>The Next Morning<
“Stop doing that or your eyebrows will go bald,” I said to Kayla, who wouldn’t stop raising her brows teasingly at me.
“I can’t help it. You’re living my dream, girl,” she replied, referring to the text I got from Enzo last night.”
We’re currently having breakfast, and Kayla has decided to torment me by teasing me non–stop.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m living your dream? Aren’t you the one who said he’s scary and dangerous? How come he’s your dream man now?“> “That was before I met him in person. I take back every cruel word I’ve said about him. He’s so sweet and romantic,” she sniffled as she fake–cried. “He’s a big bad boy on the outside, but a romantic lover boy on the inside… That’s so my type!“}
I shook my head. “You’re so fickle.“}}
“Yes, allow me,” she replied, and we laughed.”
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
“Excuse me, my lady,” Kayla said, rushing to the door.”
She swung the door open but quickly slammed it shut as she turned to me with her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks reddened as she blushed.
“Are you alright, Kay?” I asked.>>
“Your Mr. Romantic is here,” she whispered, loud enough for me to hear.”
chuckled. “You’ve upgraded his title from flash husband to Mr. Romantic?”
She rolled her eyes and rushed towards me.“]
“Go get the door yourself,” she said, pulling me up from my chair.
“Okay, okay, stop pulling me.”
I got up and approached the door. Standing behind it, I took a deep breath before pulling it open.”
“Good morning, babygirl,” Enzo greeted with a cautious smile when I opened the door. “How was your night?”
“Fine,” I replied simply, heading back to the dining table to finish my breakfast.
He rushed in after me. Kayla carried her food and dashed towards her room when she saw us approaching the dining table–she flashed me a knowing wink before getting out of sight.!!
Enzo pulled out my chair as if it wasn’t already out before. I sat down anyway.!!
He pulled another chair closer to mine and sat down.
“It’s early,” I nodded at the wall clock. It’s 7:49 a.m. “Don’t you have work?” I asked.Я
He shook his head. “I can’t go to work knowing my wife is mad at me.“}
I didn’t respond. I simply continued eating.
“Babygirl, look. I have very thick dark circles under my eyes because I couldn’t sleep throughout the night. It was torturing not having you in my arms,” he said.
I pretended to be nonchalant at his complaint but sneakily looked at his eyes and realized that he wasn’t lying. He looked as if he’d been deprived of sleep for days. I got butterflies in my stomach knowing I’d finally got someone who’s crazily in love with me.
“Are you still mad at me?” he asked.}
He got up from his chair and went on his knees, his arms snaked around my waist, and he rested his head on my lap.}
“I’m truly sorry, my baby. I know I’m very clumsy with my words and actions sometimes. I might have hurt you unknowingly. I’m sorry, babygirl. Please forgive me,” he apologized.”
How can someone be so sweet? What did I do to deserve him?>
“Please, baby,” he kept on apologizing.
“Get up, Enzo.“}
“No. Not until you forgive me,” he said.
“I’m not mad at you. I was mad at someone else and transferred the aggression to you,” I told him.”
“Really? You were not mad at me?“}
“No, I wasn’t.”
He got up, pulled me from my chair, and engulfed me in a tight hug with his face buried in my neck.
“Do you know I almost went into depression?” he murmured.
I laughed. “Okay, that’s an exaggeration.”
“I’m not exaggerating. I almost lost my sanity because I was racking my head and trying to figure out what I did wrong.” He helped me sit back down and began massaging my shoulders. “I’ve never been this crazy over a woman.“}
I sighed. “I’m sorry for making you go through that.”
“Finish up your breakfast. I’ll take you somewhere.”
“Where are we going?”
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He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “It’s a surprise!”
I turned around, wanting to tell him that I hate surprises, but he kissed me instead, silencing me.”
>>>>>>>
Enzo’s surprise made me so curious that I hurriedly finished my breakfast, and we’re currently in his car. But instead of driving to ‘somewhere‘ like he had said, we’re driving home.”
“Is the surprise at home?” I asked when I couldn’t keep the confusion to myself anymore.”
“No,” he answered.}]
“Then why are we going home?“}
“It’s a themed event, so Cora will help you get dressed and a chauffeur will bring you over,” he said.“]
“What kind of event is it?” I asked.”
He pinched my nose softly. “You’ll find out when you get there.“}]
Knowing he would not say more than he already had, I decided not to ask any more questions–I’ll just wait and see for myself.
