“Yeah ma chérie, and it’s alright, I find it cute.” Ok so we were totally not talking about the same thing, ‘cause I was pretty sure that no one would find nearly kissing their ex cute!
“I like that you are excited about our trip. I don’t know about you but what I look forward to the most is spending some quality time together. I feel between your college work and my hectic schedule that we hardly see each other lately.” He said wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his embrace. I tried not to let my body go stiff and to relax but knowing Draven was only around the corner this wasn’t so easy to accomplish.
I would have asked myself what was wrong with me but I think it was a little more than obvious and I felt like a horrible person. Here I was with a loving, sweet and caring boyfriend who had surprised me and was whisking me away on a romantic getaway and how was I acting…? Like a love sick teenager with a crush on her ex! Ok, so granted it was a little more complicated than that but the outcome would be the same. Draven wouldn’t allow himself to have me but it seemed he wasn’t opposed to torturing me with those facts when almost kissing me and then kindly informing me that ‘he couldn’t do this anymore’!
“So that’s why I wanted to surprise you by taking you out to dinner and somewhere nice, not that vile diner you took me to once.” He made a face as though I had once made him eat Oliver Twist style gruel there. I just laughed and pinched him playfully on the sleeve of his expensive suit jacket.
“It wasn’t that bad!”
“Keira, I am pretty sure my burger had a face on it.” I rolled my eyes as I giggled, thinking it was funny watching his face as he lifted off the grease soaked bun and flicked it to the side. However this thought just brought me back to one even funnier and that was the sight of Draven in Burger King that time we went Christmas shopping in Liverpool. It was such a perfect day that it just made this last Christmas gone all the more harder to deal with.
“So dinner, what time do you finish today?” Alex asked shaking me from my depressing thoughts and also reminding me that the man I was once again obsessing over was also in the same building. And this was definitely one showdown I didn’t want to witness again, not after last night.
“I don’t know as Jessica said she might be running late and I have to wait for her to get in before I can leave.”
“That should be fine as I have someone to see here anyway, I can just pick you up from home later, about 7:30?” He said this and then automatically looked over my head, making me paranoid for a second thinking that Draven was stood directly behind me. Thankfully though he wasn’t but there was still something about that look that didn’t sit right.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” I said vaguely, still deep in thought.
“Great, oh and wear something nice, it will be expensive.” He added eyeing my outfit like I had on a prison jumpsuit and was rocking orange. I frowned down at myself and wondered briefly with comments like that what exactly it was he saw in me? Ok so I was dressed casually for work by wearing a faded blue T-shirt with an old fashioned typewriter printed on the front in black but I thought considering I worked in a library it would be quirky. This combined with slightly frayed jeans and my usual black long fingerless gloves I fit right in with everyone else. So what if some of the other girls looked a little more professional in their tight skirts and frilly shirts but management hadn’t said there was a dress code so I didn’t think it an issue…until now that was.
“I’m sure I have a dress somewhere.” I said trying not to sound too disheartened. Of course I wanted to smack myself upside the head when I thought about Draven liking my style…or lack of it apparently.
“Excellent.” He replied suddenly beaming at me making me feel bad for giving him a hard time in my head. So he wanted me to dress up, what was the big deal? I needed to relax and forget all about a certain dark haired, muscled God who wanted to torment me.
“Great, I look forward to it.” I said feeling a little more upbeat about the night ahead of me and then I remembered something.
“Oh, but I kind of promised Sophia this morning that I would have some girly time with her later.” And I had, simply because she had given me very little choice in the matter. This had happened over breakfast which strangely had been like a small family affair. It had been held in the stunning marble dining room and the spread laid out on the table looked like someone had robbed the whole bakery before then moving on to a diner for the meat and dairy products. There was enough to feed the army that I’d had Zagan send back to Hell for me!