Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three: An Explanation – 2

“I am not ashamed of you, Alysia. I could never be. It breaks my heart you would even consider…”

“What do you expect me to think, Wyatt? You made me feel like I was nothing in front of her.” She whimpers.

I feel terrible, even if I was doing it to protect her. She shakes her head.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. Please sit down and let me explain,” I beg.

“It was nothing. She means nothing. I would never lie to you, I would never cheat on you. You mean too much to me, sweetheart. My life wouldn’t be the same without you. Sit and let us talk.”

“I mean every word. I would be lost and a mess without you.”

She sighs, hesitant, but takes a seat on the bed. I move to sit next to her. I reach for her hand and hold it tightly. I take a deep breath and begin to explain things. I told her how I met Georgina and what happened between us. I tell her how jealous she gets and thrives on the drama.

“I didn’t introduce you as my girlfriend because she would have been horrible towards you. I didn’t want that. I am sorry I hurt you, Alyssa, but I was trying to protect you,” I say, stroking the top of her hand.

“I promise that was all it was.”

“I promise. I am not interested in any other women. Only you.” I smile.

“Are you sure? Heather had a point when she said you can… any woman you want, have you can do better than me. You will get bored of me.” She whispers, looking at the ground.

I swear I would fire Heather if I could and had a professional…

…forcing her into my lap and make her look at me.

“Don’t listen to her. Get those thoughts out of your head. You are more than good enough for me. If anything, you are too good for me. I want you. Only you. Please, stop thinking lowly…”

“I can’t help it sometimes. How many more of your women are going to show up?”

“Hopefully, none. I know I have been with a lot of women, Alyssa, but that is in the past. None of them meant as much to me as you do.”

“I am sorry, I overreacted and jumped to conclusions.” She says nervously.

“I’m okay, beautiful. I understand why you did. Can you stop being mad at me now, please?”

“Thank you. I… that again, tell me, okay? I never want you to… ant you to feel like that.”

I kiss her softly. She places her hand on my cheek and kisses back. It is short and sweet. When we part, I hug her tightly to my chest.

She whispers into my chest.

I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head, “I really… an…”

“Do you want to continue with your nap?”

“No, it is okay. Do I need to come back to the office…”

I chuckle and shake my head, “No, you don’t need to come back. I’d like for a couple of hours, but you can stay here. I will…”

I would rather stay here with you, but I do have to…

We share one last kiss before she climbs off my lap. I would need to leave soon.