Mr.Right novel Chapter 26

The following days pass by in a blur.

Maverick and I got closer than before after I told him all that happened in the past shitty year of my life. He's more protective now, I think, like I'm a fragile glass he wouldn't want to break.

I can remember him freaking out the other day when I spilled hot water on my hands while trying to make coffee. It was cute. Not the hot water stuff though, I screamed like a woman in labor.

Lately, we've gone back to just dieting as he has a lot of work piled up already and won't be able to go jogging in the mornings as frequently as we used to.

It's been a month since we met and my feelings for Maverick grow stronger every time he cracks one of his swooning grins at my silly moments. I look at him in the littlest moments, like when he brushes his teeth, or tug at one of his brown locks absentmindedly, and I am breathless knowing it doesn't take a million-dollar telescope to notice the crushing beauty of the universe.

I'm scared to tell him. I know he has other issues to deal with and I hate to be one of those issues but I don't know how long I can suppress this new feeling.

I fling open the door of my wardrobe and stare at it like a dress would jump out itself if I stare hard enough.

It's the night of the ball party and I can't figure out a dress to wear. I try out a few sleeveless gowns I find out they're not my style. Why'd I even shop for them anyway?

I finally come up with a dress after turning my whole closet upside down. I almost don't recognize my own self when I step in front of my mirror.

I'm wearing a Navy blue dress with pearls that are beaded into the lace. It's V necked and stops right above the beginning of my stomach not to forget the off-shoulder that exposes all of my skin. My outfit is paired up with stiletto high heeled gladiator sandals.

My makeup, like my outfit, is bold with my lips being the center of attraction. The mascara accentuated on my eyes makes them pop while my lips are painted in a nude lipstick.

I can't remember the last time I dressed like this. Correction, I've never dressed like this.

"Hey," I see Maverick pop his head into the room. "You done?"

"Kind of," I say, unsure of whether to clean the whole makeup and storm the party with my hoodie and jean. My eyes sweep up his body and I suck in a breath.

He's wearing a suit.

The night-black ensemble fit his tall, athletic figure well.

He looks younger all suited up. I like it as much as I liked the slight trace of facial hair that often bordered his full lips like a dark shadow. His hair is neatly styled away from his forehead as usual. 

From the mirror, I see him walk up behind me and places his hands on my arms, slowly gliding them down my own hands. A shiver runs down my spine when he interlocks his fingers with my tiny ones, crisscrossing each of my arms with his and enveloping my body with his warmth.

He leans down to bury his face in the crook of my neck and nuzzles his nose against my now racing pulse.

"Why so worked up?" He says into my neck. "You're all jittery."

"I'm nervous," I admit honestly. "What if tonight doesn't go as we planned?"

He raises his head up to look at me. "And what did we have planned?"

I think about it for a moment before frowning at myself. "Nothing."

"Exactly. Just be yourself tonight and avoid trouble."

I want to listen to him but with Tony at that party tonight, I can't make any promises.

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Maverick's car comes to a stop in front of a mansion. I can see the colossal pinewood doors wide open where the maroon carpet begins. There's a slight buzzing in the air as people I can't recognize walks around in their long elaborate dresses and suits. Cameras flashes from different angles of the entrance.

"I didn't think you'd come," I freeze at the sound of the familiar voice coming from beside me. "You changed, I almost didn't recognize you."

"I'm not here to see you," I say, my voice spitting out coldness.

"Of course not."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to apologize," Tony says and I almost can't believe my eyes... I meant ears. "I shouldn't have taken you for granted. It was a dick move which I'll always regret because it cost me you. I know I wasn't the perfect boyfriend but if you could give us another chance, I swear to God..."

"Shut up!" I yell. My whole body is about to explode from anger. How dare he. "You can't treat me like shit all these years and expect me to come running back to you just because you 'apologized'. You don't know what I went through the nights you were away, you never cared. You weren't there when I needed you the most, or when I even needed you at all. I deserved to be loved and to be missed. I deserved to have someone who notices the emptiness in the air when I'm not around!"

Almost everyone is looking in our direction already and he too looks speechless by my outburst. My chest feels a lot lighter now that I'm letting it all out, but there's still more I have to say, so I continue.

"I thought I couldn't move on until He came along, my cure for heartbreak and he's everything you're not. He told me he was going to make you pay by bringing out the best in me, the best in April. And I am proud of the outcome because dear lord, you should see the look on your face right now."

"And does he feel the same way I felt, or feel about you?" Tony asks and I pause. The one question I've been blocking from my mind since. There's a possibility my feelings are not being reciprocated and Maverick's just being a really sweet person with no ulterior motive, the thought of that possibility disheartens me.

"He does, more than you'd ever think," We both turn to the direction of the voice to see Maverick standing almost ten feet away from us. "He's a gentleman, you see, being able to live with an amazing woman for a month without having her climb his voluptuous body over, and over, and over. I am He. He is me."

He walks over to us, standing between Tony and me and jabbing a finger to his chest. "And you need to fuck off."

I'm grinning foolishly from ear to ear when he faces me and cups my face with a hand. "You did well. I'm proud of you, but there's something I've always wanted to do when I got the chance."

My brows furrow as he lowers his mouth to my ear area and whispers, "Don't freak out." Then in one swift motion, I feel his hot lips cover mine.