Romance: Teen Romance: Follow Your Dreams (A Nerd and a Bad Boy Romance) (New Adult High School Sports Romance) by Stella White Page B
Authors: Stella White
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'm sure he'll be able to offer some words of comfort to you and Matthew.''
''Thank you for all you have done for us, doctor. You made her very comfortable, and I appreciate that,'' Aaron said.
''Come along Aaron. Let's go and leave the doctor to do what he has to,'' Jean said. She put her arm around him as they walked out of the room.
Aaron went to his office before going home. He wanted to tell the people who worked for him. When he walked through the glass door, the receptionist knew just by looking at his face. She got up and hugged him. ''I'm so sorry Aaron. If there's anything I can do you will tell me won't you?''
''Thanks, Jan. Just keep up the good work, that's all I ask.''
He walked along the corridor and into his office. He closed the door and sat behind his desk. I've built all this singlehandedly, he thought. But what difference has it made? Now I'm a widower, and Matthew doesn't have a mom. When he looked out of the window, he could see for miles down the Hudson River. He loved New York, but on that day, it looked gray and uninviting. He owned the whole building in downtown Manhattan, a ninety-story maze of offices, retail and residential real estate. It wasn't the only building he owned. He owned similar properties all over the States and Europe.
''Aaron, I'm so sorry,'' Megan said.
''Come in,'' Aaron said when he saw her hesitating.
She walked to his desk and hugged him. After she'd dabbed the corner of her eye with a tissue, she sat down in the chrome and leather chair opposite him.
''Do you want to talk?'' she asked.
''I don't know. I'm just numb.'' He looked at the woman who'd been his PA for the last fifteen years. He was glad he'd chosen a more mature lady to look after him. She'd been a wonderful PA. He remembered back in the days when he'd just started his business how many beautiful women had applied for the post he'd advertised. But despite being turned on no end by the mini skirts, long legs, and low cut tops, he stayed focused and chose someone purely on merit. Megan was fifty-six and marvelously efficient. ''I couldn't have done all this without you, Megan,'' he said.
''Nonsense. You've done it all yourself.''
''Not bad for a kid from the wrong end of town,'' he said with reference to his upbringing in a squalid apartment in Brownsville, NY.
''Not bad at all,'' she said. ''But I think it's not despite your background it's because of it.''
''What do you mean?''
''You know how you got to the top. You had to kick ass and push people around. You had to bend the rules, break a few bones and never take no for an answer. A boy from middle-class America, who'd been to private school, and then Harvard wouldn't have been able to do that. And do you know what the best part of it is?'' she asked.
''No.''
''You're still only thirty-two. I'm so sorry about Lindsey, and I know it will take you a long time to get over it. But you're still so young.''
''It doesn't feel that way at the moment,'' Aaron said.
''Of course not. Without wanting to demean Lindsey's memory in any way, I just want to say that time is a great healer.''
''I guess. Will you call the undertaker and make the funeral arrangements, I don't think I can?''
''Sure.''
''You know what I want, we've discussed it often enough.''
*****
Aaron had asked people not to wear black. Black wasn't the color he associated with Lindsey, and although it was tradition, he wanted people to wear bright colors. He wanted her funeral to be a celebration of her life. It was impossible for it to be a joyous occasion, but he wanted it to be a thanksgiving of what Lindsey had given to the world. Her charm, intelligence, beauty and the most wonderful gift of all Matthew.
He looked at his five-year-old son playing with some building blocks in the corner of his playroom and wondered how he would react when he saw his mom's coffin. Aaron had agonized about letting Matthew go to the funeral, but he'd read an article about a woman who hadn't been
''Thank you for all you have done for us, doctor. You made her very comfortable, and I appreciate that,'' Aaron said.
''Come along Aaron. Let's go and leave the doctor to do what he has to,'' Jean said. She put her arm around him as they walked out of the room.
Aaron went to his office before going home. He wanted to tell the people who worked for him. When he walked through the glass door, the receptionist knew just by looking at his face. She got up and hugged him. ''I'm so sorry Aaron. If there's anything I can do you will tell me won't you?''
''Thanks, Jan. Just keep up the good work, that's all I ask.''
He walked along the corridor and into his office. He closed the door and sat behind his desk. I've built all this singlehandedly, he thought. But what difference has it made? Now I'm a widower, and Matthew doesn't have a mom. When he looked out of the window, he could see for miles down the Hudson River. He loved New York, but on that day, it looked gray and uninviting. He owned the whole building in downtown Manhattan, a ninety-story maze of offices, retail and residential real estate. It wasn't the only building he owned. He owned similar properties all over the States and Europe.
''Aaron, I'm so sorry,'' Megan said.
''Come in,'' Aaron said when he saw her hesitating.
She walked to his desk and hugged him. After she'd dabbed the corner of her eye with a tissue, she sat down in the chrome and leather chair opposite him.
''Do you want to talk?'' she asked.
''I don't know. I'm just numb.'' He looked at the woman who'd been his PA for the last fifteen years. He was glad he'd chosen a more mature lady to look after him. She'd been a wonderful PA. He remembered back in the days when he'd just started his business how many beautiful women had applied for the post he'd advertised. But despite being turned on no end by the mini skirts, long legs, and low cut tops, he stayed focused and chose someone purely on merit. Megan was fifty-six and marvelously efficient. ''I couldn't have done all this without you, Megan,'' he said.
''Nonsense. You've done it all yourself.''
''Not bad for a kid from the wrong end of town,'' he said with reference to his upbringing in a squalid apartment in Brownsville, NY.
''Not bad at all,'' she said. ''But I think it's not despite your background it's because of it.''
''What do you mean?''
''You know how you got to the top. You had to kick ass and push people around. You had to bend the rules, break a few bones and never take no for an answer. A boy from middle-class America, who'd been to private school, and then Harvard wouldn't have been able to do that. And do you know what the best part of it is?'' she asked.
''No.''
''You're still only thirty-two. I'm so sorry about Lindsey, and I know it will take you a long time to get over it. But you're still so young.''
''It doesn't feel that way at the moment,'' Aaron said.
''Of course not. Without wanting to demean Lindsey's memory in any way, I just want to say that time is a great healer.''
''I guess. Will you call the undertaker and make the funeral arrangements, I don't think I can?''
''Sure.''
''You know what I want, we've discussed it often enough.''
*****
Aaron had asked people not to wear black. Black wasn't the color he associated with Lindsey, and although it was tradition, he wanted people to wear bright colors. He wanted her funeral to be a celebration of her life. It was impossible for it to be a joyous occasion, but he wanted it to be a thanksgiving of what Lindsey had given to the world. Her charm, intelligence, beauty and the most wonderful gift of all Matthew.
He looked at his five-year-old son playing with some building blocks in the corner of his playroom and wondered how he would react when he saw his mom's coffin. Aaron had agonized about letting Matthew go to the funeral, but he'd read an article about a woman who hadn't been
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