The Perfect Intern

Chapter 42.

Dante

I knew her address by heart, sadly. Why I hadn't thought of going to her door earlier, I didn't know, but I was eager to see what she'd have to say for herself.

Telling my chauffeur, Jason, the address, I stepped into the limousine, being careful not to sit in a way that would wrinkle my suit.

It didn't take long to arrive to her one story house that I was all too familiar with. Stepping out, I nodded for Jason to move and wait in a more unnoticeable spot.

As I walked up to her white door, my eyes lowered to the overused 'Welcome Home' mat. I squatted down to look under it and surprisingly enough the spare key she always left for me was still there. Knowing her, it was most likely for another man to have easy access now. Which, I had no problem with. As long as it wasn't the man I think it is. I grabbed the small and cold, silver key and unlocked the door. Her blue prius wasn't parked outside, meaning she was out, screwing God knows who. And I mean that literally and figuratively.

I opened the door and was met with silent and enveloped in darkness. Only a dim light sinking in through the windows.

I closed the door behind me and sighed as I looked around. Everything was still the same. I don't even know what I was expecting. A small rush of deja vu hit me as I breathed in the scent of old vanilla, but I shook my head. Walking over to her brown leather couch, I sat down and waited.

She wouldn't be gone for long. She never is. It wasnt like she was out visiting family. The plane ticket receipt would have landed in my files minutes after it was bought.

The thought of her driving hours away didn't seem like something she'd do.

I continued to scan the places I've touched before. The end tables, the wood floors that were decorated with a beige and red carpet, the kitchen with marble countertops, and the dining room table.

All places I'd fucked her.

It seemed like a horrible thing to think about, but I couldn't help it. They were merely memories. Not memories that I would ever miss, but memories. Had I tried to keep it in the back of my mind it'd only make it rise to the surface more.

I shook the thoughts away as best as I could and I trained my eyes to the front door.

I didn't know how long I had stared at it, but when my thoughts were clouded with the beautiful woman that was most likely waiting for me at home in one of my shirts, time seemed to go by quickly.

It wasn't the first time it had happened. No where near. There was the few times I was in a meeting, in the middle of conversations, when I'm driving, when I'm doing any thing at all honestly. It wasn't as much as a problem for me as it was for those around me. Karina would argue that I think about her too much. Just imagine what will happen once she finds out about my proposal, the proposal that would solidify her in my thoughts forever.

I smiled at the thought as I let my head fall so I could look to my hands. I faced the palm of my left hand up. I rubbed my thumb and middle finger over the one that would soon hold the band of steel that would officially take me off the market. I wondered how it would feel to hold such a big responsibility in such a small form. It's like holding the world in your hands. My world atleast. My love. Something I could never take off.. I couldn't even see myself wanting to.. for any reason.

Till death do us part.

The biggest step, other than a business one, anyone can ever take in their life. My chest burned at the thought of marrying the other half of my heart without my mother to see it, give her approval. The only person I had left to witness it, I was on bad terms with. I'd marry her whether he was there or not, yet I couldn't say I completely liked the idea.