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“You are remarkable, and I applaud how much thought you’ve put into my offer,” he commends.
“Thank you.” I blush and look down at my clipboard to distract myself.
For the remainder of the night, I walk around the outskirts of the event, observing the interactions between guests, the decorations and the food. I sign off with vendors and eventually make my way to my car in the parking garage underneath the building after a final walk through to make my way home.
I collapse into bed immediately, my body melts into the mattress with my eyes shutting upon contact and the world going dark.
Another day down, another day without Max.
Something that I need to get used to.
He was too good for me anyways.
MAXWELL
I can’t freaking believe it!
How have things come to this?
I guess the typical progression to the end of a marriage would be for a divorce, but I would have spoken to her if that was the path I had chosen. I admit I hadn’t been upfront with her and that she’s not aware of what I’ve been doing on my end about the new office location.
She doesn’t know how close I am to closing on a deal, and she sure as hell isn’t aware of what I’m willing to do for her, despite my saying it when we first met and over several conversations.
Why am I willing to move mountains to be with Peyton, when I wasn’t even close to doing anything of the sort for Marisa?
What is it about her that makes her different from anyone else?
Is it because she clearly doesn’t need me?
Does that make me need her more?
Or is it because I finally understand what love is?
I shake my head and continue with stuffing a few shirts into my duffel bag. I don’t plan to take much, after all, I will need to come back in a week to downsize and sign paperwork for the condo. But I need to finalize the deal on the new property, and I want to do that in person for more than one reason.
I look around my bedroom, wondering if I’ve left anything that I need behind, then figure to wing it. If I need anything, then I can buy it.
I have places to be. And a woman to win over.
* * *
Nerves rattle as I put my car in park in front of her apartment building. I haven’t seen her in almost a month, and every single day has sucked. But now, I’m sitting outside of her house and my body is pulsing with the need, knowing that she is so close.
I sit in my car longer than I need to be, my palms are sweating and my knee jumping with the nerves that I have with the anticipation of seeing her. I drove straight here and through the night, anxious to see her and anxious to be at my final destination. I likely look a mess, but there’s not time to freshen up, when I just want to get this part of my life back on track.
Every few minutes, I glance up at her building.
It’s a normal complex, brown in color and just a block building with rails and doors leading to the inside. Nothing about the complex screams to stick out, but to me it does, because of who is inside.
My woman.
My wife.
With that last thought, I get out of the car and round to the trunk, grab my duffel bag and head towards her stairwell to her door on the second floor.
I let my feet guide me up the stairs and to her door.
Standing in front of it, my mind wanders, and I hesitate.
