Second Chance Mate

macy. However, he pulls away before I can go further. Our breathes are fast and come in rushed gasps. He looks at me li

ever kissed y

he is a villain? Why did I let him kiss me like that? He must think I'm easy. Oh, mother, I feel so stupid. I'm about to unite with my mate tomorrow and here I am daydreaming about another man. I feel

o my clothes-a flurry of activities. I leave my room and go to the dining room, heading to the fridge for some fruits. I can't stay for breakfast si

it's called si

an eye

ate

you going to work? It's already late. Should you hurry?" He's mocking me. I suddenly feel the need to skip work. He probably can't wait to see me leave. Scratch the sweet ki

marred with a child's tea during my wait for a taxi in the subway and all I can do is stare at him while his mother apologizes profusely. Now my sandals strap has snappe

as I step into the store on foot.

it. Today is ju

ook like that attending to clients. Esp

budge. I try a few times until I get impatient and miscalculate my strength and practically wrench it out, the water spraying all over me and I scream. I cover

his man is. I don't know if he finds my predicament funny or he's laughing at something else entirely. He goes under the sink and fiddles with the pipe and the water recedes. I look at my clothes and I feel like crying. I

n't wan

n say in the smallest voice possible, "thank you." I sigh and reg

e dealership contract." His voice

in. The clothes had been taken care of... Just the s

s your

... Letic

u don't have

e looks at me with a smirk, his hazel eyes filled with amusement at my expense. Something about him reminds me of Aaron Turner. "Oh, uh... My

go to a convenience store and get me some ladies shoes for a nice wo

ave pretty big f

e, hurry." He puts his phon

kneel and pledge my allegiance too but

takes a breath, "so, wha

lespe

en't I seen

s for four years now. Everyone sees me when they come into the sales store.

here and start screaming." He glances at me as if expecting a reaction from me. I hold a laugh. A laconic man hurry inside, carrying shopp

't thank yo

opping bags and see the shoes. A black flat sandals worth a hundred grand. In fact, all

ou some clothes, huh?" Nicole Timothy s

man was kind enough to give his suit. He even bought me shoes

rer." She nudges me, "tell

He said you were processing his

h-pitched. "Regan Turner? Did The Regan

ner. His name leaves an inexplicable taste in