I take the elevator down to the lobby and take a quick look in the mirror at my outfit. Unlike Romina, I don't need high fashion, especially for my bi-weekly grocery store runs. My tank top, shorts, and favorite pair of sandals are ideal. I take a hold of my hair and wrap it around the top of my head in a knot. It's hot outside, and I despise being hot, especially when my hair is stuck to my neck.
I reach into my pocket for a folded piece of paper to double-check my shopping list. Romina stays at home with Andy on rare occasions to go grocery shopping. It's a welcome respite, and I'm grateful she agreed to let me go grocery shopping on my own. I adore Andrew, but it's difficult to shop for fresh meat and vegetables while also caring for a fussy baby. I'm not sure how hands-on parents do it without the help of a nanny or other help. I guess my maternal instincts aren't quite as developed yet, because Andy is constantly grabbing things, trying to rub everything along his teething gums now that he's older.
Before the doors slide open, the elevator dings loudly. I take a step outside and check my pockets for my keys. I'm always misplacing things. When it comes to shopping, I tend to focus on my list and sometimes forget about other important items, such as my keys and cell phone. I go through all of my pockets and, finally, my purse.
I rush out of the lobby and into the parking garage after finding both my keys and phone. When I'm out and about with Andy, I'm required to ride in the chauffeured car, but for my "me time" and shopping trips, I drive my own car, a blue Honda Civic with a small dent on the side. When I'm running errands, I need to be comfortable, and nothing beats driving my own car.
Mrs. Morales and her overly friendly dog nearly tackle me to the ground as I pass through the side of the lobby with the revolving doors. I catch myself and regain my balance in order to avert the disaster in mid-collision.
Mrs. Morales is a petite woman with a blue tint to her hair. She's what I like to refer to as "old money." She is the epitome of a professional widow, with incredible stories about each marriage. Her husbands died and left everything to her... all six of them. I'm not one to speculate, but I'm curious if all of their deaths were as natural as she claims.Maybe it's because I watch too many crime shows. Each man she married had a higher net worth than the previous one. She freely spends her money on her dog and whatever new boy toy she picks up for the evening because she has no children.
Mrs. Morales is the only one in the condo who does not have a purse dog, such as a miniature poodle or a yappy Maltese. Trixie, her giant German shepherd, had to be hers. Trixie, she swears, is just a puppy, but the size and heft of the bulldozer-like pet indicate otherwise.
Deep down, I'm a little envious of Trixie. She wears a diamond-encrusted collar and drinks only bottled water. I recall Mrs. Morales telling me the hefty price of that collar, even providing papers to prove she had it insured. The dog lives a better life than I do.
"Thank God, Avril, you arrived just in time," Mrs. Morales says, smiling to reveal yellow teeth with a smear of lipstick on them. "I need to return to my apartment for a moment." Trixie is in a bad mood and being a little obstinate."
I make a tight line with my lips. Every time I see Mrs. Morales, she addresses me incorrectly. I've been called Anne, Ava, and Anastasia on several occasions, and once all three names in the same conversation. At this point, I'm thankful she calls me by an A-name, even if it's the wrong one. She used to simply snap her fingers at me to get my attention when we first met.
After ignoring her and allowing a few elevator doors to "accidentally" close in her face, she began calling me by a name that wasn't mine.
"It's Aliyah," I clarify.
She claps her hand to her brow, her withered fingers weighted down with several diamond and ruby rings, as if she simply forgot.
"Aliyah, you're correct. "I'm sorry, honey," she apologizes. "As I mentioned, Trixie is being a little stubborn, so I just need you to hold her while I run upstairs to get some filet mignon to entice her back inside." Based on her obstinacy, I may have to call in the big guns to get that imported pâté she craves. At two grand a pop, I can see why she enjoys it so much."
I try to wave her off and sidestep Mrs. Morales. "Well, I can—"But before I can finish, she shoves the leash into my hands and waddles right past me."Thank you, darling; I'll be right back," she says as she walks inside and into the elevator.I look down at Trixie, feeling... duped. Romina only gives me an hour and a half to shop, and my time is already running out. I take out my phone to see how much time I have left.Shit.I return my gaze to the lobby, hoping to see Mrs. Morales, but it is empty.What is it that is taking her so long? Maybe I'll just tie Trixie to a post and apologize to Mrs. Morales later.Trixie begins to pull away from me, as if she can read my mind and knows I'm trying to get rid of her. Given her size and strength in comparison to mine, she easily wins the brief tug-of-war and the leash slips from my grasp
Joe is a man after my own heart, if I were ten years older and still woman crazy. More importantly, neither of us knows how to accept no for an answer, which is how I ended up on this boring blind date. I like to think that his no-holds-barred attitude is what makes him such a successful partner at my firm.I'm not trying to ignore my date, but I can't help but glance at my phone for the millionth time. I work hard to hide my boredom by pretending to be at least somewhat interested in my date.My date, like every other woman Joe seems to know, is a model. He insisted that this one was different from the others, and I had to meet her. What I should have done was think about where this information came from. I should have known better, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to avoid Joe or the date for long, so I reluctantly agreed. Big blunder.I'm willing to put my entire fortune on the line. Joe discovers all of these
I take another bite of lobster and pick up my phone. My mailbox icon flashes, and I focus on the documents Amelia has just sent over. Thank you very much!"I must be pretty boring," Alma says, pouting. She stabs her salad lazily and looks at me."Of course not," I respond. "However, money never sleeps."She smiles, leans back against the table, and runs her fingers through my hair. "I understand, but perhaps it can take a break." I'm confident I can divert your attention away from your work after dinner. Or, if you prefer, I can perform my magic right now."You have a snowball's chance in hell of taking my mind off anything. Not now, and never."Tell me more about what you do," I say, trying to steer the conversation away from the possibility of us getting naked together.Alma returns to her favorite top
"Now, let's talk about this telescope thing. Yes, I have a room full of telescopes, and they may be aimed at you, but I wasn't spying on you."I arch my brow and slant my head to the side. He laughs once more, revealing his white teeth."I'm telling you the truth," he declares. "It's a scout's honor. Besides, I'm pretty sure I'd remember seeing a lovely lady undress."In response to the compliment, my skin flushes. He's becoming less creepy, but I'm still not convinced."You mentioned staying in the area for a short time. "How come?" I inquire.He sighs again as he runs his fingers through his dark hair. "Long story short, I'm conducting research that requires me to be hands on.""Oh," I say, eager to put this conversation to rest. "From now on, make sure your telescopes aren't pointing into my freaking window, or I'll call the cops on you." Please excuse me;
We don't take long to arrive at Aliyah's building and park right in front of it. Normally, I would prefer to accompany my date directly from her home, but because I'm not sure which location is hers, I wait anxiously in the lobby near the elevator. To calm my nerves, I twist and turn the paperclip in my pocket. It's my lucky paperclip, and I don't leave the house without it. After I mentioned that public speaking makes me nervous, an old college professor taught me the trick. It no longer does, but I still keep the paperclip with me.Every time the elevator doors open, I perk up for a split second before slumping back in disappointment. I look at my watch for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. To keep my mind occupied, I pull my phone from my pocket and check my messages. I have several emails from Amelia, a few text messages from Mr. Tanaka, and a text from Joe inviting me out for drinks instead of going on my date. I'm so preoccupied with my
Two weeks have flown by. It's been two long fucking weeks since my date with Aliyah, and I've been avoiding her ever since. I look at her phone number at least ten times a day before convincing myself not to call her. Her background check's blacked-out names make sense now.I've known Jonas for years, and I know that he would gladly pay an arm and a leg to protect certain aspects of his life. Romina is a whole other can of worms that I'd rather not re-open. I've worked hard to avoid dealing with the delicate intricacies of life involving people I know. I don't need the conflict of interest or the headache that comes with it.I just haven't had the words to explain everything to Aliyah. How can I tell her that I don't want to get involved with her because she's the nanny to one of my jerk friends? Besides, the whole "it's not you, it's me" thing is a little too cliché for me to use as an excuse effectively.Instead, I threw myself headfirst i
I close Andrew's door and make my way down the hall to my room. As I check the baby monitor in my hand to make sure he's still sleeping peacefully, he squirms a little but eventually settles back down. My shirt is wet and drenched in sour milk, a small gift from Andrew before he fell asleep. The shirt clings to my skin and is simply too much to wipe away, so I take a shower instead.When I walk into my room, I go straight to the bathroom, turning on the water and stripping out of my soiled clothes before dumping them in a heap on the floor. My mind finally has a chance to wander during my first quiet moment of the day, and my thoughts naturally turn to Jordan.He's been a man of his word since our conversation in the park, but I'm still wary of him. Sure, we agreed to start over, but I haven't forgotten about his behavior, and I'm still curious about what caused him to react in the first place. We've gone on a few quick dates, but nothing compares to our first date. They w
Tonight I'll see Aliyah again. Despite the fact that I've been out with her several times, I'm not sure how she'll react. Our relationship has changed since she confronted me in the park. No woman has ever had the audacity to confront me with such candor as she has. Something about her bravery and lack of fear around me fascinates me.I wait impatiently in the lobby for Aliyah, and when the elevator finally arrives at the bottom, I'm surprised to see her. She's dressed in a form-fitting crimson gown with sparkly high heels, revealing curves I hadn't noticed before. Her hair cascades over her shoulders in a waterfall of curls, and her eyes are rimmed with black liner, bringing out her deep blues."I'm sorry for being late. Andrew has a slight fever, and I wanted to make sure he was comfortable before I left for the evening.""No need to apologize," I say with a frown, remembering the small boy's illness as I take away his caregiver.She grins and tucks a stray curl behind