Chapter 7

Beeze's POV

Loose....what in the world is loose...

Slamming my wardrobe door shut I plop on my bed.

You may be wondering, where does she get his clothes?

Thankfully my birth mom cares enough to send me stuff every week and my aunt doesn't care so she just drops it in my room.

I reopen my closet and grab a loose romper. It was colorful with white frills at the end.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Out of curiosity, I turned to stare at my butt.

My eyes widen and I gasp.

"That's my butt?!"

"Remind me why you decided to wear this sleeveless outfit during the night in New York?" Wes jokes eyeing my outfit as we sit in his car.

"Hey, you said dress loose I didn't exactly know what to wear."

"You still look beautiful though." I grin at him and he winks.

Second date and I'm already smitten.

"So where are we off to?"

"A place with lots of AC."

"Aww.." I sag, honestly disappointed in my appearance. I left my hair down, at least my back won't be cold.

"Don't worry I brought an extra jacket, just for you."

"You did?" I ask hopefully.

"Nope but I'm a man you can have mine." I slap him and he chuckles. "Did you try out your phone?"

"Not yet."

"Can you turn it on by tonight?"

"Sure."

We arrive at our destination and I read the sign.

'Roman Corps.'

"This.....Is your company?"

It was bloody huge. And blue.

"Yup."

"It is...incredible."

"Wait till you see inside." He smiles sounding proud and I decide to walk ahead of him.

He catches up and leans over to whisper something.

"I see your butt looks good as usual." I gasp and he chuckles running inside.

"Wes Roman get your backside back here!" I yell chasing him.

"You started all this on your own?" I ask and he nods. "Amazing."

I gaze around the sixteenth floor and we enter the elevator to get to his office on the top floor.

There were three offices at the top.

Assistant.

Manager.

And one that read Roman & Roman.

"Roman and Roman?"

"Thomas is usually here with me, so when I had the sign made he demanded that there be an extra Roman."

"That's my boy," I state and Wes rolls his eyes.

We step into his office and it's the same as every other area in this building but better.

"You did a great job," I tell him staring at the busy streets of New York. Did I mention that's his walls were made out of glass and see-through?

"Thanks." He smiles.

"Where are your parents?"

"Retired. They don't live too far from here."

"They must be proud."

"They are." He says looking at me and for a moment our eyes lock."Beeze?"

"Yea?"

"Can I kiss you?"

My breath hitches and I avert my eyes nodding.

He walks towards me and cups my cheeks before placing a warm gentle kiss...

On.

My.

Forehead.

"What was that?"

"A kiss. Duh."

"Thanks, buzzkill, greatest kiss ever," I say bitterly and he chuckles.

"Patience Beeze Patience."

"Shut up buzz kill!" I yell walking out.

This place was huge and I can't imagine how long it took to build.

The atmosphere was crisp and all the walls were made out of glass.

I loved it. I skipped along the lanes, peeking here and there and then...

"How about we take Thomas with us tomorrow?"

I spin around to find Wes, arms folded leaning on the wall.

"Of course. More time with my little one." I smile and he returns it."

He walks up to me and once again we both stare at New York in action.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" I wonder just staring outside and he nods, but he wasn't staring at the view.

"It sure is."

Back home I undress and hop into bed. I grab the phone and everything was already installed.

Searching contacts I find one.

"Daddy"

What in the world.

I press call and of course, on the second ring, Wes's voice fills my ears.

"Did you make a mistake with the name you put for yourself?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow even though he can't see me.

"Nope." He says and I can sense his grin.

"I'm changing it," I tell him.

"Aww. But I like it."

"But I don't."

"You're no fun." He mutters and I know he was pouting.

"So where are we taking Thomas tomorrow?"

"I decided we should go to the park. There's a playground and everything."

"Okay..." I yawn. "Sounds good."

"You're tired. Go to bed."

"Mhm, I'm going to."

"Sleep tight beautiful."

"You too handsome," I reply boldly and I can practically feel his grin.

He hangs up and I lay awake, just saying a short prayer, for the happiness that seemed to be floating my way.