Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
“I am sorry to hear that she isn’t well.” I say, not sure what else to say. I don’t know what I would do if I had a sick child.
Thank you. She got diagnosed with Leukemia last year. It has been non-stop chemo and doctors’ visits. Most of the time she is hauled over the toilet holding nothing in. The rest of the time, she is either sleeping, or in pain” I can see the tears her mother is trying to hold back. My heart reaches out to her, but watching the little girl with bingo, you would never know she was ill. They play a bit longer before her mom suggest they leave for her treatment.
The walk back to the pizza place, my mind keeps going back to the little girl. I couldn’t imagine.
“There you two are. What took you so long?” she asks, looking seriously concerned and a bit perturbed.
“We are sorry sweets. Bingo found himself a friend outside. A little girl. On her way to chemo actually.”
‘Oh no.” she gasps, moving her hand up to her mouth. “How sad.”
“Will there be anything else for you both?” the server comes and interrupts the conversation. We both say no and have the rest of the pizza boxed up. As we are walking out, Bingo on leash, fretting to run, I don’t want this day to end, and I have to find a way to keep her with me. Placing my hand on her arm, I turn her around to face me. As much as I didn’t want to do this, it’s now or never.
“Will you come with me? I want to show you something and was wondering if you would come back to my place.” Moving her hair out of her face, I look her in her eyes, so she can see my sincerity. “It’s not that, though believe me when I say I want that more than you'll ever know. But, you are my future. So I can wait. Do you trust me?” I put my hand out, hoping beyond hope she takes it. I want this to be a symbol of things to come for us. She looks at me with such doubt. I have to wonder who has hurt her in the past. Has made her tuck her head inside herself and never want to come out. When she licks her lips and tentatively places her hand in mine, I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Finally I can feel the rest of my life coming together.
CHAPTER
THREE
LYNN
Walking beside him down the sidewalk, I keep sneaking glances over at him. My mind, going back and forth, is trying to figure out his angle. Zach is the son of my boss. Everyone at our company knows he will inherit. Not that he doesn't’ work his ass off. Every day I watch him bust his ass to prove he is more than the son of the boss. I am not overtly obvious about my crush on him, but when I think I can get away with it, my gaze is only on him. Not just him though. I see the way the girls at the company look at him. The way the push their boobs in his face, bat their eyelashes and one time I even saw a girl bend over in front of his face. Like, she really bent over pretending to pick something up. I had just gotten my coffee and damn near spit it out all over the floor, I choked so hard watching her try to seduce him. Impressively enough though, he seems to not have any interest in anyone there. Including me. So this, whatever this is, is confusing the hell out of me.
“You got something you want to ask me, baby?” I jump when I hear his voice, my eyes bucking when I see his eyes on me. I can feel my cheeks heat up knowing he caught me staring at him. Damn it!
“Ummm, not right now. Other than where are we going?”
“Not too far. Just right across the street to the building there.” he points in front of us, and I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes. Of course he would live in Trump Towers. As we walk in through the front glass doors, the security guard nods at him as he input his code for the elevator. As much as I feel a bit out of place, I can’t help but be in awe at how beautiful it is on the inside. I have never seen something so elegant and posh. I find myself holding my breath afraid I am going to somehow damage this piece of art by breathing.
“It’s just a building.” he whispers in my ear, pulling me to the elevator. The hell? The elevators are freaking fantastic. I really wish I was holding my dog right now. I could hide behind him. But, Zach shows no sign of letting him go. Smart ass.