Page 107 of David's Love

Everybody knows I’m working for him––my cousin included. Frankly, no one seemed surprised when I told them the news.

Somehow, because of David’s reputation, no one thinks I’m more than this.

People still think he is the unbreakable man with walls guarding his heart that are taller than this building.

The kind of man who’d never look at a woman for anything other than to have fun.

A lot of fun we had this weekend.

It was amazing. Incredible. A story I didn’t want to end. We made love, drank coffee, had breakfast, walked outside, danced at night, and had sex again.

Sunday night came too quickly, and I felt sad we had to leave but not entirely crushed because he came to my place.

He was serious about moving in.

Yes, the big bad wolf has moved in. The hotshot. The Billionaire. He’s now just another guy.

He wears sweatpants around the house, cooks scrambled eggs in the morning and shows me how hard I get him every time I step out of the shower.

He uses one of his less conspicuous cars, leaves early in the morning, and arrives late at night.

He comes from work, and I can’t contain my joy when I see him in the doorway.

My little old house is no longer empty, longing for scraps of life. Two people and their budding love occupy the space.

He helped me select my outfit this morning before we fucked in the shower, and I suggested a certain tie for his suit.

The man came prepared with a few garment bags straight from the cleaners.

A courier brought a few more things, and I did my best to create space for him in the closet.

My favorite part of the day, or night, I should say, is when we hit the bed. It’s not the biggest or the comfiest bed, but we make it work.

He spoons me, and I sleep like a baby.

I start to like this. I really do.

“Elizabeth Fox?”

The receptionist, a woman in her twenties with a big smile on her face, stretches her hand out.

“I’m Jennifer. Welcome to Sexton International. I’ll show you around before the afternoon meeting starts.”

What happened to Julie?

I think it’s only smart to keep my questions to myself, so I follow the woman.

I wear a light gray dress, black shoes, and a red jacket.

She and I chat all the way to the cubicles. She introduces me to a few people before taking me to a specific office.

The door is slightly ajar when she knocks.

“Julie? Are you here?”

There we go.

“Come on in,” a voice says.

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