His

love

That's one word that still confuses me. Sometimes when I look back , I realise how far I've come through that word.

love

"madam" called my reliable assistant, Sally.

"yes Sally". I replied with my eyebrows raised in anticipation for the information she was about to relay.

"He's here". Those words caused a bright smile to surface on my lovely black lips. When I look back on how much he's made my life worth happiness, it only seems to broaden my smile. I quickly pack up my laptop and a few account documents that were delivered to me about two hours ago. I would have to take care of them at home. I practically skipped to my private elevator, punching in the floor of the indoor parking lot. Soon ( although it could have been sooner) I heard the elevator door ding open . I walked into the parking lot frantically looking around until I spotted it. The vintage black mercedes . It was quite obvious he heard my footsteps because he immediately look up from his phone . He froze, assessing my body from my hairdo to my shoes, his eyes showing how impressed he was - I mean- I own a fashion brand ; I have to dress nicely. I couldn't wait any longer, I ran into his arms kissing him in the process. He chuckled deeply. " I miss you too, love" . I couldn't let this man go, that's just how much he owned my heart. I was his.