Page 68 of Motivating Mira
Dear Mira,
Congratulations on your graduation. I’m so proud of you. Yes, I told your grandmother about your graduation ceremony date, but no, it wasn’t at my urging that she attended. She actually asked my permission. Pfft imagine that. LOL.
I’m sorry if it blindsided you at what I’m sure was a very emotional event. I bet you looked beautiful up there on that stage.
I’m also sorry I left you alone to face life yourself, and not because I think you can’t handle it. Because I know you can. I’ve always known that. I just didn’t always know I could handle it. But because you shouldn’t have to go through life without backup. I know your grandmother will try, but I also know you’ll never really forget what she did. So she might not be the best backup out there for you.
I swallowed at her word choice. Backup. That’s what Wes had said two months ago in Master Derek’s office.
But I know who is. And so do you. It’s the face that just flashed in your mind’s eye. He’s your backup. We both know it. So stop being stubborn and start being true to who you are. And who you are, is perfect. I know you’re a submissive. And I should have told you there’s nothing wrong with that cause there isn’t.
And here comes yet another apology… LOL.
I’m sorry I didn’t push you more to follow your dreams. Take the money. Take whatever help your grandmother offers. And don’t let it feel like a bribe or a condition. She isn’t doing this to pay for her mistakes or earn a relationship with you. She’s doing it because she wants to change. She wants to make up for being an asshole. LOL. And I, for one, think she should.
And speaking of dreams. You got this. Now, go get your backup so he can follow those dreams with you.
Love forever,
Mom
I set the letter down on top of the stupidly large check. Then I whipped off my gown and kicked my high-heeled shoes aside. Not bothering to dig for another pair, I ran out of the building. I ran all the way to the resort building.
“Wesley Lake’s room?” I called as I almost slammed into the desk where Luna stood. She blinked at my probably franticexpression and then got onto her tiptoes to look over at my filthy bare feet.
“Um, are you okay? Should I be worried?”
I calmed myself, slowing my breathing so I appeared less crazy stalker and more normal person looking for a friend.
“I just need to talk to him, Luna, please.”
She grinned. “Of course. I got you.” She looked down at the computer.
“He was scheduled to check out today, but I haven’t seen him yet.” She winked, wished me luck and told me his room number. It was our original room from when we first met.
I ran the whole way there although I was scolded several times. I banged on his door before I had even come to a full stop.
“Wes, please.” I banged again. “Please. Daddy, open the door.” I leaned against it, tears starting to well.
The door flew open then and he was there. In all his beautifulness, he was catching me.
“Mira?”
“Wes! You haven’t left.”
“No.” He turned and pointed to his bags by the door. “Was just about to though.”
“Don’t.”
His brow furrowed. “Don’t?”
“Don’t leave yet. We never finished our conversation.”
“Our conversation?”
“You asked me why it was so wrong that you care about me. And I never answered.”
“Okay,” he replied still looking unsure about what was happening at the threshold to his room with his luggage laid out. “But I’m running late. I have a plane to catch.”
