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Even now, just thinking of another woman, made him sick to his stomach.
His missed Alana’s quirkiness, her big glasses, her radiant smile, and the feeling of her curves pressed against him while she slept.
Receiving her gifts, with the small note written in script, touched his soul.
Please forgive me.
London didn’t know what these emotions were swirling inside of him, but he knew one thing, and that was he needed her.
A second album had been delivered yesterday. He was dumbstruck when he saw which one it was.
Coat Of Many Colors by Dolly Parton.
How the hell did she know about this one? His mother played this album until it became warped and the songs would skip. He smiled, remembering his mother screaming for him to go find a quarter to set on top of the needle to weigh it down.
It was his mother who taught him how to two-step and dance.
Making his decision, he gently placed the record on the turntable, tapped the button, and the black disk began to spin. He lifted the needle and gently placed it down onto the record.
He took a step back, his heart pounding. The music began to play, and a calming feeling came over him.
He walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink as the smooth voice of Ms. Parton floated out of the speakers.
Alana would love this. Even in this digital age they lived in, she still had her own record player. How did someone like her practically fall into his lap? He wished she was here with him to enjoy this.
Settling on the couch, he took a sip of the fine bourbon, losing himself in the fantasy of Alana walking through the door, with a little version of him trailing behind her. She’d dance around with their son, filling the room with their laughter.
That was what he wanted.
A family. A home full of love and laughter.
With Alana.
Another week had passed, and London could admit he was no longer angry at the situation. He had felt everything from rage, anger, disappointment, and hurt. She was the one person he had given his all to, and it was like a knife to the heart to realize she hadn’t believed he was true to her.
Glancing down at the latest package that had been delivered, he felt a sense of excitement.
Which album would she send?
He felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to open his first gift. How had she known about the ones she had already sent? It was as if she had been granted access to his childhood bedroom, where all of his old CDs and records were.
How had he forgotten this side of himself?
He blinked.
That was easy. He had been hustling, building his empire, giving him no time for anything enjoyable. The clubs, parties, and fancy dinners weren’t for him. Those were business ventures to wine and dine his clients. Countless late nights working with people in different time zones. Flying all over the country, the world, all in the name of setting up Primetime to be the best sports agency in the world.
He had taken no time to remember the things he loved as a kid.
He ripped open the package while walking through the house. Entering into the family room, he headed over to his growing collection of records and inhaled sharply at the masterpiece in his hand.
Ready to Die, by the Notorious BIG.
Seriously, how did this woman know?
This woman loved him.
There was no doubt in his mind. These gifts were chosen out of love.
