Obsessed: Part 3

"Take your time, princess. This night is yours."

I listen as he descends the stairs one at a time. When I hear the door close behind him I reach for the envelope. There's nothing on the front of it and its flap is hanging open. I reach inside pulling a handwritten note from it.

My beautiful Ivy,

You are the shining light of my life. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. You hold my heart in your hands. It is yours. That is forever.

I have made mistakes. Too many mistakes. I've been thoughtless, selfish and calculating. Those are my faults. I tried so hard to guide you into my world when all along you were guiding me into your world. A world that is pure, simple and based in love.

I created this space for you. To honor your mother and to showcase your talent. It is yours. There are no strings attached. I just want you to have it. To use it to create a life for yourself. To show everyone how incredibly unique you really are.

I've given up much of what I own. I've sold my interest in Mark's company (yes, Mark's company not my father's) pending the outcome of the investigation and I'm negotiating the sale of all my other business interests.

In other words, I need a job. I've never made jewelry but I did work at a video game store for a hot minute in high school. I think that qualifies me to be, at the very least, a part time sales clerk at Whispers of Grace. I haven't included my resume because it's not relevant. If I can have the job just turn around and say, "yes."

Your fanboy

The letter flutters to the tiled floor as I pull my breath from deep within me where it's been stalled since he walked out of my apartment last week. I stand slowly.

"Will you get me water and food when I'm working so hard I forget to eat?"

"Yes." His voice says softly from behind me.

"Will you bring me fresh daisies every week?"

"Absolutely." His voice is closer now.

"Will you get rid of that painting you hung in the showroom? It's no Da Vinci."

"I will." His voice is so close. His breath is teasing my neck.

"Yes," I whisper as I turn around just in time to feel his lips brush against mine.

Thank You