Free Falling for the Secret Billionaire: Part 2 by Mia Caldwell Page B

this.”
     
    “Anything for my special girl” she said as she sat down across from me and scooted in her chair.
     
    “Bon appetite ma Cherie” I replied.
     
    I was so starving, and it had been weeks since I had had a proper meal like this. I must have looked like a savage pig eating because I finished my meal in half the time it took Keisha. If it were a civilized thing to do, I probably would have started to lick the plate clean to show how much I loved her cooking. I leaned my elbow onto the table, cupping my chin in the palm of my hand and stared at Keisha.
    She was such a classy girl. She had taken the white napkin from the table, folded it on her plate. She sat up straight to eat her meal and used the proper utensils for each course of the meal. I couldn’t help myself from admiring her. What would I do with her? I knew I would never be where I am today without Keisha’s support. When she finished her meal she picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth with it and mimicked my pose of leaning on the counter cupping her face in her hand.
     
    “You know I’m always here for you right Jasmine?”
     
    “Don’t be ridiculous, of course I know that! Don’t get so fucking sentimental on me!” I stuck out my tongue at her and stood up from the table.
     
    I picked up our dishes and dumped them in the dishwasher to put on automatic rinse.
     
    “Okay seriously, I’m in a rush though, I should get to work!”
     
    “Yeah yeah… get a move on! Eat my home cooked breakfast and leave just like that psssshhhh” Keisha said sarcastically..
     
    “I’m sorry, I love youuu! See you tonight babe! I told her on my way out the door.
     
    I started to walk towards the library, and like a brick wall, the depression hit me again. I could keep myself distracted for a few minutes, but as soon as I started thinking about James again, all the memories started to flood back to my memory. It wasn’t the actual incident between James and Greg that made me so sad, but rather, it was memories of that amazing night I had had with James that made me so sad. This could have been the man I spent the rest of my life with if thinks had worked out for us better. James had left about 100 messages in my voicemail, pretty much one a day but I still couldn’t build up the courage to pick up the phone and call him back. Like clockwork, he would call me every day at around 5 in the evening when he knew that I would be finished at the library, but I had put the status to “ignore” on my contacts list so that I wasn’t tempted to answer the phone when he was calling. Sometimes, I dreamt about him too. Mostly flash backs from the night down at the beach and would wake up wishing that he were there lying down next to me. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. I had gotten over Greg so fast. Of course I still talked to him after the break up but the emotional and romantic connection completely disappeared. With James there had been no closure to our relationship, I felt like we had unfinished business but if what Greg said about him was true, I couldn’t’ stand the thought of getting back together with a guy like that.
     
    I took a detour on my way to the library and stopped off at the pier to look out at sea to clear my mind. I walked down the splintered wood of the dock until I hit the barrier at the end of it. I sat down on the wood barrier and looked out at sea. I must have played that night with James in my head about a billion times, and I just couldn’t let it go. I could still feel the sensation of his fingertips on my thigh, the waves crashing against the soles of our feet, and the instant connection that we had that night. He had told me that I was the most beautiful girl he had ever met, of course something every girl wants to hear. Greg was never that romantic and I realized that it was going to be a long while until I found that kind of love again, if I ever did. I didn’t think I could have those