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He has a point. It’s not that I don’t trust Charlize, but a part of me is intrigued to know what she’d say.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Text me her number. I promise I’ll be suave. I’ll also give her an offer she can’t refuse. Voila. You’ll have your answer and your precious heart will be intact before you get in too deep. Personally, I think it’s genius.”
“You should lay off the beers at lunch.”
He chuckles. “In all seriousness, if she’s as fabulous as you say she is and she feels the same way; she won’t want anything to do with me.”
“Yeah, I get it. Shut the fuck up while I think.”
“Well don’t think too long, motherfucker. I’ve gotta get back to the office, I’ve got a meeting in five.”
“Thanks for the pep talk.”
“Send me her number.”
I hang up before he can say any more.
While I understand he’s looking out for me, I also fear the outcome. What if Charlize is just a wolf in sheep’s clothing and all this was for nothing?
What if I’ve set myself up to look like a fool?
I guess nobody else will know about it, aside from Devon.
I swallow hard.
A text comes through and it’s Charlize in Hermes. She’s taken a photo of the luggage she just bought.
A smile creeps on my face and I try to push down the notion that Devon could be right. Maybe she is just in this for the money. It’s not like she could afford to go to Hermes before I came along. No. That isn’t fair. I told her to go there and make me proud. I know she acts like she loves spending my money, but she’s never once complained about the fact that she had to fend for herself when she got to America. She’s never once pointed the finger and blamed me for any of it. Sure, she may have been mad in the beginning about having to go with the old bag, but that had nothing to do with money.
Then again, love is blind.
I text her back.
Me
Good girl. Daddy likes to see you spoil yourself.
She texts me a selfie of her blowing a kiss and I smile.
I think about what Devon said about her being a gold digger, only out for my money and possibly to ruin my reputation. While all that could be true, I honestly don’t feel like Charlize is any of those things. Maybe that’s naive of me. Maybe I am just seeing the world through rose tinted glasses now, but it’s fucking wonderful.
To feel elated and have a spring in my step. To be excited about getting home to see her.
Today though, we’re meant to be looking at apartments. The more I think about it, the more that irks me because I want her with me. In my house. My home. Our home.
Me
I’m cancelling the apartment viewings. I’ll be stuck in a meeting all afternoon. Rain check for next week?
She replies back right away.
Charlize
Sounds good ??
Devon can’t be right. I won’t let him. I may not have known her in this capacity for very long, but I know how hard my heart hammers in my chest every single time I see her name on my screen. Or when she whispers my name when I’m buried deep inside her. It’s not possible that I could be fooled.
