by Coco Cadence
Please don’t take it personal. I enjoyed every second of what we did. However, it’s time for me to move on and find someone with whom to spend my life. It’s not my intention to hurt you, and I’m sorry if you feel bad. It’s just for the best.
Xx
S.
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After twiddling my thumbs and sighing a lot, I finally gather the courage to press the send button. The moment I send enter, I already feel a huge weight falling off my shoulders. This is something I should’ve done sooner but was too afraid to do because I didn’t want to lose what we had.
However, what we had was a thin thread, and I’m looking for a solid rope, someone to hold on to. He won’t be that man for me. He said so himself, no personal details. I doubt he’d ever stray from that path.
My computer beeps again, and an email pops into my screen. Wow, that was fast.
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FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
I understand. Is there someone else in your life? I hope you will give him a chance. You deserve to be loved. The only regret I have is that I didn’t try harder to please you.
I have one final gift for you, though. Please accept it.
Open your door.
A.
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My heart just skipped a beat. Immediately, I scoot my chair back, far away from the computer. The further I get, the more I can pretend the words on the screen don’t exist. I think I might pass out. Did he just say ‘open your door?’ How in the world … does he know where I live?
A knock on my door has me jolting up with a scream.
“Who is it?”
Nobody answers, not even after a few minutes pass. Sweat drips down my back as I stare at the door. Another knock follows. My legs tremble as I walk toward the door, terrified of who I might find. Did Mr. Awesome really find out where I live? Do I finally get to meet him? Oh God, all kinds of images float through my mind, like what he would look like and how he would talk … what he’d say to me. Does he have a cute face or will I be shocked at how different he looks from what I imagined?
Maybe wanting to meet him wasn’t such a good thing, after all. Anonymity does have its charm.
However, I can’t ignore the stranger knocking on my door.
I take a deep breath and straighten my dress, trying to look as natural as possible, despite the fact that I’m still completely wasted from last night.
When I open the door, I’m in for a shock.
Like, complete, heart-stopping, jaw-dropping shock.
Leo King is at my doorstep.
“Wha …”
“I know what this must look like but hear me out.”
“What in the fucking world …” I mutter, frowning, my body still frozen from the shock.
His eyes slide from left to right, and then he fishes something from his pocket. My phone. He holds it up. “I wanted to give this back to you.”
I take it from his hands without saying a word. I have no clue what to say. All I can think of is that I must be in some kind of TV show because this shit just got surreal.
“Sam, I … I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to freak out.”
“No …” I mutter. If this is true … no, it can’t be because that means he’s been lying to me all this time … and I’m a complete idiot.
I try to slam the door shut, but his foot blocks the way. “Wait,” he says.
“Oh, my God, what the hell, Leo,” I say.
“Please, just listen. I didn’t just want to have sex with you. That was not my goal. Yes, I loved it, and yes, I want to do it again. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want more. I’m not what you think I am, Sam. I’m not some manwhore who randomly fucks every lady he desires.” He places his hand on the wooden door and leans in. “I don’t want this to end. I don’t want a one-night stand. I want you,” he says.
My heart is melting in my hands.
“But you …”
“I let myself get carried away back at the bar and last night. I’m sorry, it’s just … hard to resist you. I can’t control my urges around you, it’s like … I feel like an animal when I’m near you, and all I can think of is having you in whatever way possible.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat as I listen to his words, not knowing how to reply.
The look on his face is sincere, and even though I hate him for all the lies, I can’t help but feel for him right now.
“I need you, Sam. Not just as an assistant. I need you … in my life as more than just friends. Do you think that’s possible?”
“I don’t know …” I murmur.
“I know I can be an asshole, and I sometimes forget about the consequences of my actions, and I make rash decisions based on impulse rather than well-thought-out plans. But that is why you’re perfect for me in every way. You make up for all those mistakes.”
It feels like my heart is glowing and dropping to the floor like a puddle, much like me. Yep, I’ve been reduced to a puddle of warmth. But how can these words fix the lies? How can they make up for the broken trust? How can he ever be the right man for me when he has treated me like shit these past couple of weeks? It makes no sense. Why would he care about me when all he’s done and proven is that he cares about himself above all else?
“Why should I believe you?” I ask.
“Because it’s me, Sam,” he says. “This is the real me.” He places his hand on his chest. “I’m not lying when I say I want to make you happy. I can make that happen, in more ways than one. I know how to do it in bed, and I can learn how to do it in other areas, too.”
“How do you know what I like in bed? We barely know each other. We just had a one-night stand … well, two one-night stands. But that doesn’t mean you know what I like.”
His chest expands to take in the oxygen. “I have to show you something. Promise me you won’t freak out.”
“Okay …” I mutter.
He takes out his cell phone, and for a second I think he’s going to show me a picture, but then he keeps on typing. And then my phone buzzes. I look at it, thinking it’s just another fancy way of him trying to say sorry.
Except it isn’t Leo texting me. It’s Mr. Awesome.
My hands begin to tremble. My breathing falters. The phone drops to the floor.
“It’s me,” he says.
“No …” I mutter. I can’t believe it. The implications are too difficult to handle.
He holds up his phone and shows me his gallery. One of the latest downloaded pictures is the one of my boobs I sent to Mr. Awesome.
Oh, holy fucking shit.
I take a step back, and he takes a step in.
“You’re Mr. Awesome?” I say, barely able to speak coherently.
“I wish I could say no so you wouldn’t have more reasons to be pissed at me, but then I’d be lying.”
“No … you’re lying right now. You got that off my phone, right?”
“Remember those dick pics I sent you? Ever spotted that mole on the edge of my V-line?”
I shake my head.
“Go look,” he says, looking down at my phone.
I immediately pick up my phone and scroll through the images until I find it. There is indeed a mole, but I never focused on it before. Except, when Leo lowers his pants to expose that exact same mole on the exact same place on his V-line, it suddenly makes sense.
I think I’m about to faint. “You’re really him? Mr. Awesome? You’re the one I’ve been talking to all this time?”
He closes the door behind him. “It’s me, Princess. The one and only.”
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