It’s never too late

He chuckled, "you're still drunk." He whispered and then turned around to walk toward the door.

"I am not drunk but even if I was I would never sleep with you." I spat, shutting my eyes as I let myself fall onto the bed.

"I could tell that from the way you walked past me. I recognize that kind of attitude," he said after he reached me quickly. He raised an eyebrow, he wanted to provoke me and I knew that but despite that, I got irritated anyway by his saying.

I looked down on him frowning my forehead and he chuckled, "that gaze of superiority. That gaze scares men, I don't wonder why your boyfriend left you. You should…"

My anger arose in my veins and I clenched my fists, "I heard it so many times already, I have to enjoy my life to the fullest, quit my job or work less and dedicate my life to people I care blah blah." I said without any patience left.

He shook his head hearing me, "hell no. I wanted to say you should find a man who can reach that level and not someone who is not enough for you."

I remained speechless at his saying, nobody ever said that to me, I smiled.

I liked how that sounded, maybe he was right or maybe not but I needed to hear something like that.

"Oh god, I am sorry you met all boys like that." He recognized my surprised face.

"I think women like you are rare." He continued.

I didn't even know if he was trying to persuade me or if he was honest but I didn't want to dig into it.

"Maybe not all men are as in control as you," I said, the words slipped out of my mouth so easily.

"Maybe not," he smirked, "good night Lily." He said then, he turned around and left.

**

The next morning he knocked on the door, I was already awake so I went to open it and said good morning.

Just like he suggested, I wore his shirt, his gaze traveled through it and I spotted a hint of a smile on his face.

"It suits you."

His comment made me smile, he asked me to walk down to eat breakfast with him.

The table was full of food, like if it was a bouquet in a hotel.

Few cooks walked out of the kitchen to ask me what I wanted to drink and I asked them for a hot latte.

I wondered how it must be to be that rich, I thought I was rich for earning more than the average people but now that I had met him I realized I wasn't at all.

I wondered what he spent all those money for, if he did charity or if he had a woman to give gifts to.

I unconsciously traveled my gaze through the house as soon as the doubt occurred to my mind, to search for some photos or any sign of a woman.

But my mind didn't find anything, the decor was masculine and simple. It didn't even have any special touch as if Cameron gave someone the task to decor his own house.

Maybe that was one of the cons of being rich, and working a lot, you don't even find the time to decor your own house.

I took a few bites of the scrambled eggs and drank orange juice while I waited for my latte.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked and I nodded, then my hand placed on my forehead, "I forgot what hangover felt like." I joked and I heard him laugh.

"Will you go to work today?" He inquired as I offered a smile to the maid when she headed me the latte.

"I have two weeks free for my honeymoon."

Hearing how that word sounded gave me shivers and made my stomach knot.

"Oh…" he took a few sips of his American coffee and then settled his gaze back on me, "You should enjoy the honeymoon and celebrate being single."

I wish I wasn't so sad and angry at my own life to consider his suggestion but I thought there was nothing enjoyable about how the situation had turned. We didn't even break up, we are still technically together and I knew Carl enough to say he probably had already regretted what he did and would apologize as soon as I came back home.

He frowned his forehead and glanced at me puzzled, "don't tell me you're considering forgiving him after what he did."

I was, I truly was, although I was furious at him as I had never been furious with anyone else, I still loved him and cared about him.

"I don't know," I lied, to both him and myself. But my heart wasn't lying to me.

"Lily." His voice got lower as if he was going to rebuke me and I sighed unconsciously.

"You need a man who isn't scared to be with a great woman like you."

I shook my head, "I am not a great woman if he dumped me and if he cheated on me," my voice broke.

"I have done some researches, at the age of 23 you graduated from Oxford and started to work for the Stellantis Company as an assistant. And now after four years, you have one of the highest positions in the company." He summed up my life, he did his researches amazing. I wondered why he sounded so interested in my life.

"I am good in paper but apparently in love relationships, I lack. Maybe that's the price to pay." I attempted a joke but my face didn't move an inch and it came out as a serious statement.

"Stop being so hard with yourself, I had never met a woman with your curriculum and I am sure work doesn't lie. I had met so many women but as soon as they faced the first issue or difficulty, they quitted when they were on the brink of giving up."

His words penetrated in my skin so much that I got shivers, it was like he knew me so well. But he didn't, he knew how jobs were and he was a workaholic like me.

He leaned closer to pour some more coffee in his cup allowing me to smell his clean scent, his hair was smooth and his beard was perfectly trimmed.

Even in the morning with sleeping clothes on, he looked so handsome that I felt myself longing for getting closer.

But I force myself not to. He was a stranger after all.

"Maybe you have a point, have you ever experienced a similar situation?" I switched the spotlight on him because I always hated talking about myself, It made me feel vulnerable as if I let a door open and people could walk in and find out all my mistakes and my failures.

"Being left at the altar, no, I didn't." He chuckled, "I don't do relationships, I just figured out I don't have time for that, and I had put my career first."

For some reason I felt disappointed and sad, he deciphered that gaze and smiled, "maybe we shall have met earlier when my heart wasn't a piece of ice."

"Maybe we should've."

Another chuckle escaped from my mind - I realized I said that loud -

hangover, I will never drink again.

He leaned closer, his gaze fell on my lips and I swallowed down the nervousness, my heart speeded in my chest and I realized how much I wanted to kiss him since I had met him for the first time.

Few inches separated us but my heart was already going to explode and just like an automatic reply from my body I leaned closer to him as well, my lips curved in a smile and I hear a whisper come out of my lips, "but we met now, it's never too late."

And his lips locked on mine, coffee and juice mixed together, my lips sunk in his silky lips, and in a fraction of a second our mouths opened slightly and our tongues started to dance together.