Reunion with My Billionaire Ex

Beginnings Makes Me Happy

Beginnings Makes Me Happy

Maurice’s POV,

Today was my last day at work. Just one week of packing and preparing and then I’m off to London. The tickets are still in my handbag. I can’t keep myself seeing it every hour to make sure I’m not in a dream. Forever, I'll be gone now. Though it hurts me, I'll be seeing Mr. Winston only once or twice a year. I will leave behind everything and be far, far away from all the clenching and clinging memories that reminded me of how much I've lost. And that no matter how hard I try to fix those things, I can never undo the knots it has caused.

The music slowed, and the light dimmed. My ears still yearned for the last song. But soon I fell in love with the melody of it too. Things are just getting as perfect as they can be. Everyone was dancing, and the rest had plenty to entertain themselves. That’s what happens when you are friends with every employee in the organization. No one kept themselves from enjoying their time at the beginning of their weekend.

Ricky, my assistant, came to me. Well, Richard Winston, and yes, he is the son of my boss. He always behaved weirdly around me, no rich kid like him ever behave like that, and well, I have a first hands experience with it. He would bring me coffee during breaks, sometimes donuts and cakes too, chocolates were no stranger. I thought he was just trying to climb up my good side, but he never did it for others. I do keep safe boundaries between us but since it’s the last day of his as my assistant when he asked me to dance, I gladly accepted his hand.

I can’t say he wasn’t attractive. No-no. He was plenty of that, like the guys who are practically labeled as the woman magnet. It was him. Tall, rockstar thin, but lean muscled, smooth talker, and the man bun and freckles kind of guy topped off with sea-green eyes and flirtatious husky voice. He was perfection in human form and any girl could easily fall in love with him. I could too if I’m still not stuck on those obsolete memories of my wrecked past. And I must compliment him for his polished dancing skills. He swayed me in his arms, and I was the one, for the first time following his lead. Though he is a year older than me, he is the definition of a spoiled rich kid, with a lot to offer but discipline and work ethics, okay, okay, he was like that, but many things have changed in the past three months. He started showing up on time, the major milestone, and well he is smarter than I thought he will be.

My head was on his shoulder, I can almost feel his collar bone on my face, as we slowly swayed with the music, left and right. He smelled great, like fresh out of a garden. It has a slight citrusy hint with a kick of musky wood. Perfectly in sync with his eyes. His cologne enchanted me in the web of the memories that have unearthed now. But he was so close that I can’t even think about those. Even our outfit matched his black dress jacket with the red in me. I know we would look great. Only if…

He was all over me, and I could see the wink in his eyes. We were so close that I can count the exact freckles on his prominent nose. Hands touching my bareback, he was soft and gentle, like a feather on my skin. I knew something will happen tonight if we any longer stayed like this. I get weak for love and anything that can give me that; I am inclined towards it. I wanted it too, but it’s scary. It’s my last day after all and the evening of my twenty-fifth birthday. First in very long that I won’t be spending flooded with work. I can’t risk too much on a single day.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. It’s all because…”

“Nothing is because of me, if you are going to say that. It’s your hard work paying off, but you know what? You can give me some credit for not letting your passion go to waste.” Mr. Winston was a short man. Barely to my shoulders, his introverted personality and loving heart make him the best person in the end, at least in my lonely life he was a ray of sunshine. He is always the sweetest to me, more than he is to his son. I’m not sure if I deserve all this, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love his affection and adoration. Even when the woman to give me birth wasn’t there anymore, he was there. He is dependable, unlike anyone I’ve ever had in my life, mom, dad. He always looked after me like a father to his child. I know he wanted the same from Ricky, the same dedication I had for work, to take over his business, and he trusted me to take him there. I know his company isn’t mine, can never be. But it’s fine if I can be an important part of it.

“Ricky will help you with those. You should get some rest. You had a long day today,” he spoke, directing his eyes at the tableful of bouquets and farewell presents in the back of the banquet. All mine. Well… I still must unwrap them to see what’s in them, but nothing could change the suspense of unboxing a present. I remember on Christmas when dad and mom give me presents wrapped in the size of my body, just shaking the boxes was enough for me to know what will be inside that. One of the things from my wishlist.

Ricky was standing there smirking, holding a tall glass full of white wine, I suppose. I don’t know that smirk just snapped on his face ever since the dance, and why… why is he staring at me like this, like a freaking vampire glaring down its prey? This dirty-minded little brat. I know it was a mistake the moment he whispered those words in my ears, he got the wrong idea from the dance. I’m doing nothing to blur the line between him and me. He is the son of my boss. And that should be it.

“Yeah, I'll take this to Ms. Blanchard’s apartment.” Again, his smirk is frustrating me to the guts. Can I like... get glue or something? And his exhilaration… uh! “What’s an assistant for, right?” gosh, he is such a pain in the ass.

“Sure.” I chortled, kissing Mr. Winston goodbye on the cheek. He is a serious hugger, not in any creepy way for those who know him. But now I’m used to it, my two months in France last summer made me habitual with kissing as greetings and goodbyes. Just some creepy hairy dudes in France soaking sunlight aside and I enjoy hugging and kissing goodbyes too.

“Since I’m helping you…” Ricky feeds the gifts and flowers in the trunk of my car, “you should at least offer me a cup of coffee or hot chocolate if you don’t mind.” Dude, is it just my ears bleeding from his husked-up voice? No, no, he made it. “Beer is fine too,” he added, turning back. Well, how about nothing? Sounds charming.

“Yeah, sure. I can do that since you have been of such a brilliant assistant to me…” I sighed, stretching my lips horizontally.

“Uh-uh, I’m no longer your assistant now. But since we are going to be working together in London soon anyway, why don’t we get to know each other more closely, like, um… co-workers? Maybe… be friends.” Uh-uh, his eyes and raised forehead just made me realize his intentions weren’t just of being friends. But for the past three months, he has been the closest thing I had as a friend. All along our Europe tour, I admit, he looked after me a lot.

“Uh… I'm not sure that’s a good idea,” I responded, “since you are going to be the marketing manager there. We won’t work together anymore.”

“Come on, you know I've worked hard as your assistant, did all the tasks you needed me to do. Can't you just be a little more normal and behave as you do with my dad. You are not my teacher here. And if you haven’t noticed yet, I'm trying to get closer to you, not just as a friend.” Even a blind can see that. And I have got expert eyes. Stan used to say that. I'm not saying.

“Oh…” but did he feel like that, for real? I was just trying to draw a line.

“So?” he is not exactly my type, and I don’t lead guys on. He parties, he was a rich son of a rich father, he gets drunk on odd occasions and acts childishly, and he is too ridiculously beautiful. I bet he gets all he desires just by his godly looks. He is too much to take.