Let Me Love You Again
Chapter 69

Nate

I got up from the sofa and outside the sky was still dark. I had not slept at all and I had spent the night looking at the ceiling thinking about how to solve the situation.

In those days, I also had to empty my apartment, since at the end of the month I had to vacate it for new tenants, and having this mess at home with Maya was not the best.

I wanted to surprise her on her birthday, I wanted to take her to the house that I had taken in her name and mine, but apparently, the f*****g jobs it needed were more important than they looked, and the agency had f****d me over. I should have talked to them too and canceled everything. Fortunately, I had not signed.

It could have been good for me, too. I could have graced Maya again by going with her to find a home. Maybe as well as returning to her good graces, I could have returned to her legs.

I got up and folded the blanket neatly and left it on the sofa and then put the pillow on it.

I went to the kitchen and put the coffee in while I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. On tiptoe, I went to the room to get my things. Maya and Axel continued to sleep blissfully, with the difference that Axel had moved and almost reached the edge of the bed.

I took a pillow and put it next to it to prevent it from falling out of bed. Then I bent over and left a k**s on his head. He stretched in his sleep and started sucking the pacifier again placidly. I went to the closet and took my clothes before I went to Maya and left her a k**s on the cheek. She didn’t move a bit.

I sighed and went to change. When I was ready, I went back to the kitchen and put my coffee in the cup. I took my stuff and left the house.

*****

The day at the office was looking heavier than it should have been. It seemed like life was turning against me.

He left the office, which was now dinner time, but I could not go home because I had to go to my old apartment and start to free something. I had no more time.

Having had to deal with some of Jess’ cases, I didn’t have a chance to stop by Axel’s for lunch, and I couldn’t get to Maya’s parents to pick him up. I texted her this afternoon, told her I couldn’t pick him up and that I was stuck at work and Maya only texted me an OK.

I got in the car and I picked up the phone. I tried to call Maya but she sent me back to voicemail so I texted her.

I can’t get back for dinner.

Ok.

I snorted for her answer and threw the phone in the passenger seat. I set off and headed for my apartment.

Once inside I began to empty the guest room first, fortunately, in the past days I had brought several boxes to fill but I did not think that I would be enough. Fortunately, that room was never used so I took relatively little. Once finished the room was completely bare and I hurried to bring the boxes full of blankets and curtains to the entrance.

I continued with the bath and it took longer than necessary. Even though I had a lot of things at Maya’s house, I had assembled several pieces of furniture in the bathroom so I had to take them apart and always bring them to the entrance.

When I reached the salon to start emptying it, I thought it was late at night and as soon as I rested on the sofa to rest, I fell asleep completely, without looking at anything.

*****

I woke up the next day completely sore and the sun hit my face from the open window. I got up from the couch and picked up my cell phone, noticing that I was seriously late for work.

I immediately settled down and went to work checking for messages from Maya, which I couldn’t find. I didn’t understand why she was so hostile to me. I knew she was hurt by the things I kept from her, but I knew what I wanted, and it was always her. Whether we got married later or earlier wouldn’t change my feelings, didn’t affect anything. The only thing that could affect me was my fear of Axel.

My love for her was the most authentic thing I’ve ever felt in my life and the fact that she doubted my intentions towards her hurt me, and a lot.

Was I an a*****e to hide the truth from her? Yes! I had been absolutely, but that didn’t mean she had to stop talking, looking for me, fighting.

We were husband and f*****g wife! We couldn’t be apart!

I picked up the phone and texted her.

I fell asleep last night when I was packing things.

All right.

Why didn’t you call me?

Because I’m pissed at you.

So you don’t mind if I don’t come home?

No.

I looked at the screen, my eyes popping. No.