I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

LYDIA’S POV.

I sat in my dad’s home office opening a bunch of files and books he had given to me to read about the company. He hadn’t told me the position that was waiting for me at the company but he had slightly hinted on the position of the C. F. O. I was a bit giddy at the thought of being the Chief Financial Officer but I cautioned myself. Lorena and I were the same, we stayed delusion.

Unlike me, her delusion became true. Tonight was the official engagement party and I had caught a few symptoms of pregnancy on her. Well not few but her constant cravings and nonchalance to eating anywhere without a care in the world. Either it was growth or my suspicions were right.

“Why was this large amount of money deposited into this account?” I asked myself squinting my eyes to see properly.

Was there someone stealing from us? I thought to myself.

Our family, The Millers, was prominent in the hospitality industry. We owned chains of famous hotels, restaurants, resorts and recreational centers all over the country and world at large through constant expansion and a strategic alliance with the Jones Construction Company.

I made a mental note to inquire about this deposit from my dad or Andrew. A knock came through the door and I jerked my head up.

“Come in.” I invited the person in and one of the maids who I often discussed with, Patricia, walked into the room with a tray in her hand and a bright smile on her face.

“Good afternoon Miss Miller.” For some weird reason, hearing myself being called Miss Miller stung a bit but I waved it off.

“Hi Patricia.” I took my anti-blue ray glasses as she set the tray on the large wooden office table where various documents were scattered around. In a haste to prevent a liquid substance from greasing the papers, I shifted it all to the side of course with her help.

“I’m sorry, I just thought you would be hungry since you have been here all day. So I made you something to eat and prepared coffee with lots of milk and sugar just how you like.” My whole mood lightened at that.

“You’re a lifesaver.” I grabbed the coffee first and shut my eyes close savoring the sweet taste. The meal presented looked extremely delicious and I took a glance at her. Her eyes twinkled anticipating me taking a bite.

“I’m safe right?” She giggled lightly and nodded in affirmation.

“I’m getting my license in cooking so I’m usually very pleased when I cook for anybody and it’s to their liking.” She told me and I nodded slowly taking in her words. I took a bite and moaned at how delicious it was.

“It’s so good.” I complimented and she let out a breath.

“Thank you ma’am.” She thanked me and I simply continued devouring the food in front of me. She handed me a bottle of water as the food was spicy.

“Lest, I forget. A package came for you ma’am.” She informed me and I raised my eyebrow in questioning. She excused herself heading out the room to get the ‘package’.

A list of possible packages crossed my mind such as the divorce papers, compensation, my old things. A thought of a bouquet of roses which contained a letter from Nathan apologizing and asking to be his wife crossed my mind and I almost laughed at myself for thinking that. Knowing I had nothing but hate for him.

“Here it is.” She brought in a box of dress from a popular seamstress whose name was my Lorena, my bestie. I smiled standing up to open it,

Will you be my maid of honor?

“Awwww.” I pouted and brought out a white gown in it.

“It’s gorgeous.” Patricia complimented  and I had totally forgotten she was present. I returned it back into the box and placed it on the long grey couch in the office.

“Thank you.” She carried the tray out of the office and just before she shut the door, I stopped her with the next few words.

“You’re going to make a beautiful chef one of these days.” And just maybe, we would hire her into one of our many restaurants.

“Thank you Miss. It means a lot to just hear those words.” My heart warmed seeing the sincerity in her eyes.

She shut the door behind her and I got back to the finances. Though this was not so much, another thousand dollars had been deposited from the company’s account to a private account.

It wasn’t suspicious if it was added to the company’s report right?

I huffed shutting down the reports and got back to reading the company’s rules and regulations. It was a green hand book as the theme color of the company was army green.

I dozed off with the missing money at the back of mind. The fear of either my brother or father paying off a woman for various reasons crossed my mind.

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“Hey Little Girl.” Andrew walked into my room as my stylist curled my hair for tonight. I was seated in front of my dresser typing away on my phone wrapped around in a black robe alone.

“Heyy.” I smiled brightly welcoming in. He brought in a lilac bouquet of flowers and I pouted admiring it as he set in on my lap.

“Awww, thank you.” He nodded looking around the room.

“But what is this for? I literally have nothing to give you in return.” I told him with finality. Growing up anytime we gifted each other, we always wanted something in return.

“Little girl, don’t even think like that. I was passing in front of a flower store and saw this bouquet of flowers. I just decided to get it for you because you know no woman in my life.” He explained and I bursted out laughing.

“Laugh as hard as you want divorcee.” My laughter died down and my jaw dropped. I threw a brush at him and he laughed ducking.

“So now it’s not funny.” He handed me back the brush and I snatched it from him with a rather amused expression on my face.

“Whatever. You’re completely single, I’m divorced. There’s nothing wrong with us right?” He snorted dusting off imaginary dirt of his black Givenchy suit.

“I won’t completely say, I’m single because I got girls left and right. But you seem to have a deserted pond because there are no fishes.” I gasped again and I heard a small snicker coming from the stylist. Andrew laughed like he had cracked the funniest joke ever.

“Just get out, till I’m ready.” I shooed him off and he raised his hand up in surrender still chuckling.

“Hurry..” He shut the down behind and I pouted, folding my arms across my chest.

My pond is not deserted.