Page 69 of My Heart's Doctor
We returned to the meeting and immersed ourselves in work matters, forgetting for that time everything related to Devon, or at least that's what I tried to convey.
The meetings ran longer than expected and that day we finished very late. When I looked at the clock I realized it was already ten at night in Uruguay. I needed to call Devon to see how everything was going. I quickly went up to my room to talk in private.
“Hello,” she said when she answered.
“Hello, Devon. How have you been?”
“We had a lovely day. She's sleeping now. But don't worry because she's doing very well. She likes my apartment and she's fascinated with the toys we bought today,” she mentioned, with joy.
“I have no doubt how happy she must be, and thank you very much for taking the trouble to buy her toys,” I affirmed, because I could imagine them enjoying themselves, especially Aurora with her new toys.
“It was no trouble at all, I'm also enjoying Aurora's company.”
“I would have liked to call earlier to wish her goodnight, but today was a complicated day,” I commented, because I always said goodnight to my daughter, except on exceptional occasions like today had been.
“Don't worry. She's fine and hasn't asked about you,” she stated, and I thought she regretted telling me that.
“That, believe it or not, leaves me very calm and makes me happy. I wouldn't want to know she's not having a good time, but I'm clear that she's happy with you,” I affirmed, sincerely, because rather than making me jealous, I was happy that Aurora was doing well.
“Have you heard anything from Alba? I sent her a message, but I haven't had a response,” she asked, drastically changing the subject.
“I spoke with her and she was organizing everything for when they discharge her son. The surgery was a success and the boy is fine. She was very emotional about being there.”
“I'm very glad.”
“Devon...” I began to say, but what I wanted to convey to her was better said in person, so I remained silent.
“Tell me,” she said, seeing that I wasn't saying anything.
“Nothing, nothing. We'll talk tomorrow. Sleep well.”
“You too,” she expressed.
I wanted to be with her, I had no doubts anymore. Devon Dulcet provoked such an overwhelming passion in me that I wanted her to be mine alone. With her I was possessive like I had never been before, not even with Cristina who did whatever she pleased with her life without even consulting me. But with Devon I was consumed by jealousy and invaded by a primitive instinct. I knew being possessive wasn't good, but I hoped she would accept me because I didn't know how to be any other way. I wanted to protect her, I wanted to have her just for myself, I wanted to kiss her, caress her and make love to her in every possible way. There wasn't a day when I didn't remember her lips, her passionate kisses, her body entwined with mine with her shapely and soft legs wrapped around my hips, as well as the warmth and tightness of her body when I entered her. Just thinking about it excited me brutally.
That day we had made a lot of progress regarding the negotiations, so I decided that the next day I would return to Uruguay. Now I needed to make progress on personal matters, more precisely on what I was feeling for Devon.
I left for Uruguay the next day. I took a private flight that was a little over ten hours of direct flight. With the time difference, I was arriving close to ten at night. From the airport I went straight to Devon’s place to avoid arriving too late, although at that hour Aurora should be sleeping. When I arrived at her building, the usual doorman opened the door and allowed me to enter. From what he said, I assumed the man thought I was Devon’s partner.
“Good evening, sir. The doctor arrived a while ago with the little one.”
“With my daughter,” I said, and he looked at me but didn’t say anything else, and at that moment I thought it was true what they say about doormen generally being a bit gossipy.
When I reached her door, I didn’t want to ring the bell because at that hour Aurora was surely sleeping. I knocked lightly on the door with my knuckles trying not to make too much noise; if Devon didn’t hear me, I would call her on the phone. I felt nervous, once again experiencing that sensation of vertigo that I only felt with her. I heard footsteps approaching and tried to calm myself. The door opened and we stood looking at each other with surprise reflected on our faces.
How beautiful she was! And I was determined to make her mine.
Chapter 14
«Don’t be afraid of failure. Be afraid of not trying.»
—Roy T. Bennett
Devon
The next day I woke up early because they were delivering the furniture I had bought to set up Aurora’s bedroom. The little one was still sleeping, but I didn’t want to have breakfast without her, so I just had some orange juice and waited for her to wake up. Meanwhile, I went to the empty room that until now I hadn’t known how to furnish, and I started planning how to arrange the new furniture. That room had been empty since I moved in, and until now I hadn’t had any intention of furnishing or decorating it because I had no idea what to do with it. Now it had its purpose—it would be Aurora’s bedroom, at least during these days she would be with me, and I hoped that in the future she could use it again. Perhaps during another trip of her father’s she could come stay with me.
After deciding where to place the bed and the rest of the furniture, I went to the bedroom and sat beside her to wake her up.
