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The only thing I’d be reading was how to not have a panic attack in a moving car. My head was spinning, eyes glued to the phone screen, and my blood was boiling. I was sure an egg could fry on my skin right now.
This disturbing pit of jealousy welled up in my body, crawling all the way up to my throat.
Her hands brushed lightly on his bicep as she displayed a million-dollar smile. What made it worse was that the date this was taken was today. I should’ve noticed, especially because it’s the same clothing he wore as we left his house this morning.
“Precious,” he said with a low growl. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I said, pressing the power button on the phone and turning around in my seat. I just wanted to get this date over with and move on.
The rest of the drive was silent. We could only hear the sound of the car’s engine or the wheels against the roads. I assumed we arrived at our destination when I saw Mikkel standing at the entrance and Lucio pulled over into this open space and stopped the car.
Before anyone could help me out, I carefully placed the velvet box on the seat and exited the car.
Mikkel walked over to my side of the car and assisted me around the path, while Dillon walked off with Lucio.
“He’ll be back in five minutes,” Mikkel said, “would you like to sit by the pond?”
“Sure,” I answered, a smile creeping up on the side of my face. This wasn’t a smile of attraction but a smile of kindness. He could definitely tell I wasn’t in a good mood, and I’m sure he knew why. He gets Dillon’s alerts too.
We walked over to the pond and sat at the edge in two leaf-shaped seats and waited.
“Precious,” Dillon said, placing his hand on my shoulder. I jumped at the cold feeling of his fingertips touching my shoulder blades, leaving their frosty mark on me. “Let’s go.”
He held his hand out to help me up, but I asked Mikkel to help me up instead.
We walked over to the date spot, and as mad as I was, I couldn’t ignore its beauty. Pink and crimson roses were scattered everywhere, and there was a candlelit dinner in the far side of the garden.
Nature is a fail-safe for me. I loved it. I loved being around it, and it kept me at peace. The candles seemed to be vanilla-scented, as the more steps I took, the stronger the scent lured me in.
Dillon had asked everyone, including Mikkel and Lucio, to leave us alone in this location.
“What’s up with you and Mikkel?”
“He’s was being nice,” I spat out angrily, with a cloud of annoyance washing over my face.
“Why are you behaving like this? You’ve been off since we were in the car. I thought it was just restlessness due to the long and tiring journey, but obviously it’s something else. Care to enlighten me?”
“Am I your type, Dillon?”
He expressed a confused look and released a heavy sigh. It wasn’t my intention to cause tension or ruin the mood, but someone had to ask the question, and that someone was me.
“I don’t have a type.”
I gave him a smug look.
“That woman in your latest picture looks like your type,” I said, lowering my voice and walking closer to him with the phone.
Dillon grabbed the phone from my hands, assessed the picture, and read through the article. His expression gave me the impression that he was surprised, but I wasn’t entirely sure.
“Yes, that’s me. That was taken today, but don’t feel threatened by Nalena. I’m in business with her and her husband’s company. She’s been a good associate of mine for years. I’ve never been intimate with her or moved on to her. The photo was taken at an awfully misleading time, as the media always does with me,” he scoffed, tightening his grip on the phone, “I can see why you’re upset. I’ll get it removed within the hour.”
Before I could even speak, he grabbed his phone and called his PRC team. It was already 9 at night, and I didn’t expect him to call, let alone for them to pick up the phone at this late hour.
I stood there in shock for about 20 minutes before he pulled me into his lap, planting kisses on my neck. This wasn’t about being intimate; he wanted me to feel safe, to ease my worries.
I couldn’t help but melt into his embrace. I stopped talking about the picture; I got all the reassurance I needed.
“Now that we’ve put that behind us, can we enjoy our dinner?”
