I didn’t have much of a reason as to why I was there except for the fact that I just wanted to see her again. I wanted to know her, learn about her, and mostly just look at her. After clearly directing her away once again seeing that she wasn’t interested, I convinced her we could be friends. For now at least.
The moment I saw her little girl, everything about her made sense. She was not only a mother, but she was a single mother. Knowing that she wasn’t married and not knowing about the father left many unanswered questions. I could now understand why her guard was up and why she was so reluctant to get to know me.
Leaving her for the third time had damaged my heart. No other woman has ever made me feel like this. I attempted three times in one single day to get her attention and each time she denied me. I wasn’t mad; I just needed to get more creative next time.
I had been sitting outside in my limo when I spotted Molly and a few others exit the Riverside. She's laughing and chatting with them, so I told my driver to follow closely behind to watch where they go. Just a couple blocks down, they entered inside an old tavern that I’ve never been to before. I waited a few minutes before going in.
I noticed Molly right away and I know she spotted me. Her eyes grew big as I winked and smiled at her. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer casually pretending that it’s my ritual. Within a few minutes, Molly exited the bar and I’m left wondering if she left on my expense. Not giving her much time to get too far, I quickly left the bar behind her.
I stayed my distance so she didn’t feel me walking behind her. I noticed the cab she flagged down and waved to my driver to leave. He nodded and put his turn signal on to pull out into traffic. I caught up to Molly just in time for her to trip as she reached for the handle. I smiled to myself as I realized she was quite the klutz.
My heart raced as she thanked me not realizing who I was yet. She turned around and was slapped in the face by her scent again. I closed my eyes for a split second as I stabled her taking it all in. I took the opportunity and slid into the cab with her, taking her by surprise. She didn’t realize it but she accidentally kicked her purse over allowing her wallet to fall out on the floor. I didn’t mention it to her as I ceased the potential opportunity to see her again.
The moment she walked out of the cab, I spotted her wallet again and thought of a way to give it back to her. It needed to be different this time; a way she couldn’t say no. If she would just give herself the opportunity to let me in, I was positive she wouldn’t regret it.
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Brooke is a Midwestern gal, from the cheese state of Wisconsin! She’s at stay-at-home mom of three beautiful children (one daughter & two stepsons) and in her rare spare time loves to read and write. She studied psychology in college, and counseling and education in graduate school where she fell in love with writing and learning about human behavior. Most days you can find her reading/writing, and just hanging out with her family! She also loves movies, cooking, and shopping!
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