so glad you guys are here. This
couldn't get any better."
"Oh trust me, it will, once you see
what Jen and I got you."
Ryan beamed and I hugged him just as
passionately.
I didn't care about any gift. Their presence
alone was more than enough.
Jenna
jumped inside complaining about her tenant in Paris. He organized a party that
ended up with the police showing up and shutting it off. In some Parisian
neighborhoods, Jens’ included, people weren't allowed to host noisy parties
after midnight, and they'd get a warning, and pay a contravention.
"Party of four heading to
Chicagoland!"
Ryan squeaked once Calvin had taken off
the car, heading to the airport.
The
plane was quiet and we'd managed to find four seats behind each other. I slid
next to Jude, while Jenna and Ryan settled next to each other determined to
plan a party for the three of them as soon as they'd land. We expected the
flight to land around nine thirty, and it was more than adequate time for me, to
call Landon and try to get him to tell where he was after a quick shower and
change of clothes.
Calvin was my plan B. He'd promised to
call and check discreetly from Landon's assistant or his fiancé.
Calvin told me a little about her. She was
sort of Landon's personal affairs assistant; she'd take care of his house, his
personal travel, cook for him, and organize parties. Her name was Alison, and
despite her busy schedule, she was putting herself through culinary school with
the money she earned.
Landon
had offered them one of his properties in Chicago’s suburban area as an
engagement present. I was astounded by such a show of generosity. Calvin also
told me some stories about the time he'd been working for Mr. Davis. Actually,
he was not only his driver, but also his personal head of security since he'd
left the army eight years earlier. He was only thirty two years old. I became
very fond of him; he had kind eyes and was very respectful and protective
around my friends and me. Not to mention, the way he'd helped me with my
adventurous leap.
One
hour in flight, I grabbed a book and my very time-appropriate playlist baptized
'Sparks of Sanity' and hit repeat on my favorite tune; ’As I moved on’ by ‘Blue
Foundation’ was a song that I found suitable for my state of mind and somehow;
ever since I met Landon I’ve been struck by the lyrics. I got lost in some
French literature. I thought some of Baudelaire's rhymes were very suitable for
my state of mind. Every time I thought about his reaction when he'd see me, and
how it would go from there, my stomach quivered.
I tensed playing over all the possible
outcomes. I'd never done anything without being prepared for its consequences.
Jude nudged me lightly and pulled at my
earplugs.
"It's going to be fine Boo. Stop
worrying."
He'd whispered gently.
"I don't know. I'm just in panic
mode. I've never felt this way about someone, especially not this fast."
I admitted truthfully.
"I know."
His jaw tightened, and took the rigidity
that told me where his mind had gone at that moment. He was thinking about
Caden.
I squeezed his hand, clasped mine to his,
and leaned on his shoulder.
"Don't!" I admonished,
"I'm not scared of him anymore, and
Landon is nothing like him. I can tell."
I explained as honestly as possible.
After Landon had left my apartment; I’d
been relaxed enough to sleep in my bed without flinching. I hated that he could
still haunt me like that.
"I'm aware of that boo, it's just the
way I am, and I just worry about you. I'm proud of the way you've dealt with the
whole affair, and I'm glad you're progressing and feeling brave enough to take
this leap of faith."
He paused, and kissed my knuckles.
"Call it possessiveness, call it
insanity, but I'm the only one who knows what you have to offer and no human
being will be deserving of it for me. I'm the luckiest man to have you in my
life, which you saved on more than one occasion, and it gives me the right to
just care for
couldn't get any better."
"Oh trust me, it will, once you see
what Jen and I got you."
Ryan beamed and I hugged him just as
passionately.
I didn't care about any gift. Their presence
alone was more than enough.
Jenna
jumped inside complaining about her tenant in Paris. He organized a party that
ended up with the police showing up and shutting it off. In some Parisian
neighborhoods, Jens’ included, people weren't allowed to host noisy parties
after midnight, and they'd get a warning, and pay a contravention.
"Party of four heading to
Chicagoland!"
Ryan squeaked once Calvin had taken off
the car, heading to the airport.
The
plane was quiet and we'd managed to find four seats behind each other. I slid
next to Jude, while Jenna and Ryan settled next to each other determined to
plan a party for the three of them as soon as they'd land. We expected the
flight to land around nine thirty, and it was more than adequate time for me, to
call Landon and try to get him to tell where he was after a quick shower and
change of clothes.
Calvin was my plan B. He'd promised to
call and check discreetly from Landon's assistant or his fiancé.
Calvin told me a little about her. She was
sort of Landon's personal affairs assistant; she'd take care of his house, his
personal travel, cook for him, and organize parties. Her name was Alison, and
despite her busy schedule, she was putting herself through culinary school with
the money she earned.
Landon
had offered them one of his properties in Chicago’s suburban area as an
engagement present. I was astounded by such a show of generosity. Calvin also
told me some stories about the time he'd been working for Mr. Davis. Actually,
he was not only his driver, but also his personal head of security since he'd
left the army eight years earlier. He was only thirty two years old. I became
very fond of him; he had kind eyes and was very respectful and protective
around my friends and me. Not to mention, the way he'd helped me with my
adventurous leap.
One
hour in flight, I grabbed a book and my very time-appropriate playlist baptized
'Sparks of Sanity' and hit repeat on my favorite tune; ’As I moved on’ by ‘Blue
Foundation’ was a song that I found suitable for my state of mind and somehow;
ever since I met Landon I’ve been struck by the lyrics. I got lost in some
French literature. I thought some of Baudelaire's rhymes were very suitable for
my state of mind. Every time I thought about his reaction when he'd see me, and
how it would go from there, my stomach quivered.
I tensed playing over all the possible
outcomes. I'd never done anything without being prepared for its consequences.
Jude nudged me lightly and pulled at my
earplugs.
"It's going to be fine Boo. Stop
worrying."
He'd whispered gently.
"I don't know. I'm just in panic
mode. I've never felt this way about someone, especially not this fast."
I admitted truthfully.
"I know."
His jaw tightened, and took the rigidity
that told me where his mind had gone at that moment. He was thinking about
Caden.
I squeezed his hand, clasped mine to his,
and leaned on his shoulder.
"Don't!" I admonished,
"I'm not scared of him anymore, and
Landon is nothing like him. I can tell."
I explained as honestly as possible.
After Landon had left my apartment; I’d
been relaxed enough to sleep in my bed without flinching. I hated that he could
still haunt me like that.
"I'm aware of that boo, it's just the
way I am, and I just worry about you. I'm proud of the way you've dealt with the
whole affair, and I'm glad you're progressing and feeling brave enough to take
this leap of faith."
He paused, and kissed my knuckles.
"Call it possessiveness, call it
insanity, but I'm the only one who knows what you have to offer and no human
being will be deserving of it for me. I'm the luckiest man to have you in my
life, which you saved on more than one occasion, and it gives me the right to
just care for
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