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I’m back. Went to get an envelope.
Abigail-Ann
Ok! Have you talked to Halley?
The funny part of this is if I heard her name being called a few months ago, I would’ve felt despair and sadness. But hearing it now sounds like I’m talking about any other stranger. It’s emotionless.
Me
No. Why?
Abigail-Ann
I was just shocked to see her there, but I think you should do what makes you happy in this. If being friends with her again makes you happy, then do it.
That’s where Abigail and Halley were different. If the roles were reversed, Halley would’ve told me to never speak to Abigail again because nothing mattered to her more than being a person’s number one. While all Abigail ever cared about was my happiness.
Me
What will make me happy is never seeing her again. I don’t want her in my life, and I’m done talking about this topic.
The weather to be expected when we landed was normal temperatures, so I kept my dressing to a minimum, and so did he. This was my very first time seeing Dillon dressed in shorts and a casual, slow-button-down shirt. He paired it with his black Hermes glasses and his sandals. Just looking at him sent several jolts to my vagina, and I had to squeeze my thighs to calm down.
My gosh, Azzaria, get a grip.
I wore a yellow ruched sundress which showed a moderate amount of cleavage, and I paired it with my black purse and sandals. There wasn’t much to what I wore, especially because it would’ve tipped off Dillon that I’m overdressing, and he questions everything.
“Are you ready?” I asked. He was busy looking at himself in the mirror. Dillon’s confidence shone right through, and I’m glad it did. One of us had to be strong.
“Yes,” he walked towards me. “You look absolutely gorgeous. I’m buying a dozen of these dresses. They look great on you,” he gushed. “Are you still upset from today?”
“I’m not. I just didn’t like how you were ignoring me, but then I understood that you were busy, and I should’ve respected that.” I was also promised an apology which I’d definitely want later.
He smiled at me, and we shared a soft kiss and went down the elevator. Checking the time, it was 1:30 pm, and we had two hours before we needed to get to the airfield.
Lucio was driving behind us but using a different route. I had him bring Dillon’s laptop, earpiece, and skincare routine items. He’d go crazy if he left his moisturizer at home. And rightfully so, I stan a man with excellent hygiene.
Dillon looked over at me when I started shifting my seat. My stomach growled, and I felt a sudden sharp pain. That happens pretty regularly with me, especially on days like this when I forget to eat.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said playfully, “I’m good.” His expressions showed me that he wasn’t buying it, and he stared at me for a long while. Dillon does that whenever he wants to get the truth out of me.
“Tell me what’s wrong, precious,” he said in a low tone and scooted closer to me.
“I’m just hungry, but it’s fine. It can wait till we get to the south,” I shrugged and started fidgeting with my fingers.
He tossed the phone from his lap and dragged me onto his lap. Every day I thank the Lord that Dillon’s vehicles are very spacious with high ceilings. He’s always feisty in the backseat.
“Did you eat today, precious?”
“No.”
“Mikkel,” he called out, “Where’s the nearest restaurant?” I tried to stop him from asking because I would be fine, but I also should’ve known better than thinking he would let it slide. There are many things I get away with, but when it comes to my safety and health, he’s not the nicest person…
Mikkel checked his GPS system and said, “McDonald’s is five minutes away, and everything else is about 45 minutes out.”
“We’re stopping at the McDonald’s,” Dillon ordered, and Mikkel nodded in agreement. I just shrunk in his lap.
