Chapter 60
“What is appropriate to wear for a four year old’s birthday party? I asked Vivian over the phone as i stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it.
I didn’t want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela
“Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked,” Vivian replied, a little startled “Are you drunk
I grunted and said, “I am not; today is Ocean’s birthday party. He invited me.”
“Ocean,” he repeated, and he was thinking about the name.
“Ela’s son.”
“Why are you going to Imela’s son’s birthday party?”
“Because Ocean invited me,” I repeated. I needed him to keep up.
“Where did you see him?”
“That’s not the reason I called you, Vivian.” I hissed.
“Then why did you call?”
“I don’t know what to wear.”
“What do you have in mind, princess?”
“I was thinking of a white shirt and black jeans, but I don’t want to appear overly dressed; it’s a four–year–old party,” I answered before my brain registered that the idiot had called me a princess.
“There is nothing wrong with the shirt and a pair of black jeans, so I do not understand why you seem so worked up, except there is…” I didn’t let him finish before ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed. I wasn’t ready for his hypothesis.
I picked up the shirt and put it on, and I did the same for the jeans.
My phone began to ring, and I knew who it was. I answered and tapped on the speaker icon, and I did my sleeves. “What!”
“You son of a bitch! You ended the call while I was still speaking.”
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“Bullshit! Are you making a move on Ela?”
“Maybe. She’s single now, and I am single,”
He became silent, and I knew he had a lot to say. Whenever he went silent suddenly, it was because he was going over what he intended to say, “Say it.” I encouraged in a steady tone; I wanted to hear it.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. Hurt Oliver is an ugly, pain–in–the–ass crybaby, and I don’t want that,” he
said.
I anticipated everything he had to say, except for the ugly part. “It will be different this time,” I reassured
him.
I arrived a few minutes before the given time because turning up late was the last thing I wanted. I had stopped at the toy store to get Ocean a transformer truck. Ela had spoken about it being a party for a few friends and families when she sent her address, so I felt privileged that Ocean had invited me.
I leaned against my car, staring at the white penthouse before me, where Ela and her son lived, according to the address. Judging from the look, it was a calm and serene environment and an ideal place for those prioritising security in the state. I had five more minutes before the official time, and I was willing to wait
until then.
My phone rang, and I glanced at it and saw Ela’s ID. I answered and placed it against my ear. “Come inside; someone might see you and call the police.” She said that and ended the call.
I needed no other instructions. I found the living area littered with decorations and various posters of Avengers heroes as I stepped in.
A boy after my own heart.
Ela climbed down the stairs in a simple sundress, holding Ocean, who wore a mini–Thor costume, on her
arm.
I held my breath as they drew closer, and my brain couldn’t find words to say to them.
“Oliver.”
“I didn’t mean to lurk; I just didn’t want to come late.” I rambled, then handed Ocean my present.
He took it, looking the most excited to see it. “Gracias, señor Plane.” He beamed.
I smiled. “You’re welcome; por favor llámame Oliver (please call me Oliver),” I spoke the crooked Spanish
I knew.
Jesse’s Beautiful Mistake
Chapter 60
Els dropped him so he could go ahead and keep his present, and the boy took off at lightning speed. He was indeed a superhero
“Thank you for the gift”
I shrugged it off and shoved my hands into my pocket. “I see I am very early.” I began small talk, even though I was horrible at it
She nodded, “You are; the party starts at six. We knew a lot of children in Madrid, but here, we only made a few at his daycare.” She revealed, sounding a little sad. “This would also be his first birthday without his grandpa.”
“He’ll have many friends before you know it; he’s got a very positive and welcoming nature,” I told her, quite impressed with how the little fellow carried himself. “As for Grandpa, I am sorry to hear that.”
Her eyes flickered with emotion, and she smiled and said, “Thank you. I am glad you came.”
I lit up, unable to help my smile. I hadn’t wanted to fight for anything in a long time, but I was willing to fight and keep the smile on her face.
“You look beautiful when you smile.” I revealed and took a step closer: “Very beautiful.”
She started, “You shouldn’t,” but she never finished because I took another step closer. However, the door opened, and the parents and their children ran inside, each carrying their wrapped presents. I pulled
away.
Ela walked over to welcome the parents while I found myself a nice corner to stay in and watch from. At precisely six p.m., the party kicked off, and a few more joined the celebration. A few of them were Ingrid, Imela’s PA; Caesar, her driver; and Benjamin, the security guard at the company. Everyone had their gifts, and though it was a small party, the living room was crowded. The kids ran around laughing happily while the parents got to know each other through small talk.
I saw Ela laughing with one of the parents present, and her delightful laughter made my stomach flutter. Her eyes swept across the room, and they landed on me. I expected her emotions to disappear, but they
didn’t.
We had history, and I had every reason to hate her and want to stay away, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care what she had done; it was in the past.
I loved her; the years didn’t change how I felt about her. She was still the only one my heartbeat for–the only one that would make me sweat in a cold room.
She had me wrapped around her fingers and didn’t even know it.
Cecil was right; everything changed when Ela returned. I was glad she did because I feel more alive now than I have in almost five years.
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She excused herself from the parent she spoke with and walked into the kitchen, and even though i
shouldn’t have, I followed her.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded after turning around and finding me behind. She looked more confused than surprised, and her eyes sought answers,
She didn’t have to look further.
I stared at her lips, “I don’t know. I know I want to kiss you.” I earnestly replied. “I want to run my tongue over your bottom lip and get a taste of your softness before kissing them delicately.”
My response took her back, and her brows furrowed. “Did you think that through?”
“Saying it? No, I had no time to think up the right words. But I have thought about it for a while now. I go to bed thinking about it–thinking about you. I think about you now the same way I did the first time we
met.”
She swallowed, and her lips parted slowly to mutter. “Olly.” She couldn’t hide it; she was just as trapped
in this as I was.
“Tell me, do you think about me, too?” I asked and took a step closer.
She stayed silent, fighting with the truth, which we both knew. I took another step closer, and I felt the heat coming from her body. “Tell me, Ela, do you think about me too?” My hand came up to stroke the
side of her face.
She gasped, “Yes.”
I leaned in, and my tongue ran over her soft lips, and they were just as I imagined them to be.
Soft, delicate, and inviting.
I kissed her lips the next second, kissing her passionately and desperately. She kissed me back, igniting the flames of passion within me. I don’t know how long we kissed, but it calmed my longing for her. It birthed a new hunger, though.
I pulled back and placed my head against hers, tenderly stroking her face while she held onto my hands. “I never stopped thinking about it, Ela. I never stopped loving you, and I believe fate brought us together once again to make things right. We can move on from the past to a better future.
Chapter 60
“What is appropriate to wear for a four year old’s birthday party? I asked Vivian over the phone as i stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it.
I didn’t want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela
“Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked,” Vivian replied, a little startled “Are you drunk
I grunted and said, “I am not; today is Ocean’s birthday party. He invited me.”
“Ocean,” he repeated, and he was thinking about the name.
“Ela’s son.”
“Why are you going to Imela’s son’s birthday party?”
“Because Ocean invited me,” I repeated. I needed him to keep up.
“Where did you see him?”
“That’s not the reason I called you, Vivian.” I hissed.
“Then why did you call?”
“I don’t know what to wear.”
“What do you have in mind, princess?”
“I was thinking of a white shirt and black jeans, but I don’t want to appear overly dressed; it’s a four–year–old party,” I answered before my brain registered that the idiot had called me a princess.
“There is nothing wrong with the shirt and a pair of black jeans, so I do not understand why you seem so worked up, except there is…” I didn’t let him finish before ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed. I wasn’t ready for his hypothesis.
I picked up the shirt and put it on, and I did the same for the jeans.
My phone began to ring, and I knew who it was. I answered and tapped on the speaker icon, and I did my sleeves. “What!”
“You son of a bitch! You ended the call while I was still speaking.”
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“Network”
“Bullshit! Are you making a move on Ela?”
“Maybe. She’s single now, and I am single,”
He became silent, and I knew he had a lot to say. Whenever he went silent suddenly, it was because he was going over what he intended to say, “Say it.” I encouraged in a steady tone; I wanted to hear it.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. Hurt Oliver is an ugly, pain–in–the–ass crybaby, and I don’t want that,” he
said.
I anticipated everything he had to say, except for the ugly part. “It will be different this time,” I reassured
him.
I arrived a few minutes before the given time because turning up late was the last thing I wanted. I had stopped at the toy store to get Ocean a transformer truck. Ela had spoken about it being a party for a few friends and families when she sent her address, so I felt privileged that Ocean had invited me.
I leaned against my car, staring at the white penthouse before me, where Ela and her son lived, according to the address. Judging from the look, it was a calm and serene environment and an ideal place for those prioritising security in the state. I had five more minutes before the official time, and I was willing to wait
until then.
My phone rang, and I glanced at it and saw Ela’s ID. I answered and placed it against my ear. “Come inside; someone might see you and call the police.” She said that and ended the call.
I needed no other instructions. I found the living area littered with decorations and various posters of Avengers heroes as I stepped in.
A boy after my own heart.
Ela climbed down the stairs in a simple sundress, holding Ocean, who wore a mini–Thor costume, on her
arm.
I held my breath as they drew closer, and my brain couldn’t find words to say to them.
“Oliver.”
“I didn’t mean to lurk; I just didn’t want to come late.” I rambled, then handed Ocean my present.
He took it, looking the most excited to see it. “Gracias, señor Plane.” He beamed.
I smiled. “You’re welcome; por favor llámame Oliver (please call me Oliver),” I spoke the crooked Spanish
I knew.
Jesse’s Beautiful Mistake
Chapter 60
Els dropped him so he could go ahead and keep his present, and the boy took off at lightning speed. He was indeed a superhero
“Thank you for the gift”
I shrugged it off and shoved my hands into my pocket. “I see I am very early.” I began small talk, even though I was horrible at it
She nodded, “You are; the party starts at six. We knew a lot of children in Madrid, but here, we only made a few at his daycare.” She revealed, sounding a little sad. “This would also be his first birthday without his grandpa.”
“He’ll have many friends before you know it; he’s got a very positive and welcoming nature,” I told her, quite impressed with how the little fellow carried himself. “As for Grandpa, I am sorry to hear that.”
Her eyes flickered with emotion, and she smiled and said, “Thank you. I am glad you came.”
I lit up, unable to help my smile. I hadn’t wanted to fight for anything in a long time, but I was willing to fight and keep the smile on her face.
“You look beautiful when you smile.” I revealed and took a step closer: “Very beautiful.”
She started, “You shouldn’t,” but she never finished because I took another step closer. However, the door opened, and the parents and their children ran inside, each carrying their wrapped presents. I pulled
away.
Ela walked over to welcome the parents while I found myself a nice corner to stay in and watch from. At precisely six p.m., the party kicked off, and a few more joined the celebration. A few of them were Ingrid, Imela’s PA; Caesar, her driver; and Benjamin, the security guard at the company. Everyone had their gifts, and though it was a small party, the living room was crowded. The kids ran around laughing happily while the parents got to know each other through small talk.
I saw Ela laughing with one of the parents present, and her delightful laughter made my stomach flutter. Her eyes swept across the room, and they landed on me. I expected her emotions to disappear, but they
didn’t.
We had history, and I had every reason to hate her and want to stay away, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care what she had done; it was in the past.
I loved her; the years didn’t change how I felt about her. She was still the only one my heartbeat for–the only one that would make me sweat in a cold room.
She had me wrapped around her fingers and didn’t even know it.
Cecil was right; everything changed when Ela returned. I was glad she did because I feel more alive now than I have in almost five years.
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She excused herself from the parent she spoke with and walked into the kitchen, and even though i
shouldn’t have, I followed her.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded after turning around and finding me behind. She looked more confused than surprised, and her eyes sought answers,
She didn’t have to look further.
I stared at her lips, “I don’t know. I know I want to kiss you.” I earnestly replied. “I want to run my tongue over your bottom lip and get a taste of your softness before kissing them delicately.”
My response took her back, and her brows furrowed. “Did you think that through?”
“Saying it? No, I had no time to think up the right words. But I have thought about it for a while now. I go to bed thinking about it–thinking about you. I think about you now the same way I did the first time we
met.”
She swallowed, and her lips parted slowly to mutter. “Olly.” She couldn’t hide it; she was just as trapped
in this as I was.
“Tell me, do you think about me, too?” I asked and took a step closer.
She stayed silent, fighting with the truth, which we both knew. I took another step closer, and I felt the heat coming from her body. “Tell me, Ela, do you think about me too?” My hand came up to stroke the
side of her face.
She gasped, “Yes.”
I leaned in, and my tongue ran over her soft lips, and they were just as I imagined them to be.
Soft, delicate, and inviting.
I kissed her lips the next second, kissing her passionately and desperately. She kissed me back, igniting the flames of passion within me. I don’t know how long we kissed, but it calmed my longing for her. It birthed a new hunger, though.
I pulled back and placed my head against hers, tenderly stroking her face while she held onto my hands. “I never stopped thinking about it, Ela. I never stopped loving you, and I believe fate brought us together once again to make things right. We can move on from the past to a better future.” My thumb caressed her chin. “What do you think?”
She opened her mouth to speak when we heard a gasp from the area where the party was held. I released her, and we returned to the living area. I tried to make sense of what had made the parents gasp because it didn’t look like anything bad had happened.
“Papa,” Ela called, hurried up to the grey–headed man not too far away, and threw her arms around him
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“What is appropriate to wear for a four year old’s birthday party? I asked Vivian over the phone as i stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it.
I didn’t want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela
“Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked,” Vivian replied, a little startled “Are you drunk
I grunted and said, “I am not; today is Ocean’s birthday party. He invited me.”
“Ocean,” he repeated, and he was thinking about the name.
“Ela’s son.”
“Why are you going to Imela’s son’s birthday party?”
“Because Ocean invited me,” I repeated. I needed him to keep up.
“Where did you see him?”
“That’s not the reason I called you, Vivian.” I hissed.
“Then why did you call?”
“I don’t know what to wear.”
“What do you have in mind, princess?”
“I was thinking of a white shirt and black jeans, but I don’t want to appear overly dressed; it’s a four–year–old party,” I answered before my brain registered that the idiot had called me a princess.
“There is nothing wrong with the shirt and a pair of black jeans, so I do not understand why you seem so worked up, except there is…” I didn’t let him finish before ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed. I wasn’t ready for his hypothesis.
I picked up the shirt and put it on, and I did the same for the jeans.
My phone began to ring, and I knew who it was. I answered and tapped on the speaker icon, and I did my sleeves. “What!”
“You son of a bitch! You ended the call while I was still speaking.”
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“Network”
“Bullshit! Are you making a move on Ela?”
“Maybe. She’s single now, and I am single,”
He became silent, and I knew he had a lot to say. Whenever he went silent suddenly, it was because he was going over what he intended to say, “Say it.” I encouraged in a steady tone; I wanted to hear it.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. Hurt Oliver is an ugly, pain–in–the–ass crybaby, and I don’t want that,” he
said.
I anticipated everything he had to say, except for the ugly part. “It will be different this time,” I reassured
him.
I arrived a few minutes before the given time because turning up late was the last thing I wanted. I had stopped at the toy store to get Ocean a transformer truck. Ela had spoken about it being a party for a few friends and families when she sent her address, so I felt privileged that Ocean had invited me.
I leaned against my car, staring at the white penthouse before me, where Ela and her son lived, according to the address. Judging from the look, it was a calm and serene environment and an ideal place for those prioritising security in the state. I had five more minutes before the official time, and I was willing to wait
until then.
My phone rang, and I glanced at it and saw Ela’s ID. I answered and placed it against my ear. “Come inside; someone might see you and call the police.” She said that and ended the call.
I needed no other instructions. I found the living area littered with decorations and various posters of Avengers heroes as I stepped in.
A boy after my own heart.
Ela climbed down the stairs in a simple sundress, holding Ocean, who wore a mini–Thor costume, on her
arm.
I held my breath as they drew closer, and my brain couldn’t find words to say to them.
“Oliver.”
“I didn’t mean to lurk; I just didn’t want to come late.” I rambled, then handed Ocean my present.
He took it, looking the most excited to see it. “Gracias, señor Plane.” He beamed.
I smiled. “You’re welcome; por favor llámame Oliver (please call me Oliver),” I spoke the crooked Spanish
I knew.
Jesse’s Beautiful Mistake
Chapter 60
Els dropped him so he could go ahead and keep his present, and the boy took off at lightning speed. He was indeed a superhero
“Thank you for the gift”
I shrugged it off and shoved my hands into my pocket. “I see I am very early.” I began small talk, even though I was horrible at it
She nodded, “You are; the party starts at six. We knew a lot of children in Madrid, but here, we only made a few at his daycare.” She revealed, sounding a little sad. “This would also be his first birthday without his grandpa.”
“He’ll have many friends before you know it; he’s got a very positive and welcoming nature,” I told her, quite impressed with how the little fellow carried himself. “As for Grandpa, I am sorry to hear that.”
Her eyes flickered with emotion, and she smiled and said, “Thank you. I am glad you came.”
I lit up, unable to help my smile. I hadn’t wanted to fight for anything in a long time, but I was willing to fight and keep the smile on her face.
“You look beautiful when you smile.” I revealed and took a step closer: “Very beautiful.”
She started, “You shouldn’t,” but she never finished because I took another step closer. However, the door opened, and the parents and their children ran inside, each carrying their wrapped presents. I pulled
away.
Ela walked over to welcome the parents while I found myself a nice corner to stay in and watch from. At precisely six p.m., the party kicked off, and a few more joined the celebration. A few of them were Ingrid, Imela’s PA; Caesar, her driver; and Benjamin, the security guard at the company. Everyone had their gifts, and though it was a small party, the living room was crowded. The kids ran around laughing happily while the parents got to know each other through small talk.
I saw Ela laughing with one of the parents present, and her delightful laughter made my stomach flutter. Her eyes swept across the room, and they landed on me. I expected her emotions to disappear, but they
didn’t.
We had history, and I had every reason to hate her and want to stay away, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care what she had done; it was in the past.
I loved her; the years didn’t change how I felt about her. She was still the only one my heartbeat for–the only one that would make me sweat in a cold room.
She had me wrapped around her fingers and didn’t even know it.
Cecil was right; everything changed when Ela returned. I was glad she did because I feel more alive now than I have in almost five years.
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She excused herself from the parent she spoke with and walked into the kitchen, and even though i
shouldn’t have, I followed her.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded after turning around and finding me behind. She looked more confused than surprised, and her eyes sought answers,
She didn’t have to look further.
I stared at her lips, “I don’t know. I know I want to kiss you.” I earnestly replied. “I want to run my tongue over your bottom lip and get a taste of your softness before kissing them delicately.”
My response took her back, and her brows furrowed. “Did you think that through?”
“Saying it? No, I had no time to think up the right words. But I have thought about it for a while now. I go to bed thinking about it–thinking about you. I think about you now the same way I did the first time we
met.”
She swallowed, and her lips parted slowly to mutter. “Olly.” She couldn’t hide it; she was just as trapped
in this as I was.
“Tell me, do you think about me, too?” I asked and took a step closer.
She stayed silent, fighting with the truth, which we both knew. I took another step closer, and I felt the heat coming from her body. “Tell me, Ela, do you think about me too?” My hand came up to stroke the
side of her face.
She gasped, “Yes.”
I leaned in, and my tongue ran over her soft lips, and they were just as I imagined them to be.
Soft, delicate, and inviting.
I kissed her lips the next second, kissing her passionately and desperately. She kissed me back, igniting the flames of passion within me. I don’t know how long we kissed, but it calmed my longing for her. It birthed a new hunger, though.
I pulled back and placed my head against hers, tenderly stroking her face while she held onto my hands. “I never stopped thinking about it, Ela. I never stopped loving you, and I believe fate brought us together once again to make things right. We can move on from the past to a better future.” My thumb caressed her chin. “What do you think?”
She opened her mouth to speak when we heard a gasp from the area where the party was held. I released her, and we returned to the living area. I tried to make sense of what had made the parents gasp because it didn’t look like anything bad had happened.
“Papa,” Ela called, hurried up to the grey–headed man not too far away, and threw her arms around him
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“What is appropriate to wear for a four year old’s birthday party? I asked Vivian over the phone as i stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it.
I didn’t want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela
“Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked,” Vivian replied, a little startled “Are you drunk
I grunted and said, “I am not; today is Ocean’s birthday party. He invited me.”
“Ocean,” he repeated, and he was thinking about the name.
“Ela’s son.”
“Why are you going to Imela’s son’s birthday party?”
“Because Ocean invited me,” I repeated. I needed him to keep up.
“Where did you see him?”
“That’s not the reason I called you, Vivian.” I hissed.
“Then why did you call?”
“I don’t know what to wear.”
“What do you have in mind, princess?”
“I was thinking of a white shirt and black jeans, but I don’t want to appear overly dressed; it’s a four–year–old party,” I answered before my brain registered that the idiot had called me a princess.
“There is nothing wrong with the shirt and a pair of black jeans, so I do not understand why you seem so worked up, except there is…” I didn’t let him finish before ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed. I wasn’t ready for his hypothesis.
I picked up the shirt and put it on, and I did the same for the jeans.
My phone began to ring, and I knew who it was. I answered and tapped on the speaker icon, and I did my sleeves. “What!”
“You son of a bitch! You ended the call while I was still speaking.”
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“Network”
“Bullshit! Are you making a move on Ela?”
“Maybe. She’s single now, and I am single,”
He became silent, and I knew he had a lot to say. Whenever he went silent suddenly, it was because he was going over what he intended to say, “Say it.” I encouraged in a steady tone; I wanted to hear it.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. Hurt Oliver is an ugly, pain–in–the–ass crybaby, and I don’t want that,” he
said.
I anticipated everything he had to say, except for the ugly part. “It will be different this time,” I reassured
him.
I arrived a few minutes before the given time because turning up late was the last thing I wanted. I had stopped at the toy store to get Ocean a transformer truck. Ela had spoken about it being a party for a few friends and families when she sent her address, so I felt privileged that Ocean had invited me.
I leaned against my car, staring at the white penthouse before me, where Ela and her son lived, according to the address. Judging from the look, it was a calm and serene environment and an ideal place for those prioritising security in the state. I had five more minutes before the official time, and I was willing to wait
until then.
My phone rang, and I glanced at it and saw Ela’s ID. I answered and placed it against my ear. “Come inside; someone might see you and call the police.” She said that and ended the call.
I needed no other instructions. I found the living area littered with decorations and various posters of Avengers heroes as I stepped in.
A boy after my own heart.
Ela climbed down the stairs in a simple sundress, holding Ocean, who wore a mini–Thor costume, on her
arm.
I held my breath as they drew closer, and my brain couldn’t find words to say to them.
“Oliver.”
“I didn’t mean to lurk; I just didn’t want to come late.” I rambled, then handed Ocean my present.
He took it, looking the most excited to see it. “Gracias, señor Plane.” He beamed.
I smiled. “You’re welcome; por favor llámame Oliver (please call me Oliver),” I spoke the crooked Spanish
I knew.
Jesse’s Beautiful Mistake
Chapter 60
Els dropped him so he could go ahead and keep his present, and the boy took off at lightning speed. He was indeed a superhero
“Thank you for the gift”
I shrugged it off and shoved my hands into my pocket. “I see I am very early.” I began small talk, even though I was horrible at it
She nodded, “You are; the party starts at six. We knew a lot of children in Madrid, but here, we only made a few at his daycare.” She revealed, sounding a little sad. “This would also be his first birthday without his grandpa.”
“He’ll have many friends before you know it; he’s got a very positive and welcoming nature,” I told her, quite impressed with how the little fellow carried himself. “As for Grandpa, I am sorry to hear that.”
Her eyes flickered with emotion, and she smiled and said, “Thank you. I am glad you came.”
I lit up, unable to help my smile. I hadn’t wanted to fight for anything in a long time, but I was willing to fight and keep the smile on her face.
“You look beautiful when you smile.” I revealed and took a step closer: “Very beautiful.”
She started, “You shouldn’t,” but she never finished because I took another step closer. However, the door opened, and the parents and their children ran inside, each carrying their wrapped presents. I pulled
away.
Ela walked over to welcome the parents while I found myself a nice corner to stay in and watch from. At precisely six p.m., the party kicked off, and a few more joined the celebration. A few of them were Ingrid, Imela’s PA; Caesar, her driver; and Benjamin, the security guard at the company. Everyone had their gifts, and though it was a small party, the living room was crowded. The kids ran around laughing happily while the parents got to know each other through small talk.
I saw Ela laughing with one of the parents present, and her delightful laughter made my stomach flutter. Her eyes swept across the room, and they landed on me. I expected her emotions to disappear, but they
didn’t.
We had history, and I had every reason to hate her and want to stay away, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care what she had done; it was in the past.
I loved her; the years didn’t change how I felt about her. She was still the only one my heartbeat for–the only one that would make me sweat in a cold room.
She had me wrapped around her fingers and didn’t even know it.
Cecil was right; everything changed when Ela returned. I was glad she did because I feel more alive now than I have in almost five years.
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She excused herself from the parent she spoke with and walked into the kitchen, and even though i
shouldn’t have, I followed her.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded after turning around and finding me behind. She looked more confused than surprised, and her eyes sought answers,
She didn’t have to look further.
I stared at her lips, “I don’t know. I know I want to kiss you.” I earnestly replied. “I want to run my tongue over your bottom lip and get a taste of your softness before kissing them delicately.”
My response took her back, and her brows furrowed. “Did you think that through?”
“Saying it? No, I had no time to think up the right words. But I have thought about it for a while now. I go to bed thinking about it–thinking about you. I think about you now the same way I did the first time we
met.”
She swallowed, and her lips parted slowly to mutter. “Olly.” She couldn’t hide it; she was just as trapped
in this as I was.
“Tell me, do you think about me, too?” I asked and took a step closer.
She stayed silent, fighting with the truth, which we both knew. I took another step closer, and I felt the heat coming from her body. “Tell me, Ela, do you think about me too?” My hand came up to stroke the
side of her face.
She gasped, “Yes.”
I leaned in, and my tongue ran over her soft lips, and they were just as I imagined them to be.
Soft, delicate, and inviting.
I kissed her lips the next second, kissing her passionately and desperately. She kissed me back, igniting the flames of passion within me. I don’t know how long we kissed, but it calmed my longing for her. It birthed a new hunger, though.
I pulled back and placed my head against hers, tenderly stroking her face while she held onto my hands. “I never stopped thinking about it, Ela. I never stopped loving you, and I believe fate brought us together once again to make things right. We can move on from the past to a better future.” My thumb caressed her chin. “What do you think?”
She opened her mouth to speak when we heard a gasp from the area where the party was held. I released her, and we returned to the living area. I tried to make sense of what had made the parents gasp because it didn’t look like anything bad had happened.
“Papa,” Ela called, hurried up to the grey–headed man not too far away, and threw her arms around him
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“What is appropriate to wear for a four year old’s birthday party? I asked Vivian over the phone as i stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it.
I didn’t want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela
“Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked,” Vivian replied, a little startled “Are you drunk
I grunted and said, “I am not; today is Ocean’s birthday party. He invited me.”
“Ocean,” he repeated, and he was thinking about the name.
“Ela’s son.”
“Why are you going to Imela’s son’s birthday party?”
“Because Ocean invited me,” I repeated. I needed him to keep up.
“Where did you see him?”
“That’s not the reason I called you, Vivian.” I hissed.
“Then why did you call?”
“I don’t know what to wear.”
“What do you have in mind, princess?”
“I was thinking of a white shirt and black jeans, but I don’t want to appear overly dressed; it’s a four–year–old party,” I answered before my brain registered that the idiot had called me a princess.
“There is nothing wrong with the shirt and a pair of black jeans, so I do not understand why you seem so worked up, except there is…” I didn’t let him finish before ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed. I wasn’t ready for his hypothesis.
I picked up the shirt and put it on, and I did the same for the jeans.
My phone began to ring, and I knew who it was. I answered and tapped on the speaker icon, and I did my sleeves. “What!”
“You son of a bitch! You ended the call while I was still speaking.”
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“Bullshit! Are you making a move on Ela?”
“Maybe. She’s single now, and I am single,”
He became silent, and I knew he had a lot to say. Whenever he went silent suddenly, it was because he was going over what he intended to say, “Say it.” I encouraged in a steady tone; I wanted to hear it.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. Hurt Oliver is an ugly, pain–in–the–ass crybaby, and I don’t want that,” he
said.
I anticipated everything he had to say, except for the ugly part. “It will be different this time,” I reassured
him.
I arrived a few minutes before the given time because turning up late was the last thing I wanted. I had stopped at the toy store to get Ocean a transformer truck. Ela had spoken about it being a party for a few friends and families when she sent her address, so I felt privileged that Ocean had invited me.
I leaned against my car, staring at the white penthouse before me, where Ela and her son lived, according to the address. Judging from the look, it was a calm and serene environment and an ideal place for those prioritising security in the state. I had five more minutes before the official time, and I was willing to wait
until then.
My phone rang, and I glanced at it and saw Ela’s ID. I answered and placed it against my ear. “Come inside; someone might see you and call the police.” She said that and ended the call.
I needed no other instructions. I found the living area littered with decorations and various posters of Avengers heroes as I stepped in.
A boy after my own heart.
Ela climbed down the stairs in a simple sundress, holding Ocean, who wore a mini–Thor costume, on her
arm.
I held my breath as they drew closer, and my brain couldn’t find words to say to them.
“Oliver.”
“I didn’t mean to lurk; I just didn’t want to come late.” I rambled, then handed Ocean my present.
He took it, looking the most excited to see it. “Gracias, señor Plane.” He beamed.
I smiled. “You’re welcome; por favor llámame Oliver (please call me Oliver),” I spoke the crooked Spanish
I knew.
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Els dropped him so he could go ahead and keep his present, and the boy took off at lightning speed. He was indeed a superhero
“Thank you for the gift”
I shrugged it off and shoved my hands into my pocket. “I see I am very early.” I began small talk, even though I was horrible at it
She nodded, “You are; the party starts at six. We knew a lot of children in Madrid, but here, we only made a few at his daycare.” She revealed, sounding a little sad. “This would also be his first birthday without his grandpa.”
“He’ll have many friends before you know it; he’s got a very positive and welcoming nature,” I told her, quite impressed with how the little fellow carried himself. “As for Grandpa, I am sorry to hear that.”
Her eyes flickered with emotion, and she smiled and said, “Thank you. I am glad you came.”
I lit up, unable to help my smile. I hadn’t wanted to fight for anything in a long time, but I was willing to fight and keep the smile on her face.
“You look beautiful when you smile.” I revealed and took a step closer: “Very beautiful.”
She started, “You shouldn’t,” but she never finished because I took another step closer. However, the door opened, and the parents and their children ran inside, each carrying their wrapped presents. I pulled
away.
Ela walked over to welcome the parents while I found myself a nice corner to stay in and watch from. At precisely six p.m., the party kicked off, and a few more joined the celebration. A few of them were Ingrid, Imela’s PA; Caesar, her driver; and Benjamin, the security guard at the company. Everyone had their gifts, and though it was a small party, the living room was crowded. The kids ran around laughing happily while the parents got to know each other through small talk.
I saw Ela laughing with one of the parents present, and her delightful laughter made my stomach flutter. Her eyes swept across the room, and they landed on me. I expected her emotions to disappear, but they
didn’t.
We had history, and I had every reason to hate her and want to stay away, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care what she had done; it was in the past.
I loved her; the years didn’t change how I felt about her. She was still the only one my heartbeat for–the only one that would make me sweat in a cold room.
She had me wrapped around her fingers and didn’t even know it.
Cecil was right; everything changed when Ela returned. I was glad she did because I feel more alive now than I have in almost five years.
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She excused herself from the parent she spoke with and walked into the kitchen, and even though i
shouldn’t have, I followed her.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded after turning around and finding me behind. She looked more confused than surprised, and her eyes sought answers,
She didn’t have to look further.
I stared at her lips, “I don’t know. I know I want to kiss you.” I earnestly replied. “I want to run my tongue over your bottom lip and get a taste of your softness before kissing them delicately.”
My response took her back, and her brows furrowed. “Did you think that through?”
“Saying it? No, I had no time to think up the right words. But I have thought about it for a while now. I go to bed thinking about it–thinking about you. I think about you now the same way I did the first time we
met.”
She swallowed, and her lips parted slowly to mutter. “Olly.” She couldn’t hide it; she was just as trapped
in this as I was.
“Tell me, do you think about me, too?” I asked and took a step closer.
She stayed silent, fighting with the truth, which we both knew. I took another step closer, and I felt the heat coming from her body. “Tell me, Ela, do you think about me too?” My hand came up to stroke the
side of her face.
She gasped, “Yes.”
I leaned in, and my tongue ran over her soft lips, and they were just as I imagined them to be.
Soft, delicate, and inviting.
I kissed her lips the next second, kissing her passionately and desperately. She kissed me back, igniting the flames of passion within me. I don’t know how long we kissed, but it calmed my longing for her. It birthed a new hunger, though.
I pulled back and placed my head against hers, tenderly stroking her face while she held onto my hands. “I never stopped thinking about it, Ela. I never stopped loving you, and I believe fate brought us together once again to make things right. We can move on from the past to a better future.” My thumb caressed her chin. “What do you think?”
She opened her mouth to speak when we heard a gasp from the area where the party was held. I released her, and we returned to the living area. I tried to make sense of what had made the parents gasp because it didn’t look like anything bad had happened.
“Papa,” Ela called, hurried up to the grey–headed man not
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“What is appropriate to wear for a four year old’s birthday party? I asked Vivian over the phone as i stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it.
I didn’t want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela
“Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked,” Vivian replied, a little startled “Are you drunk
I grunted and said, “I am not; today is Ocean’s birthday party. He invited me.”
“Ocean,” he repeated, and he was thinking about the name.
“Ela’s son.”
“Why are you going to Imela’s son’s birthday party?”
“Because Ocean invited me,” I repeated. I needed him to keep up.
“Where did you see him?”
“That’s not the reason I called you, Vivian.” I hissed.
“Then why did you call?”
“I don’t know what to wear.”
“What do you have in mind, princess?”
“I was thinking of a white shirt and black jeans, but I don’t want to appear overly dressed; it’s a four–year–old party,” I answered before my brain registered that the idiot had called me a princess.
“There is nothing wrong with the shirt and a pair of black jeans, so I do not understand why you seem so worked up, except there is…” I didn’t let him finish before ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed. I wasn’t ready for his hypothesis.
I picked up the shirt and put it on, and I did the same for the jeans.
My phone began to ring, and I knew who it was. I answered and tapped on the speaker icon, and I did my sleeves. “What!”
“You son of a bitch! You ended the call while I was still speaking.”
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“Bullshit! Are you making a move on Ela?”
“Maybe. She’s single now, and I am single,”
He became silent, and I knew he had a lot to say. Whenever he went silent suddenly, it was because he was going over what he intended to say, “Say it.” I encouraged in a steady tone; I wanted to hear it.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. Hurt Oliver is an ugly, pain–in–the–ass crybaby, and I don’t want that,” he
said.
I anticipated everything he had to say, except for the ugly part. “It will be different this time,” I reassured
him.
I arrived a few minutes before the given time because turning up late was the last thing I wanted. I had stopped at the toy store to get Ocean a transformer truck. Ela had spoken about it being a party for a few friends and families when she sent her address, so I felt privileged that Ocean had invited me.
I leaned against my car, staring at the white penthouse before me, where Ela and her son lived, according to the address. Judging from the look, it was a calm and serene environment and an ideal place for those prioritising security in the state. I had five more minutes before the official time, and I was willing to wait
until then.
My phone rang, and I glanced at it and saw Ela’s ID. I answered and placed it against my ear. “Come inside; someone might see you and call the police.” She said that and ended the call.
I needed no other instructions. I found the living area littered with decorations and various posters of Avengers heroes as I stepped in.
A boy after my own heart.
Ela climbed down the stairs in a simple sundress, holding Ocean, who wore a mini–Thor costume, on her
arm.
I held my breath as they drew closer, and my brain couldn’t find words to say to them.
“Oliver.”
“I didn’t mean to lurk; I just didn’t want to come late.” I rambled, then handed Ocean my present.
He took it, looking the most excited to see it. “Gracias, señor Plane.” He beamed.
I smiled. “You’re welcome; por favor llámame Oliver (please call me Oliver),” I spoke the crooked Spanish
I knew.
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Els dropped him so he could go ahead and keep his present, and the boy took off at lightning speed. He was indeed a superhero
“Thank you for the gift”
I shrugged it off and shoved my hands into my pocket. “I see I am very early.” I began small talk, even though I was horrible at it
She nodded, “You are; the party starts at six. We knew a lot of children in Madrid, but here, we only made a few at his daycare.” She revealed, sounding a little sad. “This would also be his first birthday without his grandpa.”
“He’ll have many friends before you know it; he’s got a very positive and welcoming nature,” I told her, quite impressed with how the little fellow carried himself. “As for Grandpa, I am sorry to hear that.”
Her eyes flickered with emotion, and she smiled and said, “Thank you. I am glad you came.”
I lit up, unable to help my smile. I hadn’t wanted to fight for anything in a long time, but I was willing to fight and keep the smile on her face.
“You look beautiful when you smile.” I revealed and took a step closer: “Very beautiful.”
She started, “You shouldn’t,” but she never finished because I took another step closer. However, the door opened, and the parents and their children ran inside, each carrying their wrapped presents. I pulled
away.
Ela walked over to welcome the parents while I found myself a nice corner to stay in and watch from. At precisely six p.m., the party kicked off, and a few more joined the celebration. A few of them were Ingrid, Imela’s PA; Caesar, her driver; and Benjamin, the security guard at the company. Everyone had their gifts, and though it was a small party, the living room was crowded. The kids ran around laughing happily while the parents got to know each other through small talk.
I saw Ela laughing with one of the parents present, and her delightful laughter made my stomach flutter. Her eyes swept across the room, and they landed on me. I expected her emotions to disappear, but they
didn’t.
We had history, and I had every reason to hate her and want to stay away, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care what she had done; it was in the past.
I loved her; the years didn’t change how I felt about her. She was still the only one my heartbeat for–the only one that would make me sweat in a cold room.
She had me wrapped around her fingers and didn’t even know it.
Cecil was right; everything changed when Ela returned. I was glad she did because I feel more alive now than I have in almost five years.
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She excused herself from the parent she spoke with and walked into the kitchen, and even though i
shouldn’t have, I followed her.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded after turning around and finding me behind. She looked more confused than surprised, and her eyes sought answers,
She didn’t have to look further.
I stared at her lips, “I don’t know. I know I want to kiss you.” I earnestly replied. “I want to run my tongue over your bottom lip and get a taste of your softness before kissing them delicately.”
My response took her back, and her brows furrowed. “Did you think that through?”
“Saying it? No, I had no time to think up the right words. But I have thought about it for a while now. I go to bed thinking about it–thinking about you. I think about you now the same way I did the first time we
met.”
She swallowed, and her lips parted slowly to mutter. “Olly.” She couldn’t hide it; she was just as trapped
in this as I was.
“Tell me, do you think about me, too?” I asked and took a step closer.
She stayed silent, fighting with the truth, which we both knew. I took another step closer, and I felt the heat coming from her body. “Tell me, Ela, do you think about me too?” My hand came up to stroke the
side of her face.
She gasped, “Yes.”
I leaned in, and my tongue ran over her soft lips, and they were just as I imagined them to be.
Soft, delicate, and inviting.
I kissed her lips the next second, kissing her passionately and desperately. She kissed me back, igniting the flames of passion within me. I don’t know how long we kissed, but it calmed my longing for her. It birthed a new hunger, though.
I pulled back and placed my head against hers, tenderly stroking her face while she held onto my hands. “I never stopped thinking about it, Ela. I never stopped loving you, and I believe fate brought us together once again to make things right. We can move on from the past to a better future.” My thumb caressed her chin. “What do you think?”
She opened her mouth to speak when we heard a gasp from the area where the party was held. I released her, and we returned to the living area. I tried to make sense of what had made the parents gasp because it didn’t look like anything bad had happened.
“Papa,” Ela called, hurried up to the grey–headed man not too far away, and threw her arms around him
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for a loving hug.
too far away, and threw her arms around him
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for a loving hug.
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for a loving hug.
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for a loving hug.
” My thumb caressed her chin. “What do you think?”
She opened her mouth to speak when we heard a gasp from the area where the party was held. I released her, and we returned to the living area. I tried to make sense of what had made the parents gasp because it didn’t look like anything bad had happened.
“Papa,” Ela called, hurried up to the grey–headed man not too far away, and threw her arms around him
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for a loving hug.
