MARRIED MY ONE NIGHT STAND

CHAPTER 2 OLD FLAME?

BLAKE'S POV

"Mya, please, open the door. I really want to see you." She slammed the door on me as soon as she opened it. I haven't seen her in years, so I can't imagine what I could possibly have done to upset her.

As soon as I heard that Mya was back, I had to see her. She must be devastated by the news of her grandmother. Grandma Eloise was the best person I have ever known. She took me under her wing pretty early on to help me take over my family's business. We were not nearly as big as they were, but then, we partnered, and now we are thriving.

"Go away, Blake, grandma is no longer here. You have no reason to visit anymore." She tells me through the door. I can't help but feel sad that she doesn't want me near. I know growing up, I wasn't the best. In fact, my cousin Ashton was her best friend for years, but they also grew apart. He never said why. I just figured having a relationship with her would be messy, being that our families were very close.

"I came to see you, I have all the time in the world, so you might as well let me in unless you want me to get in a different way." This house was basically my refuge when things at home got intense. My father was always trying to make me be like him, dedicated to work, school, our legacy as he called it. Grandma Eloise pretty much adopted me letting me come and go as much as I wanted, so I learned every way in and out of the manor, I know where each camera is, how the security system works and every weak spot. I could get in, but I prefer that she let me in.

Seems that I said the magic words because she immediately opens the door. I am almost lost of how beautiful she looks. Her black hair flying with the wind, her big brown eyes have a fire within that I haven't seen in while and her body, oh my God, her body is perfection, she's only wearing a loose sweater and leggings, but I can see her big boobs almost staring at me, by the looks of it, she is not wearing a bra, her n*****s are standing hard pointing directly at me, I wish she would turn around so I can appreciate her ass. She always had a nice shape, but I never really paid attention. However, tonight, I can't stop staring.

"What do you want Blake, I was about to have dinner," She tells me, looking expectant. Dinner, yes, perfect!

"That sounds fine, I'm starving, I love Mrs. Thompson's cooking, and I brought wine." I tell her pushing the wine towards her, forcing her to hold it and making my way in to the dining room. I just hear her sigh closing the door and walking behind me. I haven't been here in some time, grandma Eloise didn't want me to see her so sick so she asked me to stop coming, but it feels like being back at home.

MYA'S POV

"I'm not in the dining room, I'm in the kitchen." I tell him. Seeing him here after all these years is doing things to me. He has grown more than I remember. He definitely exercises, he is lean, and although he is wearing a sweater, his arms seem to have the perfect amount of muscle. As I look at him walk, I can't help but notice his fantastic ass, the heavy equipment he must be packing under those jeans. His cowboy boots also give him the perfect look and he has a beard now and his eyes, those eyes always hypnotized me making me do whatever he wanted, his honey gold hair is now tossled so effortlessly, like he wakes up looking this hot. What am I thinking? No, Mya, get it together. He is the Jerk that stood you up countless times without any regard for your feelings, he made out with several girls at every party and made sure you saw him, he went out with every girl you knew, he didn't care if it hurt me and... wait a minute, wait a minute! Wasn't Laura all dressed and ready to go somewhere when he arrived? Could they be dating? Is there something between them? His dad would kill him if he knew, they always said they had big plans for him, he is supposed to marry some rich snob girl one day, I heard his mom talking to my grandmother about how his wedding will be with a wealthy and strong family. I walked into the room, and they stopped talking immediately. If he is dating Laura, it would make sense why she was at the door ready to open. I just hope they know that his family will not make things easy for them.

"Looks like you had started without me! Let's see what else we can find" He tells me when he sees my plate and glass of wine ready, he heads to the fridge and starts getting more ingredients to make himself a plate, then takes my plate and puts it in the oven to keep it warm I assume. He navigates the kitchen so easily. He clearly has been here many times, even after I left.

"Why are you here, Blake? I don't want to be in the middle of whatever relationship you have with Laura. It is obvious she was the one you came to see." I tell him straight, taking a sip of my red wine.

"What? you are kidding, right? Laura is sort of a friend. I ran into her shortly after you left, and we became close, but not like you are thinking. She told me you were back and I rushed to come see you." He tells me, looking at me leaning his head to the side, giving me that sympathetic look that everyone has given me lately. I hate it because I can't feel anything about my grandmother being gone, no tears, no sadness, nothing.

"I don't need sympathy, Blake, I'm fine." This is starting to get me really upset. I can see that to him. Losing my grandma is a big deal. She loved him more than me. Hell, she even let him stay here for weeks after he had a disagreement with his parents.

"There is no sympathy, I am devastated by this loss. Grandma Eloise was the nicest person I have ever met and always stood by me. I can only imagine how you feel. " He tells me, putting his food on a plate, getting ready to sit.

For the rest of the meal, I don't say much. We eat and drink the two bottles of wine that are now sitting empty on the counter. Is weird how people can feel different about losing someone. I was her granddaughter, and she never showed me the slightest compassion. She was hard on me. She was controlling. She was going to marry me with who knows who just to make her life easier. She was supposed to love me and care for me. I was only a child and had just lost my parents. Instead, she forbade me to cry and dumped me to the staff to take care of me.

"Hey, are you ok?" Blake says, approaching me, standing in front of me, cleaning a tear from my face with his thumb. I start crying more at the realization that I am not sad.

If I'm crying, it is because I'm relieved, and I feel guilty for feeling that way.

He pulls me towards him and kisses the top of my head. I hold on to him, just sobbing into his embrace. When I'm done, we stay hugging for a couple of minutes. I lift my head to look at him, and I find his beautiful blue eyes eyes looking at me with emotion, with care, with concern. I don't know what got into me, but I pull him in to kiss me and he doesn't back up, instead he comes closer and meets me halfway, kissing me like he's been thirsty for years and had been waiting for me to quench his thirst.