Chapter 10
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Chapter 10
Knock, knock.
Two heavy knocks echo from the door as I’m sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal.
I look at the clock and see that it’s already ten in the morning. I don’t know who would come this early but then I remember Mom was sending money to me this morning so it could be a courier.
Putting the bowl in the sink, I go and open the door.
But when I swing the door open, I stand in shock.
No.
Please no.
This is not what I need.
No way.
This is not what my life needs.
Not now.
Standing at my front door is Garrett.
Handsome, controlling, dominant Garrett.
Damn.
He is standing at my front door in a perfectly tailored suit, with the biggest smile stretched on his face.
Pig.
I slam the door shut in his face.
Knock, knock.
Two more heavy knocks.
“What?!” I say as I swing the door back open.
I want to slam the door again but, in his hand, I see an envelope with my Mom’s handwriting on it.
“Can I have my package?” I ask.
“No hello?” he says with a smirk.
“Hi. Give me my package?”
“You must be not a morning person.”
“More like I’m not a you person.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Look, can you just give me my package so you can leave and I can get back to my life.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re rude?”
“Yes.”
He laughs - it’s throaty and deep and sends chills down my spine.
“Look, Garrett, just hand me the package and go on your way.”
He hands me the envelope and just as I am about to slam the door, he sticks his foot in.
“So you’re not going to invite me in?”
“Hell no!” I exclaim.
“You know you want to.”
“I know I don’t want to.”
“Will you go out on a date with me?”
I stare at him in disbelief.
Was this really happening to me?
Was this some sort of joke?
“Why would I go out with you?”
“Because you like me.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And I like you. We should go on a date.”
My heart starts racing and I look at him in his eyes.
“Really? You like me?” My words are laced with angst.
“What makes you say that? I showed up to your job. I got your number from your Mom just to call you. Hell, I even got her to give me your address so I can see you again.”
“But you also just treated me like a cheap slut the first time we were together.”
“How?”
“You really don’t know?”
He shakes his head no.
“The money. You gave me money after we had s*x together.”
He sighs. “I know that was a mistake but usually, the type of women I deal with, I have to pay for their time so it’s sort of just a habit for me.”
“That’s unacceptable. You should know I’m not like most women.”
“I do now. But I honestly don’t know much about you. I’ve been trying to get to know you but you keep pushing me off as if I have some sort of flesh eating disease. I know what I did was wrong but I really don’t know how to treat women any other way. I’m really sorry. Just please give me a chance.”
I look at him, trying to see if he’s sincere or not, but I don’t want to take that chance on my heart just yet.
“No, I don’t want to date you. Just leave.”
“I’m going to leave but I will be back. I want you to give me a chance to show you that I’m not who you think I am.”
I quietly close the door in his face this time.
Sighing deeply, I turn the lock. I don’t want to take any chances.
Opening the package from my Mom, there is a note is on top. I pick it up and read it.
Dear Marie,
Here’s some money to help you out of your situation.
I really wish you wouldn’t waited until the last minute to ask for help but I guess I am partly to blame for that. I raised you to be an independent woman but now I see I raised you to be too independent.
I never wanted you to be so independent that it would stop you from asking for help when you really needed it. I’m sending this package by Garrett because I think he has a thing for you.
I saw him corner you at the anniversary party and then you storming off.
I can tell you he is a good man. If he’s anything like his father, he has probably already found a way to mess it up with you, which is probably why he has asked for your number and was a willing volunteer to come over to see you.
George stuffed up our first meeting too.
It was two months before I gave George a second chance but it was the greatest decision of my life.
He makes me feel wonderful and as if I’m on top of the world and I’m sure Garrett can do the same for you.
I’m not trying to tell you what to do but what I am saying is take a chance on happiness. You deserve it, sweetheart.
I love you.
Mom
I wipe the tears from my eyes with a tissue.
Folding the letter up, I pull out the check she wrote out for twenty thousand dollars.
The tears begin to run down my face.
This will help out with my bills indefinitely.
I always wished my Mom wouldn’t give me so much money when she knows how I feel about it all but I really need it right now.
My accounts are about to be in the red so this came in the nick of time. I couldn’t be more grateful for her than I was right now. I walk into my room, grab my cell phone, and mash the button to call her.
“Hi sweetheart,” she says into the phone.
“Hi Mom. Thank you for everything. That’s really going to help me out a lot,” I say as I wipe the tears from my eyes again.
“I know, sweetheart. You know that I would do anything in the world for you.”
“I know, Mom. I know.”
“So did you read my letter?”
“Yes Mom.”
“Was I right?”
“Yes Mom.”
“Are you going to see if something can be there?”
“I don’t know Mom. You know I don’t like to date people with money. Plus, he’s so arrogant and I just don’t know Mom. I don’t know if I want to take the chance with my heart.”
“Sometimes you have to take a chance, sweetheart. I did and look at me now. I truly believe that Garrett can make you happy but I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know, Mom. I’ll think about it though.”
“Okay, sweetie, that’s all I ask.”
“I have to go, Mom. Thanks for everything.”
“No problem. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom,” I say as I hang up the phone.
I throw my phone back on the bed and lay down across it.
Maybe my Mom had a point.
I deserved to be happy but could Garrett really make me feel that way?
Even I had to admit he brought something out in me.
I just didn’t know what it was and I wasn’t sure if I want to explore it.
Why is life so complicated?
Why couldn’t my Prince Charming actually be a prince and charming?
I hear the doorbell ring again and I get up off of the bed.
“Who could this be now?” I mumble to myself.
I walk to the door and I peep out of the peephole.
All I see is balloons covering the hole so I open the door. The balloons move aside and I see Garrett standing there with a smile on his face.
“I told you I wouldn’t give up.”
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