hair neatly styled back and his eyes so blue that I could
see them from a distance. He was very handsome—an eye-catcher back
in the day, I’m sure.
Miles ended his conversation with someone (I
lost track of names five or six ago), placed his hand on my lower
back, and escorted us to a table towards the front with none other
than Connie already sitting at. Again, it came as no surprise. She
and Miles are both CEOs of ETV, of course they would be seated
together. I had hoped deep down that they wouldn’t be.
As soon as we came into view, an older woman,
very elegantly dressed with a wavy silver bob, stood from the
table, a loving smile carrying from one side of her face to the
other. Miles chuckled to himself, seeing her dart towards us. As
soon as she came into hearing distance, he raised his free hand in
her direction.
“Sweetheart,” he started, making my heart
flutter once again, “this beautiful woman is my mother, Josephine
Blackwell.”
My stomach sank. Meeting his parents was not on
the list of todos tonight. I’m not sure why, but it wasn’t
something that even entered my mind. Although, I guess I shouldn’t
be surprised. Of course they would be at an event held by their
children’s company.
I reached my hand out as I told her what a
pleasure it was meeting her, but she bypassed it, pulling me into a
warm, friendly hug instead. The elated feeling filling my chest was
smeared across my face. It’s always nice being accepted by the
parents; it’s step one with entering a successful relationship. At
least that’s what I’d been told.
“As soon as I heard Miles was bringing a date, I
was filled with joy and so anxious to meet you!” she gushed after
pulling back from our hug.
Miles chuckled again beside me, amused by his
mother.
“Such a pleasure to meet you, Kayla. And so
beautiful—I can see why you caught my son’s eye.”
My cheeks warmed at her compliment; she had the
same effect on me as her son. “Thank you. The pleasure is all mine,
though,” I said, smiling wholeheartedly.
She started to say something else but Miles
interrupted, reminding us that we should take our seats as everyone
around us already had. She smiled once more, glancing back and
forth between us both before returning to her seat beside Connie.
Miles and I took two of the three other empty seats. I wondered who
the empty chair beside his mother belonged to, but then, after
getting a closer look at the man behind the microphone, I knew it
was his, and also knew why I found him such an attractive older
man—he was an older version of Miles.
Miles’ hand found my leg below the table as his
father began to speak again, calming any ounce of anxiety left
humming throughout my body.
“On behalf of the Blackwell family, I would like
to thank you all for attending our annual Love With Words event.
This is a foundation very dear to our hearts and are proud of the
organization it has become…”
My eyes carried across the table to Connie’s.
Something filled them that I had yet to see; something I never
thought ever could…emotion. Connie’s eyes were glossy. She stared
at Mr. Blackwell with a heartfelt smile as he spoke about the Love
With Words Foundation, a non-profit organization that seeks help
and provides support for abused women and children. I was intrigued
to say the least. It seemed her father’s words affected her to no
end, and I wanted to know more. I needed to know why.
Miles interrupted my thought process, leaning
towards me and nuzzling my cheek with his nose before gently
kissing it. His affection tonight was warming, making those now
noticeable butterflies relentless. He’d transitioned from the stiff
businessman that he was in the office, and even in the lobby, to
affectionate and loving boyfriend. I loved it. I couldn’t get
enough. With every touch and gesture, my heart grew even more. I
was getting dangerously attached; more so than I had ever allowed
one person to make me. Not even with
see them from a distance. He was very handsome—an eye-catcher back
in the day, I’m sure.
Miles ended his conversation with someone (I
lost track of names five or six ago), placed his hand on my lower
back, and escorted us to a table towards the front with none other
than Connie already sitting at. Again, it came as no surprise. She
and Miles are both CEOs of ETV, of course they would be seated
together. I had hoped deep down that they wouldn’t be.
As soon as we came into view, an older woman,
very elegantly dressed with a wavy silver bob, stood from the
table, a loving smile carrying from one side of her face to the
other. Miles chuckled to himself, seeing her dart towards us. As
soon as she came into hearing distance, he raised his free hand in
her direction.
“Sweetheart,” he started, making my heart
flutter once again, “this beautiful woman is my mother, Josephine
Blackwell.”
My stomach sank. Meeting his parents was not on
the list of todos tonight. I’m not sure why, but it wasn’t
something that even entered my mind. Although, I guess I shouldn’t
be surprised. Of course they would be at an event held by their
children’s company.
I reached my hand out as I told her what a
pleasure it was meeting her, but she bypassed it, pulling me into a
warm, friendly hug instead. The elated feeling filling my chest was
smeared across my face. It’s always nice being accepted by the
parents; it’s step one with entering a successful relationship. At
least that’s what I’d been told.
“As soon as I heard Miles was bringing a date, I
was filled with joy and so anxious to meet you!” she gushed after
pulling back from our hug.
Miles chuckled again beside me, amused by his
mother.
“Such a pleasure to meet you, Kayla. And so
beautiful—I can see why you caught my son’s eye.”
My cheeks warmed at her compliment; she had the
same effect on me as her son. “Thank you. The pleasure is all mine,
though,” I said, smiling wholeheartedly.
She started to say something else but Miles
interrupted, reminding us that we should take our seats as everyone
around us already had. She smiled once more, glancing back and
forth between us both before returning to her seat beside Connie.
Miles and I took two of the three other empty seats. I wondered who
the empty chair beside his mother belonged to, but then, after
getting a closer look at the man behind the microphone, I knew it
was his, and also knew why I found him such an attractive older
man—he was an older version of Miles.
Miles’ hand found my leg below the table as his
father began to speak again, calming any ounce of anxiety left
humming throughout my body.
“On behalf of the Blackwell family, I would like
to thank you all for attending our annual Love With Words event.
This is a foundation very dear to our hearts and are proud of the
organization it has become…”
My eyes carried across the table to Connie’s.
Something filled them that I had yet to see; something I never
thought ever could…emotion. Connie’s eyes were glossy. She stared
at Mr. Blackwell with a heartfelt smile as he spoke about the Love
With Words Foundation, a non-profit organization that seeks help
and provides support for abused women and children. I was intrigued
to say the least. It seemed her father’s words affected her to no
end, and I wanted to know more. I needed to know why.
Miles interrupted my thought process, leaning
towards me and nuzzling my cheek with his nose before gently
kissing it. His affection tonight was warming, making those now
noticeable butterflies relentless. He’d transitioned from the stiff
businessman that he was in the office, and even in the lobby, to
affectionate and loving boyfriend. I loved it. I couldn’t get
enough. With every touch and gesture, my heart grew even more. I
was getting dangerously attached; more so than I had ever allowed
one person to make me. Not even with
Similar Books
