Mr.Right

Maverick didn't come back to the villa that night neither did he answer his phone calls.

I wait up for him, thinking he'll come in late and was working things out with his mom but give up when the time strikes Two in the midnight.

Maybe it's just a figment of my imagination, maybe it's real but I feel someone place a soft kiss on my lips when I fall asleep but was too tired from crying to open my eyes.

I jolt up from the bed the next morning, thinking yesterday was a nightmare, and reality dawns on me when I look at the space beside me on the bed and find it empty. Even the room feels empty.

His traveler's bag that was once resting at one side of the room is no longer there and neither is any of his other properties.

He left already.

Knowing he's probably on his flight back to Minneapolis, I rush out of bed to get ready to leave for the airport. We'll sort things out when I get home, I know we will.

I leave the house keys to the caretaker of the villa. A cap is worn on my head to prevent her from seeing my blood-red eye as I flag down a cab to the airport.

to the penthouse but whatever it is, I'm not ready for it. What he's going to say, how I'm going to react, I'm

was bound to happen. It's like I'm forbidden to be happy for a long

he didn't come to the penthouse either. His room shows no sign of him plus

through my skull and I feel dizzy for a second, concluding a shower would do me good right

It doesn't.

but he needs a break from me, a break from my drama. I would not be

and I dive for my phone, hoping it's from one person but I'm disappointed when I see

shows you're in town. How

possible so he won't suspect a thing. The call goes on a bit longer when he begins to tell me about a client at work. He throws in jokes into the story at some point and I have to force myself to laugh even if all I want to do

sort of shaky and maybe your vision goes a little blurry from tears that are threatening to fall— but you

I fall back into the old

first day I came to the penthouse, the day I finally spoke to him on the staircase, when he agreed to help me with my stupid plan... the moment I figured I was falling for him, when we first made love in his bedroom, and down to the scene at that restaurant in France— my sadness hits a whole new level as I punch the leather bag like

done and it hurts so bad I can't

breaks my heart more every time I call his phone and hear. "Hey, it's Maverick. Leave a message after the beep." I call him every night when I know he's not going to pick