Chapter eight

Raleigh pov

He is one of a kind.

“That jerk will get a piece of my mind!” I mumbled, puffing.“Did you say something?”

“No,no.” I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

“Please forget everything that happened. Act like nothing ever occurred.” He said, with a face filled with disappointment. I nodded in response.

“Hey Mr. Dunner,” I called.

“Yes Leigh.”

“You're every woman's dream, one in a million, please don't feel inferior for not accepting your love. As much as I don't feel anything for you, you'll meet “the one” soon. Sooner than you think.”

“Yeah, I get it. That isn't a problem.” He said, forcing a smile onto his face. I knew then that I had failed him for not feeling the same way, but…I couldn't help.

“Should I tell you something?”

“Of course.” “ You're the best boss ever, and the woman who will later end up with you will be the luckiest woman. “I said. I knew everything I said wasn't helping in any way but I needed to spill it all out, because truly, he is the best boss ever.

“Thank you Leigh…” he said.“ You don't need to thank me, it's the fact.” I said, and before he could utter another word, with the bouquet in my hand, I gave him a large hug. Probably it helped this time.

“What are you doing Leigh?” He asked. I perceived innocence in his voice. Did I act weird? Oh,no.“

”I just needed to appreciate you, that's all.”

“It's alright, love in most cases doesn't come as you want it. You just have to wait till your match made in heaven comes. And that ain't a big deal, I'll just wait.

” I was flattered. How true is that?

His name was Cain, my high school crush. We were best of friends because he was naturally kind and generous (those are the kind of people I love to deal with) to people in general. But there was this undefined closeness we had, and there I was, thinking he was in love with me…

Long story short, you know how it goes, I confessed my love for him, blah, blah, blah. Come on now,we all know how it ends.

I felt his pain (Mr. Dunner). The one person he loved did not reciprocate it, and he was going to wait. He was wise, I concluded in my mind.

Unlike some toxic dudes who will keep on pestering the life out of you.

We both chuckled, looking into each other's eyes. But behind those bright eyes were regret. Perhaps he regretted popping the word. But what if I was into him and he never poured his heart out? He'll be tagged as inferior. But I'm glad he did.

At least he wouldn't live with regret in his heart, knowing he didn't tell the girl he loved his feelings for her.

“I'll have to go now.” I said and was about to drop the bouquet.

“Please, keep it. Please…” He pleaded.

“Oh, ok. “ I said in a weird manner, wondering at his request.“

Carter will drop you off.”

“Oh,no Mr. Dunner, you've done more than enough for me. You really don't need to.”

“Please, allow me. Besides, it's your birthday, permit me.” He said.

“You've really done enough. Come on take a look at the decorations, the gifts…they're all cute. You don't have to bother.”

“Leave that to me.” He said. “You sure?”

“A hundred percent.”I was about to leave when he rushed to open the door. By then, my hand had firmly held the knob and his hand was on mine. I suddenly felt strange (for good). His touch…

I quickly withdrew my hand and he did too. He then opened the door. I was astounded. The CEO of one of the biggest media houses in California. One of the most stylish and richest lad in California, holding the door for an ordinary lass like me?

Hold on, that statement wasn't made out of an inferiority complex. It's just…I'm flabbergasted.

“Thank you.” I said, and walked out and he followed solely behind, shutting the door. He was a one-of-a-kind, gentle man. Not like my ex didn't treat me that way, but he(Mr. Dunner was on point.)

One thing I'm fascinated about is his physique. Interesting to say his properly built body was better off than Mason's. I also love his black eyes and brown curled hair. And when he dresses up in his black tuxedo, it's always breathtaking.

But the funniest part of all these is that I never had any feelings for him, which I love cause I'm not ready for a broken heart at this phase of my life.

“Bye Leigh.” Victoria bidded, winking at me. I'm sure she thinks something happened. Dirty mind I said and laughed to myself. I looked around but no one else was there, except Victoria.

I walked out of the organization and a Limousine was parked. The chauffeur got off the driver's seat and opened the door for me to get in. Which boss does this for an employee?

“Thank you once again.” I mouthed, as I got in. Mr. Dunner stood afar, staring at me.

He rather responded, making the “perfect” sign with his hand.And zoom, the driver drove off.

Everything seemed quite different and special. I felt like a queen in her kingdom. The shades were more beautiful. The boutiques, coffee shops, restaurants…everything, everything looked different. Won't I say the pedestrians looked more beautiful too.

Then again I had another thought, if Mo’s ears hear of anything,, she'll blast my head with crazy suggestions. Should I tell her, or should I not? That was what my head questioned me.