Mya

Three weeks had flown by, each day a relentless rhythm of meetings, negotiations, and the kind of exhilarating chaos that I secretly thrived on. But tomorrow, I would be leaving, embarking on yet another venture that demanded my presence elsewhere. It felt bittersweet. My heart ached at the thought of parting ways with everything I’d built here, even temporarily, but I was determined to do something special for Jordan before I leave.

The soft rays of the morning sun peeked through the sheer curtains as I stretched lazily, the silken fabric of my pink pajamas brushing against my skin. After brushing my teeth, I decided to capture the tranquility of the moment. I stood near the window, phone in hand, and snapped a few candid shots. My hair tumbled in loose waves over my shoulders, and the glow of the sunlight kissed my cheekbones just right. Perfect.

Once satisfied, I made my way to my closet. Today had to be intentional not just in action but in presentation. My fingers grazed over the outfit I’d chosen a cream cropped blazer with sharp lapels and gold accents paired with high waisted wide-leg trousers. I slipped into a sleek black bandeau top beneath, its simplicity contrasting perfectly with the structure of the suit. As I fastened the buttons on the blazer and adjusted the trousers to sit snugly on my hips, I admired the way the fabric flowed effortlessly, exuding sophistication and confidence. A final touch came in the form of black strappy heels that elevated my stature and made me feel invincible.

I stood before the mirror, tilting my head to the side as I examined the finished look. A satisfied smile tugged at my lips. “Now, this,” I murmured to myself, “is how you command attention.”

I grabbed my bag and left the apartment, stepping into the crisp morning air. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoned me, so I made my way to the nearby coffee shop. The small bell above the door jingled as I walked in, and the warmth of the space enveloped me. I ordered a latte and found a quiet corner to settle into, the wooden chair creaking softly beneath me. My phone vibrated with notifications, and I scrolled through them absentmindedly, sipping the frothy beverage.

Jordan crossed my mind, as he always did. I couldn’t leave without seeing him. I texted him, fingers moving swiftly across the screen “Morning, love. Meet me later I’ll send you the location.” His reply came almost instantly “Can’t wait.” A small smile played on my lips as our conversation continued. His words, though simple, carried a warmth that settled deep in my chest.

Eventually, I made my way to work. The building loomed ahead, a testament to the blood, sweat, and countless sleepless nights that had brought me here. Inside, the air buzzed with the usual energy of my team. I gathered everyone in the conference room, my voice steady but tinged with emotion.

“Before I leave, I just want to say thank you. Each one of you has been an integral part of our success here, and I couldn’t have done it without your cooperation and dedication. I’ll miss you all, but I’ll be back soon. In the meantime, I’ll make it a point to visit whenever I can.”

The room echoed with applause, and as I looked around at their faces some smiling, others misty-eyed I felt a swell of pride. This wasn’t just work this was family.

The next stop was my favorite orphanage. The moment I stepped through the gates, a chorus of excited voices greeted me. Little arms wrapped around my waist, their laughter infectious. I crouched down to their level, hugging each of them tightly.

“I’m going on a trip for work,” I explained, brushing a strand of hair from one girl’s face. “But I’ll come back, I promise. And I’ll bring stories to share.”

Before leaving, I purchased food supplies and handed over R900,000 in donations. The director’s gratitude was palpable, her hands trembling as she accepted the check. “Thank you, Mya. This will change so many lives.”

The children and I spent the next hour taking pictures and videos, their joy radiating through every frame. As I prepared to leave, one of the younger boys tugged at my hand. “Will you really come back?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful.

I knelt down, looking him straight in the eye. “I promise,” I said, my tone firm but soft. “I’ll always come back.”

Walking away, I felt the weight of the day settle on my shoulders but it wasn’t burdensome. It was a reminder of the lives I’d touched and the responsibility I carried. And as I got into my car, my mind drifted back to Jordan. Tonight, I’d make sure he felt as cherished as I did in this moment.

Later on I drove back to the apartment and I start preparing for the dinner.

The night felt like a soft embrace, the kind of calm that only deepened the anticipation building within me. I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the corset of my dress. The intricate black lace hugged my figure perfectly, the shimmering beads catching the light every time I moved. The asymmetrical hemline revealed just enough of my toned legs, balanced by the elegance of the delicate drape trailing down one side. My heels clicked softly against the floor as I turned to examine the full look.

My hair fell in voluminous waves, cascading over my shoulders like a dark waterfall, and I’d opted for a bold red lip a shade that always made me feel invincible. Tonight wasn’t just about appearances; it was about creating a memory, one that would linger in Jordan’s mind while I was gone.

I glanced at the dining area I’d transformed into a haven for just the two of us. The table was set with crisp white linens, glimmering silverware, and a centerpiece of ivory roses surrounded by flickering candles. The air smelled faintly of the lavender-scented oil I’d used earlier, mingling with the aroma of the chef’s cooking from the kitchen.

A soft knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart quickened as I made my way across the room, my heels sinking slightly into the plush rug. I opened the door, and there he stood.

Jordan.

He was a vision in tailored black, his suit fitting him so perfectly it looked as if it had been sculpted onto his body. The subtle texture of the fabric caught the light, emphasizing his broad shoulders and strong build. He was adjusting the cuff of his shirt, but the moment his gaze met mine, he froze.

His eyes darkened, slowly raking over me from head to toe. “Mya,” he murmured, his voice deep and smooth, like the first sip of an expensive whiskey. “You look... breathtaking.”

A soft heat crept up my neck. “You clean up pretty well yourself,” I teased, stepping aside to let him in.

As he entered, his eyes shifted to the dining setup. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You did all this?”

“For you,” I admitted, my voice softer now. “I wanted to make tonight special before I leave.”

He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence wrapping around me. “You didn’t have to do this, but I’m glad you did.”

We settled at the table, the flickering candlelight casting golden shadows across his chiseled features. The evening unfolded like a symphony each course was served with meticulous precision, but it wasn’t the food that captivated me. It was the way he looked at me, the way he listened as I spoke about my upcoming trip, the way his hand found mine across the table.

“Promise me something,” he said suddenly, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of my hand.

“Anything,” I whispered, my heart swelling.

“Don’t work so hard that you forget to take care of yourself. I need you coming back in one piece, Mya.”

I smiled, leaning forward. “I’ll take care of myself if you promise to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich. “I’ll try. No promises.”

After dinner, the thought of ending the evening so soon felt wrong. This wasn’t just another night; it was our night. Jordan helped me clear the plates, his movements calm yet purposeful. I tried to insist that he relax, but he gave me that look the one that melted my resolve every time.

Standing side by side at the sink, I handed him a soapy glass. “Not many billionaires do dishes,” I teased, my voice laced with playful sarcasm.

He smirked, rolling his sleeves up to reveal strong forearms that made my heart skip a beat. “Not many billionaires have someone like you to impress.”

I rolled my eyes, though my lips curved into a smile. “You’re not impressing me. You’re just doing the bare minimum.”

“Oh, really?” His voice dipped with mischief, and before I could react, he flicked water at me.

“Jordan!” I shrieked, laughing as I grabbed the sprayer from the sink and aimed it at him.

The kitchen erupted into chaos as we launched our playful attack. Water droplets glistened on his shirt, clinging to his curls, while I was no better, my dress slightly damp from the skirmish. Finally, when the counters were a mess and we were out of breath from laughing, he grabbed a dish towel and gently dried my face.

“You’re trouble,” I murmured, feeling the warmth of his hand as he cupped my cheek.

“You love it,” he countered, his voice low and laced with affection.

After changing into dry clothes, I decided to keep the night alive. I lit more candles around the living room, their warm glow casting soft shadows on the walls. Pulling out a bottle of wine I’d been saving for a special occasion, I poured us each a glass.

“To what?” I asked, raising my glass toward him.

“To you,” he said, his voice steady and sincere. “To the way you light up every room you walk into, the way you push yourself, and the way you’ve made me a better man.”

My throat tightened at his words, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “To us,” I whispered, clinking my glass against his. “To the way you see me, even when I don’t see myself.”

The wine loosened our conversations, turning them into deep dives into our pasts, dreams, and fears. Jordan told me stories from his childhood, his laugh echoing through the room as he recounted a disastrous attempt to surprise his mom with breakfast in bed.

“I burned toast so badly, the fire alarm went off,” he admitted, shaking his head.

“I can’t picture you burning toast,” I teased, laughing as I leaned into him.

“Trust me, it wasn’t my proudest moment,” he said, his arm slipping around my shoulders.

As the wine dwindled, I reached for a small box I’d hidden earlier and handed it to him.

“What’s this?” he asked, his brows lifting in curiosity.

“Just open it,” I said, my voice soft with anticipation.

Inside was a sleek leather notebook, the initials J.D. embossed in gold on the cover.

“For all your ideas,” I explained, watching his reaction. “Your thoughts, your plans, or whatever comes to mind.”

He stared at it for a moment before looking up at me, his eyes shining. “Mya, this is... perfect. Thank you.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch. “I guess we’re on the same page tonight.”

Inside was a delicate bracelet, its gold chain glimmering with tiny diamonds.

“It reminded me of you,” he said, fastening it around my wrist. “Strong, elegant, and something I’ll always treasure.”

The night wasn’t over yet. We moved to the balcony, the city lights stretching endlessly before us. Wrapped in a thick blanket, I sat between his legs, his arms circling my waist.

“This feels like a dream,” I whispered, the cool breeze brushing against my skin.

“It’s real,” he murmured, his chin resting on my shoulder. “And I’ll keep reminding you of that.”

When the night grew colder, we retreated inside, collapsing onto the couch. The candles flickered around us as we curled up together, the weight of the day melting away.

Before heading to bed, Jordan tugged me toward the piano in the corner of the room.

“You play?” I asked, surprised.

“Barely,” he admitted with a grin. “But I can manage something simple.”

He sat down, his fingers finding the keys as he began to play a soft melody. It wasn’t perfect, but it was beautiful in its imperfection. I leaned against the piano, watching him with a soft smile, my heart swelling with love.

“You surprise me every day,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he replied, looking up at me. “I plan to keep it that way.”

Finally, as the candles burned low, we found ourselves in bed. The warmth of his body against mine, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the quiet intimacy of the moment were enough to lull me into a sense of peace.

“I’m going to miss you,” I whispered, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“I’ll miss you more,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

And as sleep claimed us, I knew this night would be etched into my heart forever a reminder of the love we’d built, the memories we’d created, and the promise of more to come.

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