Mend My Heart

Chapter 38

Maya’s P.O.V

Yesterday was no different than today. In actuality, I was jumpier than I had been and I avoided making eye contact with Brian when we walked to work this morning. I guess he was thinking it was because of his confession last night, which was partially true. I was just glad that he hadn’t brought it up because I’m not sure if I had anything to say about it.

He brought me lunch as usual, left after kissing me passionately. But I didn’t feel the desire and fire I’d experienced when I kissed Theodore. It was a bad habit I’d been practising for the entirety of our relationship…me comparing Brian to Theodore. It’s not fair on either of them because they were two very different men whom I liked very differently as well.

When I got home, a package was waiting for me by the door. Frowning, I picked it up and unlocked my door before setting it on the tiny coffee table that sat in front of my couch. I opened the box to reveal a designer black dress and a pair of rose gold Jimmy Choo’s. Beneath the expensive items was a note. 

Just a little something for you to wear tonight.

Hope you like it.

Yours,

Theodore.

It was indeed a rather flattering gesture but it kind of annoyed me that he had gone out of his way to buy me such expensive things. I don’t want anyone thinking that I’m after their money, which is exactly why I’d refused to cash in his cheque and I had half a mind not to wear this dress or shoes either. Knowing Theodore, he’d be taking me somewhere expensive so I reluctantly ended up wearing them anyways.

I looked amazing, to say the least. The sequined bodice of the dress hugged my every curve perfectly and the sheer sleeves and neckline complimented my dark skin tone perfectly. With the heel I was very much taller that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to pass through the threshold of the front door. I wonder how he knew my sizes…probably something he pulled off from the private investigator he’d hired to harness information about me. I’d say he’d done his job well.

I coated my lips in maroon lipstick, applied mascara to my lashes and eye liner to outline them dramatically. The second I’d finished with my preparations; a knock came to my door. I went over to open it, revealing a devastatingly handsome man wearing a three-piece black suit, with a white shirt and gold tie. We simultaneously checked each other out, then our eyes met in a heated gaze. I was the first to look away, and laughed at how odd that little moment was.

“Wow, you look…absolutely stunning. Regal even,” he smoothed out in his infamous London drawl.

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Tell me something I don’t know,” I replied haughtily, eliciting an amused chuckle from him. “You look great, I guess,” I teased with a mischievous grin. I closed the door behind me, and gladly accepted his outstretched arm. To anybody who might see us right now, we probably looked like the ideal couple. Too bad that is far from it though.

“Next to you, I’m sure anybody could mistake me for your butler,” he joked and I laughed at his corny quip. I don’t know why, but I seemed to be a totally different person when I’m around him. In fact, I liked the way I was when I’m around him. He knew how to bring out the best in me.

We made it down to the bottom floor and out through the entrance/exit. This time, there was a glossy white limousine parked adjacent to the curb. I turned to him with wide eyes. “First the dress and shoes, now a limo? Is anything of this necessary?” I asked in incredulity. I get that he’s rich and all but wasn’t he going over the top? I was just expecting to have a simple dinner with him, not some out of a fairy tale book meal.