I can’t believe I am going home today. I didn’t want to come down to London with Jenny, and I had tried to get out of it, but now I am so pleased that I did. These few days have been amazing. I have not only had some fun shopping with Jenny and getting the last few things for the wedding, but I met Mark. How amazing is he? I cannot quite believe I am having feelings like this, feelings I have never had before. I slowly climb out of bed, trying not to wake Mark, who is lying on his side, facing me with one of his hands under his cheek. I slowly walk along the room into the en-suite bathroom getting myself changed for the day. I will be travelling for roughly four hours, so I choose to wear simple blue jeans and a cream jumper with comfortable shoes. Mark has offered to take Jenny, Rich and me to the train station. I creep back into the main room to see Mark sitting up in bed watching me with his bare chest showing.
“Are you sneaking around?” Mark enquires with a sleepy smile on his face.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.” I return the smile.
“I am still taking you to the station,” Mark says in a stern tone. “If you still want to go home,” he adds in his normal tone.
“I need to. I have appointments.” I look down at the floor. He feels like I do. He doesn’t want me to go. I can’t look him in the eye.
“I am going to miss you, baby.” Mark tips his head down so he can see my eyes. I don’t want to go. I do not want to leave Mark. Nevertheless, it is just a little holiday romance. Something to tell the girls about. They will want all the juicy details that never happened. I am not breaking my rules just for a one-night stand. I can’t sleep with him, not when I have such feelings and then have to walk away from him. From us.
The journey home will be just short of four hours, from leaving the hotel here to getting home. I will be happy to sit and read on the train back. Maybe I can even listen to my music and keep my mind busy by falling in love with a new book boyfriend. At least you can’t get hurt by that one.
“Megan, let’s have breakfast. Let me take you to the train station. I am not ready to say bye, even though it is only for a short time,” Mark states as he walks along the room in his black, tight boxers. He takes hold of my hand.
I nod and look right into his eyes. Mark leans forward, placing a kiss onto my forehead before heading into the bathroom. I walk over to the drawers and place my things together in a pile preparing to leave. I just want to get away before he kisses me. I want him to kiss me, a real kiss. I want him to tell me he does not want me to go without him, and I want him to come with me.
I suddenly feel his arms wrap around me, pulling me back against his naked chest. I freeze to the spot, unable to move, unable to breath. I don’t want him to let go of me.
“Hey, baby, don’t rush. You have plenty of time,” he whispers into my ear as he places a little kiss onto my shoulder, so soft, gentle, and oh, so perfect. I wish he did not do that. I so want to turn around and place my lips on his. I am not going to, though, or should I?
“You mentioned breakfast. Are you cooking, or am I?” I ask, changing the conversation.
“I’ll cook, baby. It’s my home, my job. You go and relax.” Mark had me to stay at his place last night, and he had Connor to collect my stuff from the hotel. He stated that he had work to do and needed to be at home, but wanted me with him. I agreed to spend the night. Mark’s bed is bigger than the one in the hotel, so I was willing to stay.
We spent the night in his office; I sat and read while Mark worked. Well, that’s what he thought I was doing. I spent most of the time watching him. Watching every movement he made. He was in such a cheeky mood. He had me shopping online for a gift for Connor. Connor has been working for him for five years next month, and he wanted to get him something special.
In the end, we agreed on a nice silver watch. He ordered it with an engraving “Connor, thank you for the past five years. M.” A very simple, but meaningful message. He is giving Connor the week off so he can have some time to relax and be alone. Connor had been talking about wanting to take his daughter to a nice holiday resort off the east coast. It will do them both some good. I don’t know much about him. I know he works for Mark and has a daughter, but no mention of a partner or a ring. Yes, I did check if he had a ring.
I slide out of his hands, head into the kitchen, hearing his footsteps behind me. Every hair on the back of my neck stands up on end. Oh my, do not come any closer. I go around the counters and stand in the lounge part of his open plan kitchen.
“So, what are you going to cook me?” I question, keeping the distance between us.
“As you can’t have some things, how about toast, sausage, and bacon? Maybe some beans?” he questions.
“No beans for me, but perfect otherwise. Thank you. Can I have a glass of water?” I ask as I sit down on the bar chair near the kitchen.
“Anything for you, baby,” He smiles, spinning around and reaching over to get a glass. What a view! He is still only in his tight boxers, and his bum looks amazing.
I spend the next half an hour watching Mark walk around the kitchen doing breakfast, being a right little chef. I can’t do anything but smile at him, seeing him so happy and so relaxed. Always smiling, Mark does not seem to stress about anything.
I reach down into my jeans pocket and pull out my phone.
Morning Megan, what is the plan for today? Xx
Hi Jenny, I am at Mark’s. He said he will take us to the station. I’ll message you with the time in a bit. Xx
Sitting on the bar style chair on the other side of the kitchen island, Mark turns around with two plates of food. “Are you ready to eat?” he enquires.
“I am. I’m starving,” I say, sitting up straight on the chair.
“Shall we go sit outside in the sun and eat?” Mark asks as he walks to the French doors and opens them.
I stand up, taking hold of my glass of water and follow him out into the garden. There is a small glass-topped round table with two matching chairs. Mark places the food onto the table.
“Give me a minute. I’ll get you a cushion. Don’t sit down,” Mark states as he jogs into the house. Wow! What a beautiful view Mark has to look at in his backyard.
“Here you go,” Mark says as he places a cushion onto the seat.
I take a seat. “This looks amazing.”
The next couple of hours seem to fly. I finish packing my belongings and how I would do it. Connor’s style of packing is not mine. Mark has a shower and does the washing up. It is so nice to see he is a tidy person and doesn’t just expect someone to pick up after him.
We get into Mark’s people carrier. I am sure I have not seen this car before, but it is outside when we leave. Mark places my bags into the boot as we head off to the hotel to collect Jenny and Rich. As we pull up at the front of the hotel, they are standing there waiting with their bags.
“Stay there, Megan. I’ll get their bags,” Mark states as he gets out of the car.
The journey to the station is so quiet that no one really says anything, and Mark points out places Rich should visit when he is next down on business. As we arrive at the station, Rich jumps out to get our bags.
“Megan, I have your stuff,” Rich says as I stand at the side of the car.
Mark walks around, gently pushing me against the car. “I don’t want to say goodbye. I know I have to for now, but not forever. I will text you.” He leans down, placing his lips onto mine.
I finally get the kiss I have wanted all day. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as his lips remain on mine, his hand sliding behind my head pulling me closer, and his tongue invading my very soul.
“Megan, please, don’t cry,” Mark begs as he takes his lips off mine, pushing my hair from my face.
“You best stay here,” I tell him while looking down at the floor.
“I will do, or I’m not going to let you go. Ever.” He places a little kiss onto my forehead, tightly squeezing my hand before letting go. I slowly walk away from the car to Jenny. I don’t turn around. I can’t turn around. I don’t want to leave.