Right Time

Chapter 7

Once inside the room, I noticed monitors all over the room. He must have cameras set up all over the club.

“When did you see her last?” Mo barked at the bouncer.

“In the back hall by the bathrooms.”

It didn’t take long for them to find whoever they were looking for and the bouncer was outside the door.

“Sorry about that.” He said, making his way to me, resting both of his hands on my hips.

“No worries.” I said, smiling.

“You are stunning.”

Before I had a chance to blush, his lips were on mine.

His kiss was rough and urgent. After a few moments, I pulled away. He sat down on the leather couch in the room and pulled me onto his lap and began rubbing my thigh.

I enjoyed the kiss but he was only the second man I had ever kissed and I wasn’t comfortable with our current situation. This man had barely said more than a few sentences to me.

“Reannah tells me you just went through a divorce.”

“Yeah, just over a month ago.”

“You know, baby, I can help you forget all about him.” He whispered just below my ear and then started placing kisses down my neck.

This was all too much.

I slowly pushed him away. “I’m sorry Mo, but I’m just not this kind of girl.” I said, standing.

“What kind of girl would that be?”

“The kind that kisses a man she doesn’t even know. Maybe we could just talk and get to know each other.”

“ OK, we can get to know each other baby. Come…sit.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him.

Slowly, I sat next to him.

“I’m sorry. I’m really new to this entire scene. I don’t really know what to say.”

“Well, you did just get divorced. So it’s understandable.” His hand finding it’s way to my knee and his thumb slowly moved back and forth.

“Yeah, this is only my second at a club.”

This rubbing of my knee stopped. “You mean this club?”

“No, I mean clubs ever. I got married at 18 and never went out.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time and the atmosphere of the room became uncomfortable.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, doll, you didn’t. I just…. Look, I am not looking for a relationship. If you just want to have a good time, I could f**k you so good you wouldn’t be able to walk for days, but I am starting to think you are not that kind of girl.”

By now my face was deep red. “Yeah, I appreciate the offer,” I said, standing.

Mo let out a deep chuckle. “The offer will always stand for you.” He said, standing with me.

We walked toward the door but before I could walk out, he grabbed me and kissed me again. The kiss was longer and deeper than our first.

He pulled away and smiled. “You just taste so good I needed one more taste. I can’t believe I am letting somebody as sexy as you walk away.”

We made our way back to our friends. I couldn’t help but smile. I had never had a man tell me I looked stunning and I realized that Mo was not the kind of man that needed to lie to get what he wanted.

After having the man you love cheat on you tends to affect your self-worth. Him finding me physically attractive built me up. Something I didn’t realize I needed.

***** Two Weeks later*********

Miah’s POV

One month since my divorce. You would think it would get easier. It almost felt worse. I missed him with every fiber of my being. The way he kissed me, the way he held me, and most of all, our love-making.

I needed a distraction and work was the perfect distraction.

Before I could get too involved, Elijah walked into my office looking distraught.

“Hi Elijah. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Actually, it’s good news. The Harlow company called to schedule a meeting with us. It looks like they are looking to work with us.”

“I heard of The Harlow Company. Dad used to talk about them all the time.”

“For years we tried to get a meeting with them and they always declined, but this time they requested the meeting.”

“That is awesome news!”

“But the meeting is in two weeks. After I leave for vacation, you know why I can postpone my vacation.”

“You will not. Julie would kill you.” It was his 40th wedding Anniversary and I was not allowing him to miss it.

“But.”

“No Buts. I can handle it.”

We spent the next two hours planning and discussing this one meeting and its importance to the company.

Before I knew it, I was on my way home to my new house. I moved in a week ago and as much as I loved having my own place, I was lonely.

My grandparents insisted that I hire a personal chef and tonight I was so grateful for the push. Grabbing the dinner prepared and left for me, I sat down at the table and flipped open my Mac.

Elijah was so worried about this meeting with the Harlow company. He said Wyatt Harlow took over his father’s company at the age of 18 and was a sort of prodigy. I usually only do research on the companies we work with but I could’t help but google Wyatt Harlow.

Wyatt Harlow was 27 and from the images incredibly handsome. He appeared to be a playboy for a few years until, at the age of 21, he met Valerie Caesar. She was a stunning 20-year-old model. They dated exclusively for 3 years. Rumors of an engagement were all over Google.

Then, when he turned 24, there was nothing. Valerie also dropped off at the same time but a year later she returned to, modeling scene. She looks like she had a bit of work done but still stunning.

No photos of Wyatt Harlow were posted after the breakup of the couple. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the earth. Well, the face of social media.

I searched for more recent photos but there was nothing. His business was still amazing and appearances needed by the company were made by the CFO or the COO.

I couldn’t help but wonder if it was Wyatt Harlow that came to the meeting or one of his employees. Elijah seemed certain it would be Wyatt Harlow, but just in case, I also started to research both the CFO and COO.

Three hours later, I was still searching and, as I call it, going down a rabbit hole. Finally shutting off my Mac, I decided to head to bed. But this was my least favorite time of the day.

Crawling into bed, I couldn’t help but think of Chris. I was always cold and as soon as I would crawl into bed, he would pull me close and hold me till I warmed up.

I couldn’t help but smiling thinking about how he would let me put my ice cold hands and feet on his body to warm up. He always seemed to run hot.

STOP thinking about him. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had fought me about our divorce or had he even tried to call me if things could have gone differently. Did I want them to be different?

It doesn’t matter, it’s done now and it’s been a month and there was no attempt on his behalf to even try to talk to me. That confirmed that our entire marriage meant nothing to him. That was the thought that filled my mind as I dozed off to sleep.

Chris’s POV

It was a long two weeks. Claudia called or messaged me daily and I wanted to block her number but that would only give her a reason to show up at my place.

My parents quickly seemed to accept Claudia into our lives. She spent a lot of time with my Mother. I knew what she was doing. Trying to get my mother on her side to help weasel her way back into my life.

Little did she know my relationship with my parents had been in turmoil for years. In fact, only Miah knew how I really felt about my parents.

My sweet, beautiful, and perfect Miah. The only light that was in my life, but I didn’t deserve light in my life. Only darkness.

Allowing Claudia to give me a b*****b was proof I needed to let her go. I knew all along she was too good for me, but I was selfish and held on to her.

After a quick shower, I walked into our closet. She had chosen to leave a chunk of her clothes. I knew I needed to get rid of the clothes she left but I couldn’t bring myself to deal with them yet. I guess a part of me thought she would come back.

Reaching for a t-shirt that belonged to me, but since we got married it had become her shirt. It was an old band shirt and when she wore it it came to her knees and fell off her shoulder.

**Flash back ***

“MMMM Smells good.” I said, wrapping my arms around Miah’s waist. She looked sexy wearing my shirt and a pair of panties.

She turned in my arms, placing a kiss on my lips. “Go sit. Do you want coffee?”

I slowly pealed myself from her body and poured two cups of coffee. Sitting down, I watched as she gracefully moved through the kitchen.

Sitting a plate in front of me filled with bacon and pancakes, she gave me a little smile. She is beautiful.

“I love you.” I blurted out. We had been married for almost 2 years and I had never told her that I loved her.

Her smile got wider. “I love you too!” She said, making her way onto my lap. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me and kissed her.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.”

“I’m just happy to hear it.”

I wanted to tell her it took me so long because I don’t deserve her and that she deserves the world. But I didn’t. Instead, I enjoyed her love like the selfish man that I am.

**End Flash back**