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Cherish Me Forever: Chapter 21

    <span id="kobo.9.1">‘L<span id="kobo.10.1">et’s grab a drink<span id="kobo.11.1">,’ Den said once we were upstairs.


    <span id="kobo.12.1">The guys went to our usual table, but I hurried to the bar to ce our order. <span id="kobo.12.2">Tom had his hands full with customers, but as soon as he saw me, he nodded in acknowledgment.


    <span id="kobo.13.1">A few secondster, he came over. <span id="kobo.13.2">‘I noticed a gentleman who hasn’t been here before.”


    <span id="kobo.14.1">Tom had been with us since we opened the hotel. <span id="kobo.14.2">Though he was past the retiring age, he insisted he couldn’t stay home after his wife passed away and spent an inordinate amount of time at the hotel, even when he wasn’t on shift. <span id="kobo.14.3">He knew everything that went on here, including the fact that I’d been single as hell for the past years.


    <span id="kobo.15.1">‘Yes, he’s my date. <span id="kobo.15.2">Can you bring us drinks that will keep my cousins from being a royal pain in the ass? <span id="kobo.15.3">Kimberly said something about a new margarita recipe’


    <span id="kobo.16.1">‘I’m on it.’


    <span id="kobo.17.1">‘Thanks, Tom. <span id="kobo.17.2">You’re a lifesaver,’ I said before heading back to the table.


    <span id="kobo.18.1">“I have no intentions—” Dom was saying, and I almost tripped over my own feet at his words, effectively cutting him off.


    <span id="kobo.19.1">I cleared my throat, jumping onto one of the high bar chairs. <span id="kobo.19.2">‘Please tell me you didn’t ask Dom what his intentions are about me.’


    <span id="kobo.20.1">Den stared at me. <span id="kobo.20.2">‘No, I asked him if Waldorf Fashion intends to open more stores in Chicago. <span id="kobo.20.3">But I was getting to that too.’


    <span id="kobo.21.1">Ground, please swallow me whole<span id="kobo.22.1">.


    <span id="kobo.23.1">Travis started tough, and Dom grabbed my hand under the table. <span id="kobo.23.2">Den wasughing too.


    <span id="kobo.24.1">‘Can we forget thest minute happened and move on?’ <span id="kobo.24.2">I crossed and uncrossed my legs, trying to release some of my nervous energy.


    <span id="kobo.25.1">Dom kissed the side of my head before whispering in my ear. <span id="kobo.25.2">‘You’re adorable, Reese. <span id="kobo.25.3">Rx, we’re just having a drink.’


    <span id="kobo.26.1">I didn’t know how to rx. <span id="kobo.26.2">I hadn’t introduced them to anyone I’d dated these past few years, so this waspletely uncharted territory for me. <span id="kobo.26.3">I kept waiting for something to go awry.


    <span id="kobo.27.1">‘So, Dom,’ Den said after we got our drinks, ‘I heard through the grapevine that you offered to be Reese’s date the first time you met her.’


    <span id="kobo.28.1">‘News travels fast in your family,’ Dom replied.


    <span id="kobo.29.1">‘Now, far from me to be a skeptical person—” Den began.


    <span id="kobo.30.1">‘He <span id="kobo.31.1">is<span id="kobo.32.1"> a very skeptical person,’ I interjected.


    <span id="kobo.33.1">‘—but that makes me suspicious. <span id="kobo.33.2">Why would you do that?’ <span id="kobo.33.3">he finished.


    <span id="kobo.34.1">Dom stood straighter. <span id="kobo.34.2">“Malcolm was being an asshole, and even though I didn’t know Reese at all, no one deserves to be talked to like that. <span id="kobo.34.3">And she’d already given me the rundown of what went wrong between them.”


    <span id="kobo.35.1">‘Why?’ <span id="kobo.35.2">Den asked.


    <span id="kobo.36.1">‘That’s between Reese and me,’ Dom replied.


    <span id="kobo.37.1">I swallowed hard. <span id="kobo.37.2">He was a gentleman for not mentioning my meltdown in the coatroom.


    <span id="kobo.38.1">‘All right, fair enough,” Den said. <span id="kobo.38.2">“Let’s cheers again.’


    <span id="kobo.39.1">‘To what are we toasting?’ <span id="kobo.39.2">I asked.


    <span id="kobo.40.1">‘Strange beginnings?’ <span id="kobo.40.2">Travis suggested.


    <span id="kobo.41.1">‘Oh, that does fit.’


    <span id="kobo.42.1">I kept ncing at the flowers I’d set on one of the empty chairs around the table. <span id="kobo.42.2">This was really happening. <span id="kobo.42.3">I was here with Dom and my cousins, and we were having fun.


    <span id="kobo.43.1">Twenty minutester, Kimberly joined us too. <span id="kobo.43.2">We stayed at the bar for two more hours before I called it a night.


    <span id="kobo.44.1">‘Guys, I have to unpack, and I want to be at work early tomorrow morning.’


    <span id="kobo.45.1">‘And I told Bonnie I’d be home for dinner,’ Travis said.


    <span id="kobo.46.1">‘Do you need a ride?’ <span id="kobo.46.2">Den asked me.


    <span id="kobo.47.1">‘I’m driving Reese,’ Dom said, immediately putting a hand on my upper back.


    <span id="kobo.48.1">Was I silly for enjoying this so much? <span id="kobo.48.2">I had a man who brought me flowers and was now going to drive me home. <span id="kobo.48.3">My life was good.


    <span id="kobo.49.1">Half an hourter, when Dom pulled the car in front of my building, I had toe to terms with the fact that the weekend was officially ending. <span id="kobo.49.2">As he rolled the suitcase into my apartment, my phone vibrated in the pocket of my coat. <span id="kobo.49.3">Just as we stepped inside, I took it out, thinking it was probably from my sister or one of my cousins, maybe even Gran.


    <span id="kobo.50.1">I hadn’t expected it to be from Malcolm.


    <span id="kobo.51.1">I froze, unable to do anything else but read it. <span id="kobo.51.2">I’d deleted his number. <span id="kobo.51.3">Actually, I’d probably blocked it, but he’d obviously gotten a new one.


    <span id="kobo.52.1">I wanted to talk to you, not Den.


    <span id="kobo.53.1">Malcolm


    <span id="kobo.54.1">He’d signed off with his name, as if I wouldn’t possibly know who it was from.


    <span id="kobo.55.1">‘Reese?’ <span id="kobo.55.2">Dom asked, and I immediately put the phone back into my pocket before looking up at him. <span id="kobo.55.3">He was staring at the spot where I’d been holding the phone before. <span id="kobo.55.4">‘What was that?’


    <span id="kobo.56.1">‘Nothing. <span id="kobo.56.2">Just a message.’


    <span id="kobo.57.1">‘From whom?’


    <span id="kobo.58.1">‘I… <span id="kobo.58.2">It doesn’t matter.’


    <span id="kobo.59.1">‘Then why are you nervous?’


    <span id="kobo.60.1">I ran my hand through my hair. <span id="kobo.60.2">‘I don’t know. <span id="kobo.60.3">Because it’s… <span id="kobo.60.4">Just forget about it, okay? <span id="kobo.60.5">It’s a message.’


    <span id="kobo.61.1">“It was from Malcolm. <span id="kobo.61.2">I saw the text, Reese.”


    <span id="kobo.62.1">Shit.<span id="kobo.63.1"> “Yes, it was.”


    <span id="kobo.64.1">‘And you still don’t want to tell me what it’s about?’


    <span id="kobo.65.1">I drew in a deep breath. <span id="kobo.65.2">‘No. <span id="kobo.65.3">I honestly don’t feel like talking about it.’


    <span id="kobo.66.1">‘You didn’t tell me you were still in contact with him.’


    <span id="kobo.67.1">‘I’m not. <span id="kobo.67.2">He just messaged me out of the blue.’


    <span id="kobo.68.1">‘Look at me and tell me you haven’t heard from him at all until now.’


    <span id="kobo.69.1">I narrowed my eyes. <span id="kobo.69.2">‘Why are you reacting like this?’


    <span id="kobo.70.1">‘Because I’m starting to feel like a moron. <span id="kobo.70.2">Do you need defending from him, or are you nning on getting back together? <span id="kobo.70.3">Or did you already get back with him, and I’m just your side piece?’


    <span id="kobo.71.1">***


    <span id="kobo.73.1">Dom


    <span id="kobo.74.1">I<span id="kobo.75.1"> didn’t want to believe<span id="kobo.76.1"> it, but I also couldn’t kid myself. <span id="kobo.76.2">The proof was right in front of me. <span id="kobo.76.3">She’d been so guarded, so careful to hide it from me.


    <span id="kobo.77.1">‘What the hell?’ <span id="kobo.77.2">she eximed. <span id="kobo.77.3">‘Why would you say that?’


    <span id="kobo.78.1">‘Because of your reaction.”


    <span id="kobo.79.1">She crossed her arms. <span id="kobo.79.2">‘So even after the weekend we had, this is the conclusion you’re jumping to?’


    <span id="kobo.80.1">‘What do you want me to think, Reese? <span id="kobo.80.2">You’re obviously in contact with him, and you don’t want me to know.’


    <span id="kobo.81.1">‘So one plus one equals fifty? <span id="kobo.81.2">Well, if that’s what you think, then you’re wee to walk out the door.’


    <span id="kobo.82.1">Just leave, Dom. <span id="kobo.82.2">You can’t fall for another woman ying you. <span id="kobo.82.3">Have you learned nothing?


    <span id="kobo.83.1">Her eyes turned ssy as she continued to re at me.


    <span id="kobo.84.1">Fuck. <span id="kobo.84.2">This isn’t right. <span id="kobo.84.3">This isn’t Reese. <span id="kobo.84.4">Why am I being such an asshole?


    <span id="kobo.85.1">But she was acting so cagey. <span id="kobo.85.2">In my experience, it was never a good thing.


    <span id="kobo.86.1">‘Reese, if I’m wrong here—’


    <span id="kobo.87.1">‘<span id="kobo.88.1">If?<span id="kobo.89.1"> God, I can’t believe you! <span id="kobo.89.2">Just leave, okay?’


    <span id="kobo.90.1">‘Tell me I’m wrong. <span id="kobo.90.2">God, I want to be wrong.’


    <span id="kobo.91.1">‘Yes, you’re fucking wrong! <span id="kobo.91.2">You’re so off base, you’re not even in the same zip code as what’s happening.’


    <span id="kobo.92.1">I stepped right in front of her. <span id="kobo.92.2">‘Then talk to me, Reese. <span id="kobo.92.3">Tell me why he’s been messaging you and why you don’t want me to know.’


    <span id="kobo.93.1">She drew in a deep breath. <span id="kobo.93.2">‘Because I didn’t want to drag you into the drama with Malcolm. <span id="kobo.93.3">Clearly I was right to do so, because if you react like this just because I’m not telling you about the message, then obviously we’re not as close as I’d hoped we were.’


    <span id="kobo.94.1">‘Reese, you know that’s not true. <span id="kobo.94.2">This weekend was amazing.’


    <span id="kobo.95.1">She swallowed hard. <span id="kobo.95.2">‘Then why are you behaving like this?’


    <span id="kobo.96.1">I took another step back. <span id="kobo.96.2">I couldn’t find the right words, and they were essential right now. <span id="kobo.96.3">Reese was right on the edge; if I said the wrong thing, I was going to lose her.


    <span id="kobo.97.1">‘Because thest time a woman kept secrets from me, my life imploded. <span id="kobo.97.2">That’s all I’ve got. <span id="kobo.97.3">Literally. <span id="kobo.97.4">I apologize for reacting like that, but I don’t have anything else to say in my defense. <span id="kobo.97.5">I just saw you keeping secrets, and I jumped to the worst conclusion.’


    <span id="kobo.98.1">Reese waspletely still for a few seconds. <span id="kobo.98.2">I knew this was a defining moment for us.


    <span id="kobo.99.1">‘I want to know what’s happening in your life, Reese. <span id="kobo.99.2">Judging by what I’ve seen and heard about Malcolm up to this point, this can’t be good news.’


    <span id="kobo.100.1">‘Yet you thought I was trying to get back with him? <span id="kobo.100.2">It’s like you don’t know me at all!’


    <span id="kobo.101.1">I dipped my head in acknowledgment. <span id="kobo.101.2">‘Again, I apologize. <span id="kobo.101.3">I should have known better.’


    <span id="kobo.102.1">‘Yes, you should have.’ <span id="kobo.102.2">She nodded, and I had the impression that she was having a silent conversation with herself. <span id="kobo.102.3">‘Fine, I’ll tell you what’s going on.’ <span id="kobo.102.4">She fiddled with her thumbs. <span id="kobo.102.5">‘It wasn’t how I wanted to end this weekend. <span id="kobo.102.6">I was hoping to go out on a high note, but I think keeping secrets isn’t going to work.’ <span id="kobo.102.7">She still sounded a bit stiff, but I couldn’t me her. <span id="kobo.102.8">I <span id="kobo.103.1">had<span id="kobo.104.1"> acted like aplete ass, after all.


    <span id="kobo.105.1">We took off our coats and shoes as Reese said, ‘I’m going to make myself a drink. <span id="kobo.105.2">Do you want something?’


    <span id="kobo.106.1">‘No.’


    <span id="kobo.107.1">‘Actually, I changed my mind. <span id="kobo.107.2">It’s better to get it over with.’ <span id="kobo.107.3">She sat down on her couch, and I sat next to her. <span id="kobo.107.4">‘He texted me a while ago. <span id="kobo.107.5">He said he’s going toe after me and my family, that we killed the deal he’d organized to open the spa because we wanted to open the hotel. <span id="kobo.107.6">I’m not getting into all the legal stuff right now because I don’t understand half of it. <span id="kobo.107.7">I’m good with numbers, not thew. <span id="kobo.107.8">Den is on top of it.’


    <span id="kobo.108.1">‘Why didn’t you tell me about it?’


    <span id="kobo.109.1">She straightened up, rolling her shoulders back. <span id="kobo.109.2">‘Because it’s <span id="kobo.110.1">my<span id="kobo.111.1"> drama. <span id="kobo.112.1">My<span id="kobo.113.1"> baggage.’


    <span id="kobo.114.1">‘I’m dating you. <span id="kobo.114.2">I want to know everything that goes on with you, the good things and the drama. <span id="kobo.114.3">And the baggage.’


    <span id="kobo.115.1">‘Why? <span id="kobo.115.2">So you can jump to the worst conclusions?’


    <span id="kobo.116.1">I took one of her hands between mine. <span id="kobo.116.2">‘I swear to you that it’ll never happen again. <span id="kobo.116.3">It was a weak moment. <span id="kobo.116.4">But don’t keep things from me, Reese. <span id="kobo.116.5">Even the bad things. <span id="kobo.116.6">We all need support, and I know you have that from your family, but I want the privilege of being right there next to you, no matter what.’


    <span id="kobo.117.1">‘You mean that?’ <span id="kobo.117.2">Her eyes searched mine. <span id="kobo.117.3">That fucker obviously hurt her. <span id="kobo.117.4">I had to do a better job showing her how important she was to me.


    <span id="kobo.118.1">‘Fuck yes.’


    <span id="kobo.119.1">She nodded once. <span id="kobo.119.2">‘Okay. <span id="kobo.119.3">So, this new message said he wants to deal directly with me and not with Den. <span id="kobo.119.4">He’s got another thinking if he believes I’m going to do anything without my cousin’s legal counsel.’ <span id="kobo.119.5">She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. <span id="kobo.119.6">‘Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. <span id="kobo.119.7">I realize something like this can rile up your demons. <span id="kobo.119.8">That wasn’t my intention. <span id="kobo.119.9">I didn’t want you to have a front seat to the drama.’


    <span id="kobo.120.1">I pulled her onto myp so swiftly that she gasped, losing her bnce for a brief second before I steadied her. <span id="kobo.120.2">‘You don’t have to protect me from anything, Reese. <span id="kobo.120.3">I want to be right here next to you through all of it. <span id="kobo.120.4">Understood?’


    <span id="kobo.121.1">She nodded. <span id="kobo.121.2">‘He texted me that night when you took me out to the jazz club.’


    <span id="kobo.122.1">‘That would exin a few things.’


    <span id="kobo.123.1">‘See? <span id="kobo.123.2">In a way, you <span id="kobo.124.1">were<span id="kobo.125.1"> right there next to me. <span id="kobo.125.2">You just didn’t know why.’


    <span id="kobo.126.1">‘I want to know the why and the when. <span id="kobo.126.2">I’m much better at taking care of you if I have all the information.’


    <span id="kobo.127.1">Sheughed and rxed for the first time since I’d started the goddamn fight. <span id="kobo.127.2">‘Really? <span id="kobo.127.3">Because you’ve been pretty excellent until now.’


    <span id="kobo.128.1">I pulled her even closer, kissing up her neck. <span id="kobo.128.2">‘There’s always room for improvement, Reese. <span id="kobo.128.3">And I’m making you another promise. <span id="kobo.128.4">From now on, you’re only going to get the very best version of me.’


    <span id="kobo.129.1">‘See, no, I don’t like that. <span id="kobo.129.2">This is a two-way street. <span id="kobo.129.3">We have to share all of our moments, the good and the bad, for this to work. <span id="kobo.129.4">Do you promise?’ <span id="kobo.129.5">she asked.


    <span id="kobo.130.1">I nodded but didn’t say anything. <span id="kobo.130.2">For the first time, I realized why she’d tried to keep me out of it. <span id="kobo.130.3">She wasn’t used to sharing this with a partner, just like I wasn’t. <span id="kobo.130.4">I’d taken vows that included ‘for better or for worse,’ but Kelly never showed up during the worst parts. <span id="kobo.130.5">And yet Reese wanted to do just that.


    <span id="kobo.131.1">I felt even closer to her than before, as if we’d just created an invisible tie that bound us together. <span id="kobo.131.2">It was a strange feeling, but at the same time, it was exhrating.
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