Reunion with My Billionaire Ex

Romance for the Romanticist

Romance for the Romanticist

Maurice's POV,

−I don’t think I will ever meet a person that could compare to you. I see all sorts of people, but no one sounds quite as charming as you. no one listens as well as you. No one can capture my gaze as perfectly as yours locked in mine. No matter who they are, what they say, I always end up comparing them to you. How you would speak when you are angry, or proud. How you will sound when you confess your love for me? No one sounded as soothing as the words that come out of your mouth. I knew you meant them. you said you’ll marry me, and like a fool, I almost thought we could have that. you just remained for me a night dream, I will always wake up from wondering every night when I can watch that dream again. How it will end? I know, you can never forget your first love. It’s special because it’s the first time the chemical malfunctions jolted the strings of your body that were dead without these emotions. But I think they’ve got it all wrong. The person I compare to everyone maybe isn’t my first love but my true love. My only love. You. Just YOU. _

One thing dad always used to point out when he walked me through his love story with mom was timing. The only reason he and mom were married. How they met on the bus, just once. Timing, it’s a hell of a thing. In the end, it all comes down to that. The perfect temperature for a love to simmer beautifully, it’s all counted upon perfect timing. It's timing all that matters.

“I'm sorry to make you work on the weekend,” I uttered to Ricky in his ear seeing him sorting through the mountain of clothing with me. Every piece has to be checked before anyone could buy it. He was not used to such physical work. And it clearly came through his struggle. Like expensive silk, for long life, it has been pampered with care. He was that silk, the delicate fabric only can thrive in great care. He looked so drenched in the well-cooled room. I was right, he sweat gold. His rolled-up white satin sleeves exposed his forearms, maybe it wasn’t intentional that he was showing off his fairly veiny arms, but isn’t it said to be the sexiest part of a man’s body? So, I guess it was intentional. I'll believe that he was seducing me and I will play the innocent today.

“You are more important to me than you think.” Muttering those words so close in my ears, he was as good as normal. His warm breath chilled my spine, but he was as good as normal. How much confidence does he has to say it without even a slight stutter? How much he has flirted with girls to say it so effortlessly? “And it’s not so bad. I’ll think of it a compensation for the rest of the day I am going to spend with you.” He added, it was late noon already.

“Is this how you seduce women?” I said my heart racing quietly.

“Does it mean it’s working?” cheeky, isn’t he?

“Huh!” My eye roll earn a chuckle from him.

“I'll take it as a yes.” My breath caught in my throat. He is always so unaffected. Good for him. I'm so envious of his confident demeanor.

“You brought that cake, didn’t you?” I don’t think I go around telling people about my love for ricotta blueberry cheesecake. It’s heavily specific to let it pass as a coincidence. And to be honest, Mrs. D’Costa isn’t very considerate when it’s about treating her juniors with compassion, she is more on the conservative side of strict professionalism. It’s just because the CEO’s son asked her to that she couldn’t deny. Ricky was the only one I'd spent enough time with to know this.

Makes so much more sense.

“You liked it?” he asked tearing his fingers through his hair slicking them back. The only thing keeping them from falling on his eyes was his thick-framed glasses.

I nodded a yes. Of course, how can I not love it? So much so that I hated to share it with anyone else, it’s a good thing it’s weekend today and he wasn’t as big of a sucker for sugar as I was. “That’s good then.”

“How about we go for a coffee after this?” I spoke quietly. It’s pretty wonderful for even me how I am such a sweet tooth yet I enjoy the bitter taste of black caffeine and dark cocoa.

“No, I gave five hours of my weekend to help you. And I’ll take it back with interest.” He chuckled. “Just coffee won't do.”

“Any suggestions are welcome.”

“You think nothing more than coffee or burger, French fries at most. We will go for movies for starters and then, I'll tell you more.”