Page 12 of Dear Glory

In truth, General Cross would probably lock me away in a tower on some deserted island with not one man but Peter piper picked a pepper Linus, and I’d just die! I barely escaped with my mom’s help, yet he’s still keeping tabs on me. If he knew I was lying and saw Axil, that will be all she wrote for me, and I don’t know If I’m willing to take that risk.

Also, I cannot forget that he has two beautiful children to devote his time to… but that’s not a bad thing, considering I can’t have kids. If things were to go further…no no no no! What am I even thinking?!

I can admit that everything about him was tempting. Visually, he’s everything I’d desire in a man. His dangerous aura and big package that he’s sure to know how to use still hasmy mouth watering, and well, has something else wet. Not to mention the slight tease to something more depraved with his guards… it sounds deplorable, but I’m helplessly curious about what being with a man like that would be like... even if for one night.

Axil unlike most men I know, gives off a different frequency I’ve yet to see. He seems fun, thrilling, vivacious, and, dare I say, nasty, and if I’m honest, that’s what’s most appealing about him.

He looks like he’ll change my life and excuse my French but fuck my world up, and I’m not opposed to that at all!

Honestly, if I had to describe my life I’d be like Hilary Banks or Whitley from “A Different World,” though my complexion is much darker. My life is full of abundance and riches, and my dad is just as doting as Uncle Phil and outside of the God awful meddling in my life, he spoils me… maybe a bit too much.

But I’m sick and tired of that kind of life. I want more for myself… more like what last night hinted at.

Thinking about our encounter has me touching my lips… and quicklymy body grows flustered. My stomach growls something fierce, reminding me I haven’t eaten since before I went to lounge by the pool.

“Food! Yes! I need to eat!” I spring up from the sofa, fanning my face and running over to my closet. I change into an all-black body suit, black tennis skirt, and black stockings and pair it with pure gold bangles and earrings along with a white cashmere cardigan and tasteful Jimmi Choo high heels. I swap my clutch, making sure to place my powder in the bag and glance over to the card lying in wait on my bed. I can’t help but snatch it up along with the article about him being a great father and fighting for custody of his children, which has a candid photo of him walking hand in hand with Lilian and shielding Robert in his arms as he crosses the street and place it in inside, wanting to keep it close to me for some odd reason.

As I make my way down to the lobby where I opt to have lunch, I’m ushered quickly to my seat, thankfully toward the back where I will be undisturbed.

After I order my steak salad, I’m ashamed to admit I find myself pulling out the clipped article and reading it over, brushing my thumb over his little girl’s cute, chubby face.He’s different from what I thought…

“Your entree, madame,” the waiter speaks as he places my dish in front of me. Just as he does, I look up to see Axil’s guard from the night prior eyeing me. For a moment, our eyes lock, but I immediately look away, hoping he moves along, though to my horror, he walks over.

“Ms. Cross how are you today?” he smiles, eyes gleaming and I nearly melt at his adorable accent that’s not as strong as Axil’s, but I can hear that both of them might be in the works of transitioning, prioritizing English as their first language. I heard Irishmen speak and their accents are nowhere near as prevalent as those who still use Gaelic religiously.

“I… I’m well, and you?”

“I am also well. Thank you for asking,” he answers as his eyes roam over my table before returning to me. “Did you enjoy the breakfast the boss sent this morning?”

“It was delicious. P-please relay my thanks,” I tell him as I grasp my napkin, feeling the need to busy my hands.

“I’m sure he will be pleased to hear that,” he chuckles. “Though I think he’ll find the article you’re reading more to his liking,” he teases and I glance down, horrified that I still have the article about Axil and his children out. Flustered, I fold it and place it in my bag, but of course there’s no use pretending since he clearly saw it.

“I… I was simply doing research,” I humph and haughtily hold up my nose.

“If you’re that curious about the boss, then why don’t you just come along with me and ask him yourself? That’ll be much more fun, aye?” he raises and brow and my stomach dips.

“N-no thanks… there is no need. I… I found everything I needed to know,” I swallow.

“Oh?” he cocks his head to the side, watching me.

“Yes… but…”

“But?”

“Uhm… y-your r-relationship… uhm… with Axil…?” I stammer, unable to let go of the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that there’s something there.

“My relationship with the boss you say?” he questions and tilts his head the other way, pondering the answer while tapping his finger on the back of the chair he’s leaning on.

“Yes… what is it?” I look up at him, and he’s watching me with the same eyes as yesterday.

“Well… it’s whatever he wants it to be,” he smiles boyishly and a lump raises in my throat.

“I… see… a-and me? Wh-what does he w-want with me?” I choke out and his eyes darken as they roam over me and he licks his pink lips.

“Everything,” he answers without hesitation. The air is sucked from my lungs as we stare in each others’ eyes when a server comes over, breaking the connection.

“Mr. Walsh, here’s Mr. O’Hara’s lunch. We prepared it as quickly as possible,” the waiter says gleefully and hands him the tray.

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