Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

Chapter 8

“I am not exactly a bi*ch, am I?” Leonie asked as she sipped the white wine contemplatively. It was Saturday night and Simoniel had come over for them to have a girls’ night. John had gone to Japan for three days and would not be back until Tuesday night and she missed him. She had stopped sleeping in the bed because his presence was too profound in there and she kept reaching for him but he was not there. He had said he wanted to talk to her when he got back and she had a good idea what that talk was going o be.

“I don’t think you are a bi*ch at all.” Simoniel assured her. She had noticed the sheets and pillows still on the living room sofa and she had guessed that was where her friend spent her nights. “Why don’t you tell him Lee?” she asked her gently.

“Tell him what?” Leonie curled her feet underneath her and leaned back against the cushions on the sofa.

“How you feel,” Simoniel suggested gently. “You obviously miss him and you can’t seem to function without him.”

“It’s just s*x that’s all and besides he said he wanted to talk to me when he got back so you know what that means.” Leonie said with a shrug, trying to pretend that it was neither here nor there to her.

“I never assume and neither should you.” Her friend said firmly. “I think he is in love with you and he wants more than just something physical with you.”

“I doubt that,” Leonie said dryly draining her glass and holding it out for a refill. She was planning on getting good and drunk tonight and not think about anything pertaining to John Masaki. She was not going to think about his mouth on hers, on her nip*les, the way he touched her and made her cry out and she was definitely not going to think about the way he held her close to him when they eventually slept.

“You are letting him win Lee,” she told her friend quietly.

“Who?”

“Your dad, you are letting him control your life even to this point. You are letting him dictate your love life and that’s wrong in so many ways.”

“I am not letting him control anything.” Leonie denied furiously. “I am being logical and taking control of the situation before it takes control of me and eventually destroys me. Men leave and that’s a fact, they leave eventually and they will wait until you are totally and hopelessly in love with you before they leave, destroying your sanity along with it.”

“Are you listening to yourself?” Simoniel rounded on her furiously. “Not all men are like that. Are you forgetting that I am married and have been married for a number of years? What are you saying? That Daniel is going to leave me eventually? Is that what you are saying?”

“I don’t know,” Leonie looked at the pale liquid inside her glass. “I wish your marriage a long life but I am talking about me. I cannot take the chance of getting my heart involved only to have it trampled on. I don’t know what I would do.”

“You think that you can keep having incredible s*x with John and your heart will never be involved?” Simoniel looked at her with pity. “You are too intelligent to think that girl friend. You are already involved with him totally.”

 *****

The dream came that night. She had not been able to get drunk because they had ran out of wine and after Simoniel had left for home she had taken a shower and curled up on the sofa until she had fallen asleep.

She kept reaching for him but he kept moving farther and farther away from him. The more she tried to touch him, the more he disintegrated in her hands and she was left with nothing. She tried calling out to him but he just kept on going until she was shouting out his name.

She woke up with his name on her lips and tears on her cheeks. What if Simoniel was right? What if her heart was already involved?

She removed the sheets that had been twisted around her body and discovered that she had been perspiring. She padded to the kitchen to get some water to wet her thirsty throat and sat on the kitchen stool resting her elbows on the cool marble tiles as she sipped the water. She missed him. She missed him holding her and his lips on her and his very presence in her life, she missed him like crazy and she was very scared about it.

She cried herself to sleep that night and she kept seeing the image of her father reaching out to her. There was one instance where he was talking to her about leaving.

“I am not happy Lee-lee” he told her his face looking sad and weary. “I wanted so much out of life and I have not gotten anywhere.”
“What did you want to be Daddy?” she asked him curiously feeling sorry for him and wishing that she could help him.
“I always wanted to be a police officer but I never got around to doing it and when you came along, I abandoned the idea because I thought it was too dangerous a career and I had you and your mother to think about.”

“I wished you had followed your dreams Daddy and then everything would have been perfect.” She had said plaintively. “Don’t you love us anymore?”

“I will always love you my daughter, you will always be my girl but I have to go and find myself and to rethink my life. I am so sorry.”

She woke up crying.

 *****

She had used make-up to hide the telltale marks but she was not sure it had worked. She felt drawn and weary and her head throbbed like an open sore. She could barely get her bleary eyes to focus on the computer monitor.

He was coming back tomorrow! And he had not even called her from Japan so what was that telling her? She had almost called his mother to casually ask her if she had a number for him but she had not done so. She would just have to wait until he got back.

“We have a client list as long as my arm and we are adding more to it and we cannot seem to find a match for the delightful Mrs. Addams who calls us every single day to find out what is happening with her.” Simoniel came into the room with a file in her hands. She was wearing a bulky red sweater and a long floral skirt and had twisted her natural hair into fine braids. It was September and the weather had taken a turn for the worse with the wind picking up and the rain coming down every other day.

“Why don’t we go over that list again?” Leonie suggested. “There must be someone there we can match her up with.”

They pulled the list and went down it carefully. There was a fifty-six year old veterinarian who had his own practice in town. He was a widower with a son who had died in a car accident ten years ago so he was quite alone. “How awful for him.” Simoniel said sympathetically.

Next they looked at a fifty-two year old bank manager who had been divorced two times and had four children still living at home. “Definitely not.” Leonie said with a grimace. “What a nightmare.”

“I think Bob the vet is the best shot.” Simoniel said with a shake of her head. “What do you think? Should we set them up?”

“I think so and it says here that she loves animals and she never had children. Her husband died when they were on their way home from the beach five years ago. This is so sad.” Leonie said.

“That is why you should grab at happiness with both hands when it reaches you.” Simoniel told her pointedly before leaving the office.