had been ye
DEIRA I had hurried inside after getting out of Cassius's car, but I didn't want to go back to Dani's apartment when I was so upset. I waited until I saw Cassius drive away, and then I went back out to take a walk around the neighborhood. I had meant to calm down, but I found myself reliving our conversation and soon I was crying. Cassius not believing me about Mr. White hurt even more than I had let on. I'd let out all my anger on him, but beneath the anger was a deep pain and a sense of betrayal. Why did he think I would make something like that up? What did I have to gain from that? And did our relationship mean so little to him that the word of an employee he barely knew was better than my word? That last part stung more than I wanted to admit. For all the ups and downs of our relationship, it had never felt meaningless to me, but it seemed for Cassius this always came second to his job. He believed Mr. White over me, just like he had taken a business call instead of watching
After I got my dad calmed down, I went to find the doctor. I wanted a clear understanding of the accident and my mother's injuries. The doctor confirmed that the coma appeared to be because her body had been through a trauma, and that there was nothing worrying on the scans. All her other injuries were minor, especially considering the severity of the accident, but we wouldn't know her true status until she woke up. I made sure he understood that I was the point person now, and that my mom was to want for nothing. He nodded and reiterated that there was nothing to be done but wait. The waiting was excruciating.I found myself wanting to call Deira, but remembering the look on her face as she'd slammed the car door, I didn't think that was a good idea. I called Scott instead. He offered to come to the hospital, but I asked him to take care of the business instead. That way, I could concentrate on taking care of my parents."Of course, man. Whatever you need. Anything else I can do?" he
The address wasn't far, and I made it there in twenty minutes. Deira was just taking Makayla inside when I pulled up. I waited in the car and a few minutes later she emerged. I was going to get out and meet her, but she walked right to the car and got into the passenger seat."I can't talk long," she said. "But I realized storming off like that earlier wasn't helpful, so I wanted to try to explain." She fidgeted, like she was nervous."I did talk to Mr. White," I said, wondering if what he said was true, and now she was nervous because she regretted her actions. At his name, she glanced over at me sharply."Did he admit what happened?" she asked, seeming surprised."He told me his side of things. Why don't you tell me yours?" At the phrasehis side of things, her face fell. She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. Finally, she spoke."He accused me of sleeping with you to get my job," she said quietly."What?!" I hadn't been expecting that at all, and I was so shocked I fel