Waiting for you

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Timothy’s p.o.v.

Although I going to have trouble getting through this afternoon, I managed to control myself and stop kissing that sweet mouth of hers.

Not that I won’t glance from time to time at Amara, while pretending I am busy with some monthly reports that have been send to me by one of the managers. I catch her doing the same.

Her shy smile and blush are making it hard, when our glances meet each other during the day. Somewhere to my disappoint, we get through the time, without any further sweet interruptions. Wouldn’t mind them to keep happening of course.

Before it is time to head out the office, I realize that I will only see Amara tomorrow again. So I might go and steal a short kiss to wish her a goodnight, before going on my way to my family home.

“Timothy?”

Amara walks in to my office, she already has on her coat and I check the time. It is minutes after 5.

“I am leaving, see you tomorrow.”, she shyly waves with a small smile on her face.

“Didn’t realize it was already so late.”

That’s a lie, I have been tracking time, watching the clock passing way too slowly.

Since she keeps standing in the doorway, I get up and take the suit blazer of my chair and walk up to her. Holding my hand out, as a sign to leave together. She doesn’t take my hand, but she smiles elegantly with a nod.

“I hope to see the conformation of our trip soon. Shall I give you a ride home?”, I ask her standing in the elevator on our way down to the parking lot.

“No, it’s fine. I drove myself today. Thank you for offering.”, she says gliding her eyes around the lift.

“Let me walk you to you car than.”

“Enjoy your night.”, I say still a little disappointed that our way split here. I am quick to give her a peck on her cheek, she steps in her car.

“You too, have a good time with your family.”

I feel the urge to ask her along, but I don’t. Today’s event was already enough of an impact, for both of us.

“Get home safe, beautiful.”, I tell her before I close her door. I watch her drive off and trail to my own vehicle.

Arriving at my parents, I take a deep breath, before entering my childhood home.

Noise is coming from the living room, I just follow the voices.

“Timmy”, mom greets me, walking to me with open arms. I roll my eyes, before giving her a hug. My father just chuckles.

I really hate it when my mother calls me by that nickname. It makes me feel, like I am still a 6 year old. She is the only one that still does and she is not stopping. I gave up after college.

“Hey mom, how are you?”

“I am fine, dear. Thank you for making the time in your schedule to come and see us.”

She is already trying to make me feel guilty for having a successful business.

“Sorry mom, I didn’t mean to forget.”

“Uh-Uh… Like father, like son.”, she laughs, while shaking her head. “I have to be in the kitchen. Dinner is almost ready. Get yourself comfortable in the mean time, your sister and fiancé are still on the way.”

“Good thing for her.”, I mutter under my breath and mom gives me a look, but she proceed her way to the kitchen.

“Dad.”, I greet him with a short nod and sit down on the single sofa across from him.

“Good to see you, son. How is business?”

My father goes back in his newspaper, before I even answer. He doesn’t really like small talk, which has my own preference as well.

“Good.”

“Have you been able to close the deal with Young?”

“No, not yet.”, my frustration evident.

“You will, son. Just keep your priorities straight, and you will.”

And with that, our conversation dies, as usual. So I take out my phone and since I am not really found of spending a lot of time on social media, I pretend to be reading my email, while I am debating in myself to contact Amara. She would be home by now.

‘Hey sweets,

Are you home?’

Delete!

‘Are you home, love?’

Nope, delete love… beautiful.’

Got to stop this obsession. I can’t be too pushy. I delete the message again and sigh, causing my father to watch shortly over his glasses at me.

“Something bothering you, son?”

This is something alright, but he never gave me advice when it came to girls or dating.

“No Sir, it’s nothing.”

“If you say so.”, he speaks up, never taking his eye of the paper.

After some time my sister and her fiance, Mike walk in. Finally, for I am starving by now.

“Sorry we are late, traffic was a mess.”

I know that is a lie, for one, traffic was not bad at all, I was just on the road. Secondly, Melody her hair is part of the mess she is talking about.

“Seems like traffic was busy.”, I tell her with a wink. She looks at me with a “Sshh, don’t tell on me” face. She fixes her hair, before kissing my father on the cheek.

“Daddy, you really need a new hobby. Reading a newspaper 20 times a day, is not a needed.”

He only chuckles and greets Melody giving her a kiss back.

“Do we still have time before dinner is served? I need to talk to the sweetest brother of the universe.”, she whines cutely with a pout on her face.

Melody is the princess of our family, most of the times she gets her way. Specially with my dad, but I do not stay far behind him.

The entire day I haven’t even thought about the another Princess coming to the wedding. I mean, I had my lady in my sight and on my mind.

The pout on Melody’s face is irresistible, but I am not doing this conversation now, because of that. This needs to be in the open and done with.

“Mom is almost finished I guess and I am hungry, but let’s do this now, should will be quick.”

“Let’s go to the patio.”, she suggest and I stand up, not wanting to waist another minute.

My sister follows me, excusing herself to Mike for leaving him with Dad. Daddy dearest is not very found of the guy, but I doubt if any guy would be good enough for his little girl.

“So when were you going to tell me that you invited Princess Wilson to you wedding?!”, I almost yell at my sister, barely giving her time to even enter the on the porch.

The Wilson’s are long time family acquaintances, due to our fathers doing business together. Growing up our families would regularly visit each other for dinners, parties and weekend trips. As children we were all not far from each other in age, which made us bound a friendship.

A shitty friendship, looking back.

“Yeez, do you really need to yell?”, Melly says covering her ears. “Besides, you could have known.", she says soft, almost whispering.

I sigh, I didn’t mean to yell at my sister, but the more I thought about along the way to the patio, the more I was getting angrier about seeing that b***h in a couple of weeks.

“My apologies, sis.”, I say sincere to her. “It is just… She just has been out of my life for so long, that it didn’t cross my mind.”

“I had to invite her, Tim.”, she wails to me, she is sounding regretful.

“Why though?”, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Her parents are invited, so I couldn’t pass her according to mom.”, she rolls her eyes in annoyance, when she says mom. “I know she hurt you bad. I really tried to convince mom, but…”, she speaks so timidly.

“Hurt? That was not hurt. The f*****g b***h f*****g drugged me. She is a f*****g snake.”, I huff out with despise.

Melly just stays quiet, knowing I am right. This gives me a minute to calm down the worst feelings.

It’s not that I have forgotten or forgave about what Princess had done. I just choose to put my feelings about it aside.

“I understand your anger and that would I be in your place, I would feel the same. I am sure if you told mom the truth back then, she would have never kept pushing me to invite her. I don’t want to victim blame you, just saying that I still think, that you can put some little more trust in mom. You still didn’t went to the psychologist either I assume.”, Mel is still softly speaking her truth.

“Keep assuming, for I did actually, years ago. Doesn’t take away what she has done. That is why I kept her out of my life.”

“If you want, I will let Princess know that her invite is cancelled. Also talk to mom again. Because I will be damned that you will miss my wedding. I need you to be there, my protective brother. So just say it and I will deal with our mothers wrath.”, she laughs shortly, to lighten up the mood a bit. That’s is just her bubbly personality.

If I would say to do so, she would. I know my baby sister. She is too honest to tell a lie.

“I know you would do that for me, but it is too late now. Her nor our parents know the truth about what happened back then.”

“Sorry about not telling you immediately after putting her on the guest list. Here I thought I was sparing you, but in reality it’s the opposite. You sure? I will even ruin mom’s family dinner tonight if needed.”

Mel knocks me playful with her shoulder.

“It’s okay, sis. It was bound to eventually.”

“Eventually is not a destination wedding of your sister though.”

“True, but what done is done. And again, I am definitely not wanting to lay my eyes on that b***h ever again…”, I sternly look to my sister, who mutters I know, sadly gliding her eyes down.

“But I am probably too busy to notice her anyway.”

I know I should keep my mouth shut, but thinking that Amara will join me, honestly makes me forget Princess is going to be in Aruba too.