13
Luna
“What are you doing?” MJ asks as I type away on my phone.
“Telling the bakery which cake we picked.” I look up from my phone. We’re sitting in the living room watching reruns of Housewives. MJ keeps getting up and going over to the window to peek out of the blinds. I have no idea what she’s doing.
“For the wedding that isn’t happening?” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“I should let her know which cake was the best.” This isn’t the only email I’ve responded to. I am still planning this party. I called in sick to work but I am still getting things done. Okay, I didn’t call but I emailed Grant, who then sent a picture back of the flowers that got dropped off at the office. It snowballed quickly after that. I was back into planning a wedding that isn’t happening before I knew it. “It took us forever to decide!” I add in my defense.
MJ fights a laugh. She’s finding this all very humorous. “What do you keep looking at anyway?” I put my phone down after I send the email. She’s been in that window ten times already. There must be something interesting going on.
“This hot guy.” She did not say that. I start to get up to see who she is talking about. I can’t recall her ever calling anyone hot before except the sous chef who caught himself on fire. “He’s with your future husband.” I freeze.
“Maddox?” My heart starts to race. I’ve been a little disappointed that he hasn’t been banging down our door. I’ve only gotten one text from him that said he missed me. I didn’t reply back. I know I told him I wanted to go home. I needed to clear my head and I can’t do that when he’s close. I think I was wrong because my mind keeps wandering with thoughts of him. There’s a need in me that is growing each hour that I’m away from him. I want to get more of those kisses that he’s been giving me. I continue to plan this wedding because it keeps me occupied and stops me from calling Maddox. I’ve almost texted or called him a hundred times already. I am trying to hold strong but my reasons for being upset are wavering fast.
I don’t think I am crazy anymore. Now I feel sad. A hollow ache has formed in the center of my chest and I know only Maddox can fix it. No amount of cake will fill the void that now exists there. I walk over to the window to steal a look myself. When I look down I see him looking at me through a pair of binoculars. They are focused on me and when he sees me he smirks. For some reason I decide that I should give him a little wave.
He’s stalking me. Why do I find that hot? “He’s coming!” I half shout when I look down again. He’s getting out of the car with his brother Cullen hot on his heels. I can’t help but stand there smiling. How the tables have turned.
“Not yet he’s not.” I smack MJ’s arm at her dirty joke. Once again I’m shocked by something she’s said. I should be used to the crap she can fire off at times but saying a guy is hot and talking about him coming is out of left field.
“He’s been out there for hours. It’s kind of cute.” She gives a shoulder shrug. “I mean if you’re going to end up with someone it should be someone who finds you endearing. He seems harmless.”
“You think I should be okay with everything he’s done?” My mouth falls open. I’ve done crap too. I got paid to watch him. Find out as much information as I could on him. I sat outside of his office so many times observing him.
“I mean, I wasn’t a fan of the lies and him not asking you to marry him but you lied too. He was only trying to make it easier for you. He’s very protective of you.”
That is true. From the moment Maddox came into my life everything he has done was for my benefit. I started to put all sorts of things together when MJ and I ate all the cake. He has been giving me clues all along. He was always saying little things to alert me to the way he felt about me. I was too lost in my own head to concentrate on them.
A knock sounds at the door. MJ starts messing with her hair. It takes me a second to realize she’s making sure it’s in place. Cullen is cute and all, but not hot like Maddox is. “I’m going to forgive him,” I tell her. I don’t know why I ever questioned if I would or not. I always knew this would end with me forgiving him. I have my own forgiveness that I need to seek from him before we can move forward.