Waiting for you

Chapter 1 The days just seem to go by faster these days. I am all wrapped up in my own bubble. I can’t get myself in a happy mood. There is a dark cloud hanging over me, that I can’t get rid off. The lost of my parents consumed me totally. Living with my aunt and her husband is okay, they love me wholeheartedly as if I was their own. Always have, since my mother and auntie are twins. They were so close, that they couldn’t even live without talking each passing day. I know my aunt misses her as much as I do, maybe even more, because of their twin bond, but she has been so strong and supportive, for me. She didn’t hesitate a second about my parents will, she accepted guardian ship over me without doubt. I had doubts at that moment the notary announced us the will, since my auntie had trouble getting pregnant. Knowing she and my uncle were still trying, I thought she didn’t want to be responsible for a teenager. Needless to say I was happy and relieved to hear her words, also I felt a little embarrassed to even thought that she wouldn’t want me. She is one of my favorite persons, alive for that matter. My aunt Melinda and her husband Chris decided that they would live with me, while waiting for me to be 21. That was the age my parents set in their will for me to inherit the house completely. Something about that they wanted me to be care free a little longer. That means I got about 3.5 years left, before I was all alone here. Thinking about being all alone in this big house, makes my eyes wet. Knowing that I will never come home to my mother’s hug or my father his big hand ruffling my hair, calling me his little angel. Has me got the tears running down my cheeks. Even though six months have passed, after my parents accident, it seems like it was yesterday. My life is going to class, focus on that to come back home and cry my eyes out. I barely eat. My aunt has me on some kind of protein shake, so that I still get enough nutrition during the day. If I don’t go to school and I am not at home, I am visiting my therapist. Not that I talk much to her, I also mainly cry my eyes out there. My friends, specially my bestie Brianna, check up on me regularly, but they understand that I am not ready yet to hang out after school. Bria is the best and keeps me updated about everything in the mean time. Looking at the picture I keep on my table, I try to remember the day it was taken. Every time I try I fail and that makes me even cry harder. I hate this feeling, what can I do to change it?! For one thing is for sure, my parents wouldn’t want me to be this depressed my entire life. ‘Get a grip on yourself, Amara.’, that is what Dad always use to say. I am trying, but it seems out of my reach. The one thing that is in my reach is to keep my virginity for the one I am waiting for. Maybe that should be my goal, trying to get a happy, loving family. Just like the one I have lost. ***** Ten years have passed, my auntie and uncle have welcomed their own little bundles of joy. My twin nieces (8) are just adorable, bright and very clingy on one another and my little nephew is a handsome little heartbreaker. He is making 7 in a couple of weeks. They look up to me as their big sister. I still miss my parents dearly, but if you would have told me back then, I could cope with life while missing them, I would have cried you a sad river of unbelieve. If you told me that I would be an personal assistant for a big time handsome CEO, I would also have burst in tears, but with laughter from unbelieve. I would have also never believed it, when you would say that I would still be a virgin at my age. But it is true, I am coping with life and I am working for a well known accountancy office. Not long after college, I got this opportunity and even when I didn’t had the wanted experience, I still ended up getting the job. And yes, I am still a virgin. I am still waiting for that special one. Hasn’t been hard. Not that I haven’t been trying to find him. I went on a couple of dates. If I say they were disappointing, best believe me. Also, they weren’t even close to him. I have been working for Mr. Brown for about 3 years. Up till now, I have managed to stay professional. That was the promise to myself, when he announced that I was hired. These past years I have failed many of times, for the lustful thoughts break through my mind frequently, specially when he looks at me deeply in my eyes. It is like he looks deep in to my soul, with his almond shaped brown eyes. It is getting harder and harder every passing day. For the record, this is not entirely my fault. Mr. Brown’s his handling doesn’t quite help the tension I am feeling. Like mentioned Mr. Brown is very handsome. His tall, masculine body in combination with his dominant aura demands everyone’s attention. His well shaped face has a nice strong manly jaw, covered in a well groomed beard. His full lips looks like he can kiss you in to heaven. His black soft long hair, which I would really love to run my fingers through, always in a tight man-bun. Women look at him with dreamy eyes. Every time I catch a woman flirting with him, I can’t help but feeling so jealous, it can make me sick to my stomach. Not that he seems interested in any of them, but the idea of him giving in to another woman’s attention, brings bad chills to my body. Currently I am planning a trip for Mr. Brown, he rarely even takes a day off. This was a vacation that he couldn’t refuse, as his younger sister is getting married. He told me that his sister didn’t leave the slightest of room to negotiate and that he couldn’t even if he wanted to, since he couldn’t break her heart as the sweetest brother he is to her. I do have to agree with his sister, but only in my inner thoughts. For as much as he seriously needs time off, so do I. Looking forward to my break, I think I start planning my own little vacation after arranging Mr. Brown’s accommodations. He said he would mail me a couple of instructions he wished for this vacation. As I open my mailbox, I immediately see his mail. Reading through his words, I am making the important notes in writing, so I can sent Mr. Brown the maximum of three accommodations to his wishes. In which he will let me know his choice, that I can ultimately book the arrangement and flight together. ‘Two rooms, connected?’ The more I read, the more I start doubting if Mr. Brown is taken a guest. I can’t help but wonder if that guest is a woman. ‘None of your business, girl!’ The phone starts ringing and I cleared my voice, before answering. “Brown Accountants, how may I help you?” “I would like to speak to Timothy, you can put me through.” Fucking rude ass b***h, I think while rolling my eyes. “Mr. Brown is in a meeting at the moment, can I take a message?” After hearing a deep annoyed sigh, the lady started to speak. “Yes, you can. Please tell Tim that I will see him at the wedding and I can’t wait to catch up.”, the lady almost purrs her words, as if she is speaking to Mr. Brown himself. “Of course, ma’am. Whom can I say called?”, I asked politely, but firm. On the inside I am boiling with anger from her nerve to speak like that, but I can’t risk for anyone to notice my jealous mind. ‘He is just my boss.’ “Princess.”, and she disconnects the call. Her words echo in my head, before scribbling them down. Thinking I will shift my focus back to my work, I can’t help but have a bitter taste in my mouth, when I look up the resorts close to the destination of the wedding of Mr. Brown his sister. They are all luxurious, breathtaking beautiful. Narrowing them down, I pick the 3 best fitted to his choice and sent an email to Mr. Brown. ‘Seems I don’t have to guess who will be his mystery guest.’