He would be a baptized liar if he said his heart never seized beating frantically when he saw Louisa. At first, he couldn't make her out during the introduction and still couldn't after it. She was different. The good and bad kind of different; five years had taken a pretty damn toll on her femalehood. The mop of braided ginger hair withstood by the straw hat shone with a burning splendor just like he recalled, in revenge, her caked up elongated face held a hideous crimson red garnished lip and fierce extravagantly touched up evergreen pair of eyes. He remembered Cass putting on those. She called them 'winged liner', 'cat eyes' or something of the sort.
On normal circumstances- if he hadn't known Louisa that is- he would've classified her, on physical inspection, as a haughty self-reliant and self-centered young lady ready to hop on thirsty men's pants one night and have them tail her only to crush and rub their egos for as long as she's satisfied. Luckily, the Louisa he knew was an ocean wide from being that way.
On personality inspection, he could sense a cyclone of fear, fragility, and loathing. A side of him not dubious about the prior and latter.
"You've been staring at her for too long," Norton croaked.
Mason who was nonchalantly leaning on a dilapidated bookshelf, sighed in exasperation. Since the arrival of that Adrian, he hadn't had a chance to talk to Louisa even during their house tour. He spent most of the time glued to her, agreeing to what she agreed with and opposing what she opposed.
"You like her?" Norton chirped.
How ignorant of him. Mason's lips flattened at the sight of Adrian's hand on Louisa's bareback as he led her to a corner of the living room, that was the most he could do to not erupt on the clingy sloth. He made her laugh, really hard that he grew goosebumps. What was with him?
"Whatever is in that head of yours should be a strategy to win her before my brother does. He's a dick when it comes to women."
I can see that. He almost said.
If he was glad for one thing in his entire life, it was the realization that her ring finger was bare and that she still carried the name Woods, however, he wasn't going to let his guard down on gaining her heart back if not, why did he return? Why did he even live?
"I'm off to the hotel," Mason tapped his friend on the shoulder. If he was supposed to act quickly and effectively, he ought to start with the basics: rest his body, mind, and soul. Also, it was a good excuse to not ogle for the day. "Mariott resort isn't it?"
Tonight he and Louisa would be meeting Mr. Rudolph on the budget negotiations. How he looked forward to that, at least it was going to be the beginning of some alone time with her.
"It is," Norton confirmed. "What about tomorrow?"
"Oh, my team will here as early as six, work starts at eight latest. I still have some modifications to do on the plan which has to be set by midnight."
"Very well then. I on the other hand will be leaving for New York tomorrow. Still got a handful of errands to run but will make sure to see your handy before due time."
"Safe journey, Norton. For the meantime, get ma ass outta here."
*
At the embrace of his suite, Mason dove into a warm shower reminiscing the day's event. Out of all, he fought to push the last event to the back of his mind to no avail.
He couldn't wait to work with Louisa which was a miracle and an opportunity to get a foot closer to her.
As time flew, he indulged himself into more work than rest that by five pm, as earlier planned with Mr. Rudolph, he was all set for the meeting. He suddenly wondered if Louisa was already there. Professionally thinking he wouldn't dispute that she was already chatting with Mr. Rudolph over a glass while waiting for him.
"Sorry, I'm late." He croaked upon entering into the dazzling sitting section of the hotel room. As earlier thought, he interrupted the duo chatting over a glass of wine.
"Don't be silly, you're not at all late," the comment had Mason switching his gaze to his watch which read seven minutes into five. "Come have a seat and serve yourself a glass."
The only lady, whose glance did not mistakenly graze him since his entry, elegantly dropped her glass on the sophisticated marble center table.
"I presume the analysis and verdicts are prepared?" Mr. Rudolph began after Mason got comfortable, "Because I do not want to be interrupted by phone calls concerning deficits as I'll be very busy in the next five days. So, if there are or will be any further amendments say so now, " Mr. Rudolph's stare switched from one individual to the other.
"Sir?"
"Daniel," he corrected.
"Daniel," Mason cleared his throat to welcome the awkwardness, "I examined the plumbing during a solo tour, though not my domain, I must say that the pipes are pretty rusty and if measures aren't taken as soon as we can it might end up causing damage in the nearest future."
"Very good of you to have pointed it out, Mr. Donovan. I'll make sure to see into that with the plumber before I leave for Angeles." Mason satisfactorily nodded. "Anything else? Louisa?"
Her name sent his organs jolting amuck.
"Oh, no, there certainly is nothing to add up on my side."
"Is that so?" She stiffly nodded like she was royalty. "Ok then, I don't think there's any more for us to say," Mr. Rudolph's glances bounced from one silent to another. "Fine. I didn't think this meeting will go this swiftly. Here, Louisa, let me refill your glass. It'll be a pleasure to be in good company for the next hour."
"Needless," she lifted her delicate crimson polished fingers to a stop, "If I do not offend you, I'll like to take my leave."
"Why so soon?"
A similar question rained in Mason's mind.
"Nerry will be meeting me tonight concerning the decor." Her reply displayed bitterness but Daniel didn't seem fazed. Perhaps it was just him noticing the apathy out of guilt.
"Alright then."
With the graciousness of a swan, Louisa evacuated the heated room down the hall and into the lobby, relief blanketing her like a fish set back into its niche. She took slow and steady breathes as if learning how to breathe, the air filling her constricted lungs being the only thing that mattered.
Her next step, after her short-lived escape, was smashed when a voice behind her spoke, "Good evening."
She needed not another word from him to confirm who it truly was. Without sparing the young man a glance, Louisa scurried past the crowded lobby as fast as her black stilettos could take her.
Even through the webby muffles of the parading hotel occupants, Louisa could still figure out the distinct rushed clicking of his shoes.
The only things that delayed her were the heels and the glittery expensive marbled stairways she was clambering, so she used her sixth sense to pluck them off.
"Louisa," the pleading voice echoed accelerating her quickness. Even though she knew so well that he'll end up catching up with her before she made it to her room, she wished not to raise the white flag until then. And maybe she could make use of her assault alarm skills if things got to the worst--
"Louisa, please," --which finally did when his calloused hands from years of drilling, pulling, and hammering clasped her exposed arm.
"What is it, Mr. Donovan?" She appeared calm like she wasn't just running a semi-marathon a while ago.
"We need to talk, please."
"Ok, but," she gestured her eyes to his grip on her arm, "you do not want people thinking otherwise, do you?"
Mason immediately withdrew. His throat suddenly felt too dry for words to pass-through than it was years back. Her presence before him rendered him speechless for unknown reasons to mankind. His mouth opened yet, the words failed him again.
Louisa, who seemed to have gotten tired of feeding her amusement off his fumbles, dropped her stilettos and hopped into them with ease.
"I have not enough time to spare, Mr. Donovan. If you have nothing to say then I may take my leave," she composed.
"Wait," he stopped her, "We really need to talk but this is not the right place to do so."
She got canngled by the twinkles of his brown skin beneath the lightened hall for a while before regaining composure, "Listen, Mr. Donovan, you must know that anything business-related doesn't have a right place to me. Here and now is fine."
"It's not business-related and please stop addressing me as Mr. Donovan."
"I'm sorry, we have nothing to say then, Mr. Donovan. So please stop following me or I'll call security, better still raise an alarm." She used her eyes to gesture the populated surrounding as the corner of her lip tugged.
Mason fought back a cackle which failed miserably causing Louisa to scan her surrounding in embarrassment.
"And why will you do that?"
"Because I can and want to see you belittled like I once--" she suddenly stopped, "Good night, Mr. Donovan."
Mason followed her not only because he wanted to hear the sequel of her words and keep on seeing the radiance of her beauty but also because he needed to talk to her as much as he needed to breathe.
"I hurt you," she froze in motion, "I know and I've been living with the guilt for the past one thousand eight hundred and eighteen days to be precise. If sorry were a man it'll be me."
He slowly reached to her immobile figure, attempted to hold her wrist which she didn't retract. He pierced into her once lowered glassy emotionless eyes in search of a glint of hope. "Louisa, say something."
Her lips moved and Mason found himself yearning for her to speak for he knew it was going to be something positive, at least.
"I have a long rest ahead same as you do. Good night once more, Mr. Donovan."
She swerved to the door on her left and fished for her key card leaving Mason with an erratic interior.
"I will stop at nothing, Louisa. And I know you'll agree with me that it's a miracle we ended up opposite neighbors."
Louisa scrunched her face to comprehend what he meant only to see him unlock the door opposite hers. She knew she failed miserably at hiding her shock when he smiled at her and said,
"Have a good rest, Ms. Woods."
It was as unbelievable as falling in love again to know that Mason kept track of time for someone who never spared her heart a dime of his time. Ludicrous! It was already eight am and Louisa was impatiently waiting for a troop. She took the opportunity of the new incompetent coworker's tardiness to assemble important items from the basement and other parts of the bungalow in a safe place. They might come in handy in time. She stretched her waist then her arms to the burning sun after lowering the last utility carton on the concrete pavement when she got interrupted by a retiring car engine. At first, she thought it was Mason and was ready to release some bile until pitch-black hair, almost purple beneath the rays of the merciless sun, shot out of the driver's seat. Not only did more bile surge, her belly gurgled and her head unsurprisingly became woozy. But then, not all bad things deserved the trash. If anything, she was glad he came around. Very glad. She fake smiled at his ap
Adrian's company had become undeniably wearying that Mason's absence drilled her core. When she had returned to the kitchen—after willfully evading with Adrian—the only thing left was his gloves amidst a pile of annihilated bricks and plywood. Where did he go? Louisa crossed another pile to make it to the run-down corner, with which she was well pleased, hoping to sight a fraction of Mason on the seashore. But it was void of any soul. Her boots crossed the tiny porch, headed onto the heated sandy soil where the palms danced to the rhythm of the wind and the ocean waves reverberated, pulling and pushing against the recently wet platinum grains at its reach. She was tempted to take off her boots and feel the nostalgic blend beneath her feet until Adrian showed up. "Ah, there you are," his flip-flop imprinted on the whistling sand with every move, "you seem to adore this place," he remarked. "It's serene," she retorted, the wind augmenting so much that it whipped her ponytail to he
"What can I get you?" Mason inquired even though he had just half a bottle of whiskey which he ordered the previous night and a bottle of water. "The blueprints," her voice was as rough as an unindustrialized maple timber. "Yeah, right. Let me get dressed and get back to you," he scurried to the king-sized bed where his clothes laid and tucked into his trousers while eyeing Louisa. Her gaze pretentiously roamed to other room furniture with a plastered flush on both cheeks. "Here," he forwarded a blueprint to her, "that's the new design corresponding to today's modifications; the kitchen, master's room, and living room as you know it." She meticulously examined the design looking more beautiful than ever in the colorful African print she was in. Each shade complimented her in one way or the order. "It took me quite some time to ana—" "Well, thank you, Mr. Donovan," she cut him off and vacated the sofa. "I must confess, I'm very much impressed by your effectiveness. Have a good ni
"Is this giving us a chance?" Adrian referred pulling out a chair for Louisa to sit. Once he made it to his seat, she replied, "Not yet." Louisa made a glance at the signature Hawaiian-themed luxurious restaurant's decor dotted with smiling duos and immediately knocked upon her that they weren't at the right place or preferably, they weren't the right duo. "Are you by any chance...using me?" He leaned forward with narrow eyes chiseling out every nook and cranny her face had to offer. Louisa rested her chin on the back of her stacked elevated hands with a mischievous grin in sight, "using you?" She echoed, "and why will I do that?" Adrian leaned back, "I'm not stupid, Louisa. I've gone through this process enough to master it," a waitress dissected their sea of conversation with an ice-filled bucket of champagne after which she sublimed leaving them with filled glasses. "Are you indirectly insinuating something?" She continued. "No, not at all." "Then why think I'm...using you
"Let's get down to it." He broke their eye battle as he slumped onto the sofa. He didn't know what mosquito bit her to have her present in the middle of his suite with a first aid kit but he was delighted. Her beauty seemed to be evolving every second he set eyes on her even though caked up. He didn't very much appreciate that she covered up her freckles as well as hid behind the layers of god knows what. He was tempted to dislocate her lips with kisses and have her garments flying over the suite's balcony but lips and fingers froze to himself as memories arose from the depths of his mind. His aim wasn't to take advantage of her like before but to win the heart he had disregarded and for that to happen, he had to respect himself and above all, respect her for he had learned a lot over the years. He wasn't the same Mason she used to know, he wished she could pass the wall of despair, abhor, and distance she'd built towards him. He winced at the slither
"You can put that here. Thanks." Adrian has been of great help since his confrontation with Mason, if not him, what other reason could Mason have to leave? On one side, she was glad he left, on the other side, she felt desolate; a feeling she deemed to not have the right to have. "I need some special credit for this," even though he broke no bead of sweat during all the work—which was unbelievable— he still brushed his forearm over his forehead. "Wait for it," she adjusted the huge potted plant he just deposited by the double glass door of his room leading to a terrace. "Your parents will be here by nine tomorrow morning, right?" "So I heard. So...what becomes of us after this?" Her brows unnoticeably creased as if she had sighted a displeasing bug on her newly installed. "what has been of us for the last five months, is it?" "I'm not returning to the UK." "Why not? Your dad will—" "It's not about him, it's about
"What made you think you would've gotten involved with my family?" He shrugged, "I don't know, Louisa, things happen." "Proceed." He looked up at her as if asking if she was really sure about it. When her silence spoke, he shot, "The second time we met, I knew for sure it was a miracle," Louisa remembered that day like it was yesterday: she had managed to convince her brother to lend him his car for a shopping drive with friends after which they stopped for a bite at a Chinese restaurant. They bumped into each other upon opening the double glass door but he was leaving. His beam shone in all its splendor thawing her to a liquid mess. 'Hi,' 'Louisa, right?' 'Right,' her face heated up probably because he had recalled her name, or was it the intensity at which he analyzed her face; her freckled face. Louisa stylishly co
He was as eager as sad as he stood before the beach mansion with his coworkers; the Rudolph family were going to arrive any minute soon and he couldn't wait for them to see the great evolution, on the other hand, it meant the end of his coworking with Louisa.After his confessions to her the previous night, Mason didn't know where he stood in her life, what would become of them, and what she felt about him for he knew for sure that her feelings would metamorphose: it could be to something better or worst but then, he owed her that. The truth.From where he stood, he watched her from his peripheral vision. She was as fierce as always, her plum shaded vanished lip didn't even falter to a side twitch as she whispered something to Nerry."There they are, " Shawn alerted.Before them, approached two pitch-black cars in which Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph exited upon arrival, dressed in a baggy pair of shorts beneath a palm designed shirt and a vintage blue