Page 113 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

A bold heading on the first face immediately caught my attention. Holding my breath, I moved the rose to one hand, and grabbed the envelope with the other.

The letters of my name stared back at me when I read the heading. It was written in block letters, with a bit of cursive to its bend.

I already knew the one behind all this. I could hear his voice calling my name. Still, I opened the envelope to find a small handwritten note.

Dear Renee,

I deeply regret my actions and every other thing that has led us here. But I’m here to make things right.

I long for the chance to make amends and have you in my life once more.

So, no matter how much time you take, I’ll always be here. Waiting for you.

Yours,

Damien

Tears filled my eyes at the note and my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t want to cry. To let all this get to me, but it was impossible.

It was impossible to deny the feelings that were forcefully spiralling through my guts.

So I remained rooted in my spot, staring at the note for the longest time, until it all became too much.

Instantly, I found my key and unlocked my door. I wasted no time in retreating to my bed.

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It had been four days. Four days of working with a confused mind. Four days of nonstop gestures from Damien.

I wish I could say the gestures didn’t mean anything. That they were just unsuccessful attempts. But they weren’t.

Each day it was a different flower— a different bouquet. And I kept every one of them.

I watered them. And something about seeing them still as fresh as ever tugged at my heart.

Each day also came with different notes. Each one not failing to express his regret and anticipation.

I could feel the emotions in the notes. And I could also feel the walls around my heart breaking.

If I didn’t want all this -all these gestures, then I shouldn’t pick the flowers, and keep the notes. But I did.

I did, but instead of confusion, I was starting to feel something else…

The high-pitched sound of the TV soon dragged my attention back to it.

It was the weekend. And I’d forgotten my decision to watch a sitcom.

Images. That’s all I saw the more I tried to focus on the screen. Just images. No sound, no life. No action.

I wasn’t interested in this. And I knew that very much. I was interested in something— someone else.

But–

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and I shivered at the thought of who it could be. Maria was out of town to see a friend of hers. So it could only be one person.

My breath suddenly grew thicker, and the harsh thumping in my heart refused to subside. Slowly I made my way to the door.

I opened it. And his familiar face instantly filled my vision. When I met his eyes, my throat constricted.

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