Chapter 13 #2
“I know, and I'm very sorry for having separated you from her. I made a mistake, I'm sorry. Aurora has missed you a lot; when she wakes up and sees you, she'll be very happy,” I apologized, because I was aware of my error in separating them.
“I'm sure we're going to have fun,” she affirmed, and I could hear the joy in her voice and wished I could be there to share that time with them.
“I have no doubt. I'd like to be with you both,” I stated, putting into words what I felt at that moment, though I knew that with that comment I was saying much more. “I'll let you rest. Good night, Devon, and thank you again for your help.”
“Good night.”
When she ended the call, I was surprised to find myself smiling. Talking to her had given me the strength I needed to put my next move into practice. I planned to win her over. I wanted my sweet doctor with me.
The next day began with long work meetings, and I barely had time to talk with Aurora.
At one point in the afternoon, I called Devon to see how they were doing, but she spoke very little with me, simply telling me that her days off had been approved before immediately putting my daughter on the phone.
At that moment, I questioned whether in our previous conversation I had been too direct with my comments and had made her uncomfortable, but the problem was that I intended to keep moving forward.
Talking with Aurora left me truly happy because she seemed very content. She didn't usually like talking much on the phone, but that afternoon she had answered all my questions and, whenever I asked if she liked being with Devon, she responded the same way, with a big and emphatic: Yiii.
I had lunch with Xavier and took the opportunity to tell him everything that had happened the night before.
I got the impression that finding out Devon was back in my life, because that's how I felt about it, hadn't made him very happy, but that was his problem because I wasn't going to let him interfere between us.
“So, I should assume you're going to try to get back together with Devon,” he stated.
“I'm going to try.”
“Are you doing it out of gratitude?” he asked, looking at me seriously.
“Gratitude?”
Did he really think I was approaching her out of gratitude? I was sure he didn't actually believe that because Xavier knew me well enough not to think I would approach a woman for that reason.
“Well, until yesterday you weren't willing to take the risk and didn't want her near your daughter, and apparently the fact that she didn't refuse to take care of Aurora has made you change your mind.”
“It wasn't that,” I said, defeated, because I owed him an explanation.
“Then what?”
“Talking to her stirred something in me, I don't know what, but the desire to be with her again is immense.”
“Do you have feelings for Devon?” he asked, looking at me cautiously.
I looked at him not knowing how to respond because I'd been asking myself that same question since I met her. What the hell was it that I felt for Devon Dulcet?
“I don't know,” I finally said. “But I like her a lot and I feel very good when I'm with her.”
“So you understand that if you approach her that could grow and turn into something dangerous?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, though I knew perfectly well what he was referring to, that fateful emotion we all feared.
“Falling in love with Devon,” he said, as if I were stupid. “If you're not already.”
I said nothing.
“Very well,” he said, standing up. “It's time to get back to the meeting.”
“What I feel for her is different from anything I've felt before. She's special.”
“I'm well aware she's special,” was all he said.
We returned to the meeting and immersed ourselves in work matters, forgetting for that time everything related to Devon, or at least that's what I tried to convey.
The meetings ran longer than expected and that day we finished very late. When I looked at the clock I realized it was already ten at night in Uruguay. I needed to call Devon to see how everything was going. I quickly went up to my room to talk in private.
“Hello,” she said when she answered.
“Hello, Devon. How have you been?”
“We had a lovely day. She's sleeping now. But don't worry because she's doing very well. She likes my apartment and she's fascinated with the toys we bought today,” she mentioned, with joy.
“I have no doubt how happy she must be, and thank you very much for taking the trouble to buy her toys,” I affirmed, because I could imagine them enjoying themselves, especially Aurora with her new toys.
“It was no trouble at all, I'm also enjoying Aurora's company.”
“I would have liked to call earlier to wish her goodnight, but today was a complicated day,” I commented, because I always said goodnight to my daughter, except on exceptional occasions like today had been.
“Don't worry. She's fine and hasn't asked about you,” she stated, and I thought she regretted telling me that.
“That, believe it or not, leaves me very calm and makes me happy. I wouldn't want to know she's not having a good time, but I'm clear that she's happy with you,” I affirmed, sincerely, because rather than making me jealous, I was happy that Aurora was doing well.
“Have you heard anything from Alba? I sent her a message, but I haven't had a response,” she asked, drastically changing the subject.
“I spoke with her and she was organizing everything for when they discharge her son. The surgery was a success and the boy is fine. She was very emotional about being there.”
“I'm very glad.”
“Devon...” I began to say, but what I wanted to convey to her was better said in person, so I remained silent.
“Tell me,” she said, seeing that I wasn't saying anything.
“Nothing, nothing. We'll talk tomorrow. Sleep well.”
“You too,” she expressed.
I wanted to be with her, I had no doubts anymore.
Devon Dulcet provoked such an overwhelming passion in me that I wanted her to be mine alone.
With her I was possessive like I had never been before, not even with Cristina who did whatever she pleased with her life without even consulting me.
But with Devon I was consumed by jealousy and invaded by a primitive instinct.
I knew being possessive wasn't good, but I hoped she would accept me because I didn't know how to be any other way.
I wanted to protect her, I wanted to have her just for myself, I wanted to kiss her, caress her and make love to her in every possible way.
There wasn't a day when I didn't remember her lips, her passionate kisses, her body entwined with mine with her shapely and soft legs wrapped around my hips, as well as the warmth and tightness of her body when I entered her.
Just thinking about it excited me brutally.
That day we had made a lot of progress regarding the negotiations, so I decided that the next day I would return to Uruguay. Now I needed to make progress on personal matters, more precisely on what I was feeling for Devon.
I left for Uruguay the next day. I took a private flight that was a little over ten hours of direct flight.
With the time difference, I was arriving close to ten at night.
From the airport I went straight to Devon’s place to avoid arriving too late, although at that hour Aurora should be sleeping.
When I arrived at her building, the usual doorman opened the door and allowed me to enter.
From what he said, I assumed the man thought I was Devon’s partner.
“Good evening, sir. The doctor arrived a while ago with the little one.”
“With my daughter,” I said, and he looked at me but didn’t say anything else, and at that moment I thought it was true what they say about doormen generally being a bit gossipy.
When I reached her door, I didn’t want to ring the bell because at that hour Aurora was surely sleeping.
I knocked lightly on the door with my knuckles trying not to make too much noise; if Devon didn’t hear me, I would call her on the phone.
I felt nervous, once again experiencing that sensation of vertigo that I only felt with her.
I heard footsteps approaching and tried to calm myself.
The door opened and we stood looking at each other with surprise reflected on our faces.
How beautiful she was! And I was determined to make her mine.