Page 39 of My Heart's Doctor

“I suppose so.”

“I’m aware that when we decide to end this relationship, there will be awkwardness that will make you distance yourself from her.”

“I understand,” she said, and although she was clearly uncomfortable, I could also tell she agreed with what I was saying.

“I also wouldn’t want Aurora to see us as if we were a couple. She might get the wrong idea that could confuse and hurt her,” I said, because my daughter already had a very close relationship with her, and I would never let her think Devon would be in her life forever because that wasn’t going to happen.

“I agree, and I think we only have two options: either I stop seeing her, or I meet with her without your presence. Perhaps it would be best if Alba brings her here or we meet at some park,” she suggested.

“Having you two stop seeing each other makes me feel selfish. I couldn’t do that to my daughter,” I said, because it was the truth.

“Then, if you have no objection and Aurora wants to see me, I’ll coordinate with Alba to meet somewhere other than your house.”

“That might be best,” I indicated, and it made me feel more at ease knowing she shared my concern and was willing to continue seeing Aurora under the conditions I was imposing. “It’s already four in the morning. I need to go,” I said, looking at my watch, and she got up to give me space. “I’ll use the bathroom.”

In the bathroom, I freshened up and got dressed. I still found it incredible that all of this had happened with Devon. My God, how I desired her! If it were up to me, I would stay with her all night, but I couldn’t. It was best for both of us to take this relationship slowly and be clear that it was just about enjoying good sex—wonderful sex, to be honest.

“Will you walk me to the door?” I asked when I came out of the bathroom.

“Yes, of course.”

“You have my phone number on the card I gave you. Call me.”

“All right,” she said, leaving the bedroom.

Before leaving, I took her by the waist and kissed her.

“Call me,” I said, resting my forehead against hers.

I was aware that I hadn’t asked for her phone number, although without her knowing, I had already found it out. I hadn’t asked because I didn’t want to pressure her. It seemed best to let her control the timing and decide when we would see each other again. Though I hoped it would be as soon as possible.

“I will,” she replied.

I headed toward the elevators feeling confused. On one hand, I felt very good, and I supposed it was because I had achieved what I had desired since meeting her—sleeping with her. But I was sure it was something more than that. I felt happiness enveloping me, and precisely that was what had me confused. Being with her had made me feel complete, and I hadn’t liked leaving her alone. That’s why it would be best to take things slowly and let a few days pass, because Devon was turning my world upside down, and I needed to straighten it out.

Chapter 10

"Let your decisions reflect your hopes, not your fears."

—Nelson Mandela

Devon

You owe me an answer.

Standing before me and looking at me with utmost seriousness was him, William Cavaller, and that was all he said as soon as I opened the door and his intense blue eyes locked with mine.

“Mr. Cavaller? What are you doing here?”

“The very same. And I came for my answer.”

“I don’t understand,” I managed to stammer.

My heart began to beat so hard I could feel it pounding in my chest. Was he really standing in front of me, or had I fallen asleep in the armchair and was dreaming?

He moved closer and leaned forward to bring his sinful mouth to my ear.

“I asked if you were in a romantic relationship and you didn’t give me your answer because we were interrupted. I don’t usually leave questions unanswered, I don’t like it, so I’m not leaving until you give it to me.”