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Cherish Me Forever: Chapter 17

    <span id="kobo.7.1">‘D<span id="kobo.8.1">om, can I have a word<span id="kobo.9.1">?’ <span id="kobo.9.2">Charlene, my assistant, asked.


    <span id="kobo.10.1">I nced up from the screen of myputer. <span id="kobo.10.2">‘Sure. <span id="kobo.10.3">I thought you’d gone.”


    <span id="kobo.11.1">Most of the employees left early on Fridays, an unspoken agreement we had since they worked their asses off all week.


    <span id="kobo.12.1">‘Someone has to workte,’ she said with humor, ‘but I’m actually d I caught you when everyone else is gone.’


    <span id="kobo.13.1">‘Why’s that?’


    <span id="kobo.14.1">‘I wanted to talk to you about a delicate thing.’ <span id="kobo.14.2">She cleared her throat. <span id="kobo.14.3">‘I got an email from Kelly yesterday.’


    <span id="kobo.15.1">I stilledpletely. <span id="kobo.15.2">‘What? <span id="kobo.15.3">Why would Kelly contact you?’


    <span id="kobo.16.1">I hadn’tmunicated with my ex since we signed the divorce papers.


    <span id="kobo.17.1">‘She wants us to release the rights to some of the pictures she had done while she was modeling for us. <span id="kobo.17.2">I could just forward it to legal, but I thought I’d run it by you first.’


    <span id="kobo.18.1">‘Give her whatever she wants. <span id="kobo.18.2">I don’t care. <span id="kobo.18.3">I’m surprised she didn’t bring it up in the divorce proceedings,’ I said.


    <span id="kobo.19.1">‘It’s possible she didn’t know she could do it, or maybe she forgot about it.’ <span id="kobo.19.2">She hesitated in the doorway.


    <span id="kobo.20.1">‘What is it, Charlene?’


    <span id="kobo.21.1">‘Maybe she just wants to get in touch with you.’


    <span id="kobo.22.1">‘She wouldn’t. <span id="kobo.22.2">Trust me.’


    <span id="kobo.23.1">‘Oh, who knows? <span id="kobo.23.2">Maybe once she went out there in the big wild world, she realized what a moron she was for letting you slip away.’


    <span id="kobo.24.1">I startedughing.


    <span id="kobo.25.1">Charlene smiled. <span id="kobo.25.2">‘That’s good. <span id="kobo.25.3">You’reughing again, boss. <span id="kobo.25.4">For a while there it looked like you forgot how.’


    <span id="kobo.26.1">‘You know I like to keep it professional at the office.’


    <span id="kobo.27.1">‘Yes, but there’s a difference between that and looking like you’re mourning or something. <span id="kobo.27.2">Although, I guess it would be fair to say you’re mourning your marriage.’ <span id="kobo.27.3">She shrugged. <span id="kobo.27.4">‘Anyway, that’s all I had to say. <span id="kobo.27.5">I’m going.’


    <span id="kobo.28.1">‘I’ming too. <span id="kobo.28.2">I’m done with work.’


    <span id="kobo.29.1">‘That’s progress. <span id="kobo.29.2">You’ve got ns?’


    <span id="kobo.30.1">‘I do actually, yeah.’


    <span id="kobo.31.1">Her eyes widened. <span id="kobo.31.2">‘Good for you. <span id="kobo.31.3">I’m not going to butt in, but I haven’t seen this’—she pointed at my face—’in a long time, so whatever it is, I’m happy for you.’


    <span id="kobo.32.1">We hurried together to the elevator. <span id="kobo.32.2">I went down to the parking garage, stopping first at ground level for Charlene, who always rode in on her bike. <span id="kobo.32.3">I had no idea how some people biked year-round in Chicago—winters were brutal.


    <span id="kobo.33.1">Kelly<span id="kobo.34.1">. <span id="kobo.34.2">I never wanted to hear her name again. <span id="kobo.34.3">I’d made that clear after the divorce. <span id="kobo.34.4">But I was determined to push her at the back of my mind. <span id="kobo.34.5">I’d promised Reese fun.


    <span id="kobo.35.1">I’d been so focused on her and her ex that I’d never stopped to think about mine—about what would happen if my path ever crossed hers again. <span id="kobo.35.2">But that wasn’t going to happen. <span id="kobo.35.3">Kelly and I had said everything there was to say, the parting, though messy, was agreed upon, and we were both relieved to be out of the marriage.


    <span id="kobo.36.1">As I climbed inside my car, I was determined not to think of Kelly again. <span id="kobo.36.2">She was part of my past. <span id="kobo.36.3">My future was Kelly free, and I was only going to focus on Reese.


    <span id="kobo.37.1">I went home and quickly packed a bag, then made a split-second decision to stop on the way, to buy her flowers.


    <span id="kobo.38.1">‘Hi. <span id="kobo.38.2">How can I help you?’ <span id="kobo.38.3">the sales associate asked me when I stepped up to the counter.


    <span id="kobo.39.1">‘I want a bouquet. <span id="kobo.39.2">The biggest one you can make.’


    <span id="kobo.40.1">‘Special asion for you and the missus?’


    <span id="kobo.41.1">I tensed. <span id="kobo.41.2">Why would she assume I was married? <span id="kobo.41.3">I didn’t have a ring on my finger.


    <span id="kobo.42.1">Her smile fell when she noticed my expression.


    <span id="kobo.43.1">Damn, Dom. <span id="kobo.43.2">It’s just a figure of speech. <span id="kobo.43.3">Get your shit together.


    <span id="kobo.44.1">‘I just want to make her smile,’ I said honestly.


    <span id="kobo.45.1">‘Wow. <span id="kobo.45.2">I don’t think I’ve ever had a customer say that. <span id="kobo.45.3">So, do you know what you want in terms of flowers?’


    <span id="kobo.46.1">‘Give me something you’d like to receive.’


    <span id="kobo.47.1">She smiled. <span id="kobo.47.2">‘What’s the budget?’


    <span id="kobo.48.1">‘No budget.’


    <span id="kobo.49.1">‘That’s my kind of customer. <span id="kobo.49.2">Wait here.’


    <span id="kobo.50.1">It took her fifteen minutes toe back to the front, but I could instantly say it was worth it. <span id="kobo.50.2">I didn’t have the first clue about flowers, but the bouquet looked great. <span id="kobo.50.3">There was a mixture of white and pink and something that looked to be between orange and pink.


    <span id="kobo.51.1">‘I used salmon-colored roses for ents,” she exined.


    <span id="kobo.52.1">That was the color. <span id="kobo.53.1">Salmon<span id="kobo.54.1">.


    <span id="kobo.55.1">After paying and climbing back into my car, I raced through the city, hating that I was alreadyte. <span id="kobo.55.2">But I knew in my gut that it would all be all worth it. <span id="kobo.55.3">I’d nned to surprise Reese by bringing the flowers to her doorstep, but she was already in front of the building with the biggest suitcase I’d ever seen next to her.


    <span id="kobo.56.1">I stepped out of the car holding the flowers and watched her intently.


    <span id="kobo.57.1">Her face only changed subtly at first—dimples appeared in her cheeks, and her eyes crinkled in the corners—but then she shed me a huge smile. <span id="kobo.57.2">‘Dom, those are amazing.’


    <span id="kobo.58.1">I handed them to her with a grin. <span id="kobo.58.2">‘Surprise. <span id="kobo.58.3">Sorry I’mte.’


    <span id="kobo.59.1">‘You can bete anytime you want if you show up with surprises like this.’ <span id="kobo.59.2">The bouquet was so big that she had to hold it with both hands. <span id="kobo.59.3">‘They smell so good and look so pretty.’ <span id="kobo.59.4">Her eyes turned sad.


    <span id="kobo.60.1">‘Reese, what’s wrong?’


    <span id="kobo.61.1">‘Absolutely nothing, you gorgeous, amazing man.’


    <span id="kobo.62.1">‘Come on, let’s go.’ <span id="kobo.62.2">I stared at her suitcase.


    <span id="kobo.63.1">“The weather forecast is confusing, since it’s supposed to be cold in the morning and evenings and warm throughout the day.”


    <span id="kobo.64.1">I quirked a brow. <span id="kobo.64.2">“So you packed everything you owned?”


    <span id="kobo.65.1">Sheughed. <span id="kobo.65.2">“No…I would have needed six suitcases for that.”


    <span id="kobo.66.1">I waited for the punchline, but there was none. <span id="kobo.66.2">She obviously owned a shit ton of clothes.


    <span id="kobo.67.1">As I put the suitcase in the trunk of the car, she opened the back door, carefully setting the flowers on the back seat.


    <span id="kobo.68.1">“They’re so beautiful,’ she murmured. <span id="kobo.68.2">‘I can’t wait to put them in water.’


    <span id="kobo.69.1">“It’s not far away. <span id="kobo.69.2">Just an hour’s drive,” I informed her when we were both in the car.


    <span id="kobo.70.1">‘Howe you bought a house so close to the city?’


    <span id="kobo.71.1">‘I wanted something on the water without being crammed next to any neighbors.”


    <span id="kobo.72.1">‘But why don’t you live there full-time? <span id="kobo.72.2">It’s not such a hugemute.’


    <span id="kobo.73.1">‘I like to rx when I’m there. <span id="kobo.73.2">Back at the condo, I work a lot from home. <span id="kobo.73.3">I don’t want any of that when I’m at theke.’


    <span id="kobo.74.1">She nodded. <span id="kobo.74.2">‘Duly noted. <span id="kobo.74.3">So theke is just for rxation?’


    <span id="kobo.75.1">‘Exactly!’


    <span id="kobo.76.1">She nced out the window, and I could see her reflection from the corner of my eye. <span id="kobo.76.2">She was smiling.


    <span id="kobo.77.1">‘How was your day?” <span id="kobo.77.2">she asked.


    <span id="kobo.78.1">‘Good. <span id="kobo.78.2">Productive.’ <span id="kobo.78.3">I had no idea what made me say it, but I found myself adding, “Until my assistant told me that my ex-wife wants us to give up the rights to some pictures of her.”


    <span id="kobo.79.1">“Oh.” <span id="kobo.79.2">Reese was instantly on alert, her shoulders going up to her ears.


    <span id="kobo.80.1">Damn, why did I have to bring it up?


    <span id="kobo.81.1">I took her hand in mine, brushing her wrist with my thumb. <span id="kobo.81.2">‘Don’t worry. <span id="kobo.81.3">Sometimes models do that, wanting to mize the photos themselves. <span id="kobo.81.4">I shouldn’t have brought it up.’


    <span id="kobo.82.1">‘No, I’m d you’re sharing things with me. <span id="kobo.82.2">I mean, I’m dumping all of my ex issues on you, after all.’


    <span id="kobo.83.1">She looked like she wanted to add something more but then cocked her head to one side, avoiding my gaze.


    <span id="kobo.84.1">‘So what does that mean? <span id="kobo.84.2">Are you going to see her again?’ <span id="kobo.84.3">she asked after a moment.


    <span id="kobo.85.1">‘No. <span id="kobo.85.2">There’s no need for that. <span id="kobo.85.3">Legal and HR can deal with it all. <span id="kobo.85.4">They just wanted to let me know.’


    <span id="kobo.86.1">‘How do you feel about… <span id="kobo.86.2">I don’t know… <span id="kobo.86.3">anything rted to your ex?’


    <span id="kobo.87.1">‘Every time I talk about her, it leaves an unpleasant taste in my mouth. <span id="kobo.87.2">I keep waiting for that to fade away.’


    <span id="kobo.88.1">Sheughed nervously. <span id="kobo.88.2">‘Spoiler alert: it might never happen. <span id="kobo.88.3">Of course, it depends on how much trouble she causes, but in my experience, it only gets marginally better.’


    <span id="kobo.89.1">“Then let’s talk about something else. <span id="kobo.89.2">Tell me about all the Christmas presents you bought for your family.”


    <span id="kobo.90.1">“Ha! <span id="kobo.90.2">That’s going to take up the whole drive.”


    <span id="kobo.91.1">She wasn’t kidding. <span id="kobo.91.2">By the time she finished telling me about thest gift—a makeup kit for Paisley, we arrived at the house. <span id="kobo.91.3">I entered the property slowly and looked at Reese. <span id="kobo.91.4">Her reaction didn’t disappoint.


    <span id="kobo.92.1">‘Hey, you didn’t tell me it would be all decorated.’ <span id="kobo.92.2">She was grinning ear to ear. <span id="kobo.92.3">Thank God the Christmas lighting looked tasteful and wasn’t gawdy.


    <span id="kobo.93.1">‘I hired apany after you were at my condo. <span id="kobo.93.2">I’d nned to invite you here and figured you’d love it.’


    <span id="kobo.94.1">‘This is incredible.”


    <span id="kobo.95.1">I was addicted to making her smile and loved to see her happy. <span id="kobo.95.2">It filled me with a sense of aplishment unlike anything I’d ever felt before.


    <span id="kobo.96.1">Part of it was that Reese appreciated things. <span id="kobo.96.2">She didn’t expect anyone to do anything for her, so when I gave her something, like the flowers, her reaction was over-the-top, and I loved it.


    <span id="kobo.97.1">She jumped out of the car and took a few steps toward the house. <span id="kobo.97.2">Then she turned on her heels and came back to the car, opening the back door and grabbing her flowers.


    <span id="kobo.98.1">Chuckling, I went to the trunk, taking out our luggage.


    <span id="kobo.99.1">‘Come on, let’s hurry up!’ <span id="kobo.99.2">Clearly she couldn’t wait. <span id="kobo.99.3">Her childlike enthusiasm was contagious.


    <span id="kobo.100.1">She swung her hips slightly from left to right as we walked toward the house. <span id="kobo.100.2">I tried to look at it objectively and not be a scrooge. <span id="kobo.100.3">I’d always felt like decorations were a waste of effort, but maybe because of Reese’s reaction, I now appreciated it. <span id="kobo.100.4">The whole ce seemed more weing.


    <span id="kobo.101.1">Thepany did a decent job. <span id="kobo.101.2">They’d put strings of white lights everywhere, and it really brightened up the outside.


    <span id="kobo.102.1">I unlocked the front door and opened it. <span id="kobo.102.2">Reese gasped, and I followed her gaze immediately, wondering if there was any damage inside, a burst pipe or something.


    <span id="kobo.103.1">But no, she was just reacting to the Christmas tree. <span id="kobo.103.2">Again, thepany had done a decent job. <span id="kobo.103.3">They went for a mix of red and gold with white lights—ssy and tasteful.


    <span id="kobo.104.1">‘I can’t believe you told them to put up a tree. <span id="kobo.104.2">Most people would say it’s far too early!’


    <span id="kobo.105.1">I tried to suppress myughter, but I couldn’t.


    <span id="kobo.106.1">She narrowed her eyes. <span id="kobo.106.2">‘What?’


    <span id="kobo.107.1">‘I <span id="kobo.108.1">am<span id="kobo.109.1"> one of those people. <span id="kobo.109.2">I didn’t actually instruct them to do it. <span id="kobo.109.3">I think it might be part of the package. <span id="kobo.109.4">I must have overlooked that detail.’


    <span id="kobo.110.1">‘This is a masterpiece. <span id="kobo.110.2">Can you give me the contact info for thepany?’


    <span id="kobo.111.1">‘Sure. <span id="kobo.111.2">You want to use it for your ce?’


    <span id="kobo.112.1">She blinked as if I’d said the most obnoxious thing on the. <span id="kobo.112.2">‘No! <span id="kobo.112.3">I’m decorating my own ce. <span id="kobo.112.4">I’ve got tons of things that I’ve umted over the years. <span id="kobo.112.5">It’s too personal to me, so I have to be the one to set everything up. <span id="kobo.112.6">But I want another option for the hotel. <span id="kobo.112.7">I wasn’t thrilled with thepany we usedst year.’


    <span id="kobo.113.1">‘Sure, I’ll forward it to you.’


    <span id="kobo.114.1">She nced out the window. <span id="kobo.114.2">‘They put lights in the backyard too. <span id="kobo.114.3">Can we go explore them?’


    <span id="kobo.115.1">I growled, stepping closer to her. <span id="kobo.115.2">“We will. <span id="kobo.115.3">Later. <span id="kobo.115.4">For now, I want to explore you.”


    <span id="kobo.116.1">She shifted in my arms, leaning against me. <span id="kobo.116.2">‘Yes, sir. <span id="kobo.116.3">I’m at your service.’ <span id="kobo.116.4">Then she purred, ‘I’m all yours this weekend. <span id="kobo.116.5">You can do whatever you want with me for however long you want.’


    <span id="kobo.117.1">I felt a straining in my boxers and groaned. <span id="kobo.117.2">‘Woman, don’t say things like that to me before I feed you.’


    <span id="kobo.118.1">‘First you brought me flowers, and now you want to feed me. <span id="kobo.118.2">This is shaping up to be one of the best weekends ever.’


    <span id="kobo.119.1">‘I’m d you think that.’


    <span id="kobo.120.1">ncing around, she found a vase in the living room and put the flowers in it. <span id="kobo.120.2">Then she focused on the kitchen. <span id="kobo.120.3">‘This is impressive.’


    <span id="kobo.121.1">‘It came with the house. <span id="kobo.121.2">I thought it was too big at first, but now I like it.’


    <span id="kobo.122.1">‘Don’t we have to shop or something?’


    <span id="kobo.123.1">‘No, I had it fully stocked. <span id="kobo.123.2">Look in the fridge and tell me what looks good to you.’


    <span id="kobo.124.1">‘You’re cooking for me again, not just feeding me?’


    <span id="kobo.125.1">‘Why do you sound surprised?’


    <span id="kobo.126.1">She shrugged as she went to the fridge.


    <span id="kobo.127.1">I wrapped an arm around her, standing right behind her. <span id="kobo.127.2">‘I’ll do it often enough that you’re not surprised anymore.’


    <span id="kobo.128.1">She sighed, sounding content. <span id="kobo.128.2">‘I don’t think I’ll ever take that for granted.’ <span id="kobo.128.3">She opened the fridge door and whistled. <span id="kobo.128.4">‘Wow, when you said it was stocked, I didn’t realize you meant with this much food. <span id="kobo.128.5">I can’t decide.’


    <span id="kobo.129.1">‘Want me to surprise you?’


    <span id="kobo.130.1">‘That sounds great.’ <span id="kobo.130.2">She turned around to face me. <span id="kobo.130.3">‘What’s with the wicked smile?’


    <span id="kobo.131.1">‘You’ll seeter. <span id="kobo.131.2">You want to change into something morefortable?’ <span id="kobo.131.3">I asked, kissing her neck quickly.


    <span id="kobo.132.1">She giggled, pushing her pelvis against me, and I barely held back another groan. <span id="kobo.132.2">This woman was going to be the death of me.


    <span id="kobo.133.1">‘I could, but I don’t want to change because I’m dying to go explore everything outside.’


    <span id="kobo.134.1">I liked her priorities.


    <span id="kobo.135.1">‘How do you feel about steak and sd?’ <span id="kobo.135.2">I suggested.


    <span id="kobo.136.1">‘Sounds delicious and fast.’


    <span id="kobo.137.1">Ten minutester, I was cooking the steak while Reese was preparing the sd.


    <span id="kobo.138.1">‘Where are the bowls?’ <span id="kobo.138.2">she asked.


    <span id="kobo.139.1">‘Not sure. <span id="kobo.139.2">I keep forgetting because I don’te here too often.’


    <span id="kobo.140.1">‘I’ll manage.’ <span id="kobo.140.2">She opened two cabs, found a bowl, and then popped open the package, pouring the sd in.


    <span id="kobo.141.1">Even the mundane act of cooking dinner was somehow fascinating with her next to me. <span id="kobo.141.2">She made the dressing out of balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and salt.


    <span id="kobo.142.1">‘I present to you Reese Maxwell’s world-renowned signature dish: prepackaged sd.’


    <span id="kobo.143.1">Iughed. <span id="kobo.143.2">‘I’ll take it.’ <span id="kobo.143.3">Then, leaning into her, I said, ‘I’ll take you.’


    <span id="kobo.144.1">She pressed the side of her hip lightly against mine.


    <span id="kobo.145.1">‘You’re full of sass tonight,’ she murmured.


    <span id="kobo.146.1">‘I’m learning from the best.’


    <span id="kobo.147.1">We ate at the dining room table, sitting across from each other.


    <span id="kobo.148.1">‘It’s so peaceful here, and I can imagine that the view is gorgeous in the morning. <span id="kobo.148.2">I don’t think I’d ever go back to the city if I had this ce,’ Reese admitted.


    <span id="kobo.149.1">‘Then why didn’t you buy a home outside the city?’


    <span id="kobo.150.1">She sighed. <span id="kobo.150.2">‘I lied. <span id="kobo.150.3">I would go back because I like dropping by my cousins’ homes now and again to see the kids.’


    <span id="kobo.151.1">I smirked. <span id="kobo.151.2">‘But not your cousins?’


    <span id="kobo.152.1">She smiled sheepishly. <span id="kobo.152.2">‘Them, too, thoughtely I mostly ignore them when I’m at their ces. <span id="kobo.152.3">It’s just that… <span id="kobo.152.4">well, the little ones want my absolute attention when I’m there, and I’d feel bad not giving it to them. <span id="kobo.152.5">They’re always so excited to tell me about whatever they’ve been up to. <span id="kobo.152.6">I like to know what’s going on with them, especially the oldest one, Paisley.’


    <span id="kobo.153.1">I liked that she seemed genuinely interested in their lives. <span id="kobo.153.2">She didn’t act like kids’ stories bothered her.


    <span id="kobo.154.1">‘You’re a great cook,’ she said after the first bite of steak. <span id="kobo.154.2">“Ever consider being a chef?”


    <span id="kobo.155.1">“No. <span id="kobo.155.2">Dad always said his cooking skills were for the family, and I quite agree with him. <span id="kobo.155.3">I don’t think I’d have half the fun I do when cooking if I had to do it professionally.’


    <span id="kobo.156.1">‘It’s like me with Christmas decorations. <span id="kobo.156.2">I like to do it for myself but not for the hotel. <span id="kobo.156.3">Gran actually asked me to help her at her house this year, which is bittersweet.’


    <span id="kobo.157.1">‘How so?’ <span id="kobo.157.2">I asked, taking a mouthful of sd.


    <span id="kobo.158.1">‘I’m always happy to decorate, but it also means she knows she can’t do it by herself anymore. <span id="kobo.158.2">She didn’te out and say it, but I can read between the lines.’ <span id="kobo.158.3">She groaned. <span id="kobo.158.4">‘Damn, I was starving, and I didn’t even know it. <span id="kobo.158.5">I didn’t eat too much at my aunt’s for lunch,’ Reese said, shoving in yet another mouthful of steak.


    <span id="kobo.159.1">We werepletely silent for a few minutes while we downed our food. <span id="kobo.159.2">Reese kept looking over her shoulder, ncing out the window.


    <span id="kobo.160.1">‘We can go outside now,’ I said, barely keeping from bursting outughing.


    <span id="kobo.161.1">‘I can wait until you’re done, or if you want to have, I don’t know, dessert or something?’


    <span id="kobo.162.1">I shook my head. <span id="kobo.162.2">‘We can have the dessert once wee back.’


    <span id="kobo.163.1">‘What is it?’


    <span id="kobo.164.1">‘It’s frozen tiramisu. <span id="kobo.164.2">I’ll get it out of the freezer before we go.’


    <span id="kobo.165.1">‘Sure, take your time.’


    <span id="kobo.166.1">She put on her coat while I took the box out of the freezer, setting it in the sink, then grabbed my jacket.
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