“Right this place has everything from irresistible croissants, every type of bread that you can think off and cookies too. And anything you don’t want right now. We can take with us. They have gift boxes because some people give them as gifts.”

He gets out of the car, and I want to ask him before we enter. I’m dying to get it off my chest, and I didn’t want to say it while he was driving.

“Is this where you bring all your girlfriends?”

I get out of the car, and he asks, “Why do you think that?”

“Oh, because of the picture in your apartment.”

He clears his throat as he shuts the car door, “She wasn’t just my girlfriend. She was my fiancee.”

Shoot, why didn’t I keep my big mouth shut?

“I love coffee,” he lifts up his elbow for me to loop my hand in his, “This place has the best coffee, and you can see them working at the back of the bakery. If you want to take photos, then let me know.”

“Let me guess; you’re a regular here too?”

He raises an eyebrow, “How did you know?”

I shake my head, “Do you ever just stay at home and eat?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Then as we arrive, he opens the door for me. I see that the interior has a mixture of steel and wood. There’s a mixture of people here, which I find weird because in town there’s a segregation between what the youngsters like and what the old folks do, but here it’s as if everyone’s just here enjoying the croissants, chocolate and everything else.

“Isaac, I don’t even know what coffee to choose. It’s as if it’s in a different language?”

He laughs, “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you. Is it okay if I order for you?”

I nod my head because my hands still looped on to his and all I can think about is the fact that he said that he'd look after me. Is it just while I’m in Houston or is he thinking about doing it a little while longer?

Chapter Nine

Isaac

This is our final night here, and I decide that I’d take her to my favorite restaurant, Louie’s. I took her shopping to buy a dress for the evening. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked in a black crossover dress. Everyone stared at her from the moment we walked into the restaurant.

Olivia thought that they were staring because she was worried about what cutlery to use and not knowing what to order. Watching her innocence should annoy me, but it does the complete opposite, it just intrigues me even more. How she’ll react if I order things for her and what she’ll do if she doesn’t like it.

There’s nothing about her that doesn’t surprise me, and I know that I'm not honest with her. I should tell her about Dede. Explain the reason why I started drinking “I can’t believe that I’ve seen so much in two days.”

She slumps down on the sofa, and I see her dress ride her up the leg. It’s fully exposed, and I should take her now. I think that’s what she wants, but I can’t fucking tell.

“There’s so much more to do.”

She smiles, then pats for me to sit down next to her. “I know, but between the Children’s Museum, the Space Center, Aquarium and I’m never setting foot inside another zoo. That’s enough for now. Maybe next time if I can come here, you can show me more. And as for having breakfast at Common Bond Cafe, please let us do it again. I want to try some of their muffins and the rest of their croissants. Oh and the coffee menu. I'm curious as to what a drip coffee, flat white, lavender latte and a chai latte tastes like.”

I laugh as I sit next to her. I move my cock out of the way and think about just talking to her. Nothing else. But then I can’t help but get distracted as her breasts start to glow in the moonlight.

“As for this dress, when you bought it for me. I felt like Cinderella.”

She looked so beautiful as the assistant told her to come out and show me. I found myself speechless, not because I didn’t think that she looked great in the dress. She looked better than great, but it brought back a painful memory. One of the time that I’d taken Dede there, and she’d done the same thing. I was on my phone, Dede told me that night that she could have been wearing a bag over her head and I wouldn’t have looked twice at her.

I was consumed with work; I thought the woman I had at home was enough. We were going to get married; she was pregnant, everything was in place. I never knew that she was risking her life for me. I hate myself for not seeing the desperation in her actions. I hurt her so fucking badly that she died, just because of me.

I can’t have another woman love me. I know that Olivia’s so easily blinded by my charm. She thinks that I’m this great guy if she knew the truth about me. She wouldn’t stay here; she would run away.

I’m lost in my thoughts that I don’t say a word. If anything, she needs to go to bed alone. As far away from me as possible.

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