Accidently Married The CEO

Take your time

Chapter 5

Moira

Gabriel is not only gorgeous, but he is smart and funny and everything any girl could ever want. There has to be something wrong with him. Why else would his fiancé have left him for someone else? I can’t imagine someone being a better choice than the man sitting in front of me, but then again, maybe I am not the right one to judge as I only know him for about an hour now. Still, the idea that someone left this sweet man for someone else? It boggles my mind. The guy she left him for is probably very well hung.

“How is that sugar coma going down?” Gabriel asks and I realize I have been staring again. I can’t even blame myself for staring because the more my head clears, the more breath taking this man becomes. His smile is warm and welcome, his eyes have little lines on the sides, showing me that he has laughed a lot. His hands have no callouses, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t hard working. I mean the guy has his own successful company, if what he says is true. I mean, he could just make this all up, but does he really need to? I mean he had me with his smile alone. I practically offered myself up to him and he could’ve just said yes, and wham bam thank you ma’am… But instead of just taking me to bed and making this something cheap, he is trying to make it something I will remember, even going as far as letting me still feel like I am honoring my parents by getting married, even if it is fake and if it isn’t like he said, we could always just get a quick divorce. “Moira?” He asks and I really need to snap out of it. Instead of looking slightly smug, he is starting to look at me with worried eyes.

“Yes, sorry for the staring, I am just lost in thought.” I tell him. “The coffee is doing wonders. I might just be sober enough to walk down the aisle in an hour or so.” I tell him, giving him a shy smile. A part of me is trying to talk me out of doing this. I mean, what am I thinking, I don’t even know this guy. That might be the sane part of me, but the part that is louder, the one that has been stuck in a cage for far too long, that part is shouting at me to screw the consequences, and to live a little. This might be a bit extreme, but when you have been living on the sidelines for so long, watching everyone else do the things you have been longing to do, you tend to go for the extreme the second you get a taste of freedom.

“You can take your time, we are not in a hurry.” He says, and again I wonder what is wrong with him because no one can be this perfect.

“Was it always your dream to work in the news industry?” I ask him, hoping to get to know a bit more about him before walking down the aisle.

“Yes and no. I have always been a seeker of the truth. I don’t like dealing with all the drama that comes along with the truth, but I would rather have that than live with lies. What is quite frightening is how the government, and military are the ones that seem to hide the most and those are the ones that should keep us informed, keep us safe. You can’t keep someone safe without giving them all the information. My work is dangerous if I let out the wrong information, but at the same time, I feel it should be out there. Not just the day-to-day gossip about celebrities, but the things that matter, the things that can change our lives.” He really is passionate about what he does and I love seeing his eyes light up this the simple fact that I asked if it is what he had always wanted to do.

“You found your calling then.” I tell him and he suddenly reaches over the table, taking my hands in his.

“What did you always want to be?” He asks, and my first instinct is to lie, to tell him something around the lines that I wanted to become a business woman or something that would fit into the expectations of modern society and the feminist movement, but then I realize that I would be just like everything he hates, so instead, I tell him the truth, and hope that he won’t laugh at me.

“I always wanted to be a mother. I just never wanted the life where I work every day and then come home tired and ready for a fight because both my husband and I are exhausted after a long day of work. I have always wanted to be the kind of woman her man can come home to and feel like he can rest. Sure, I would expect him to help out as raising kids and taking care of the house is just as hard as having a full-time job, but I wouldn’t have to do all that and still go work at an office where I really don’t want to be all day. Does that make sense?” I ask him and for a moment he is quiet, and I wonder if he is going to think it is as silly as Timothy had thought it was. He never understood why I would just want to sit at home. His concern was whose money I would use to buy the things I want and like. Did I expect him to just pay for my every want and need. The answer is yes. Not because I am just at home the whole day, but because I will be the one that keeps the house running, that will serve to his every need and the favor should be returned. It is still equal effort that gets put in at the end of the day.

“If that is what you truly want, then you shouldn’t settle for anything less. I know that this modern world can be hard and that it isn’t always the option for everyone, not when everything around us is just getting more and more expensive by the day, but if that is truly what you want for yourself, then you should chase it. Not every woman was made to be a mother, just like not every woman was made to be a businesswoman. We all have our own things that make us unique, so you shouldn’t be ashamed or feel guilty for wanting that. You do need to remember where your limits are, because sometimes the lines blur when it comes to a partnership like that, but with the right man, you could have a really happy life.” He makes a show of pointing at himself when he says the last part and I laugh, feeling relieved that he truly doesn’t think it is selfish of me to want to be a stay-at-home mom. For a moment I can picture a life with him, one where I don’t have to worry about going into the office or sitting at a desk the entire day, pushing to reach deadlines and keep men in power happy. It could be a really good life, but there is no point in thinking like that. I will be on a plane to California, where I can spend a week on the beach with my new crazy friend and hopefully catch a tan and forget about everything that is waiting at home for me. This was always supposed to be just one quick stop where we could have a wild night before just enjoying the sunny beaches and live life. I wish I could stay longer, but for now, I am going to make the best of the time that I have with this man.

“Thank you for not laughing at my dreams.” I tell him, finding comfort in his touch. It is such a simple thing, him holding my hands, but it feels like it is grounding me. Nothing with Timothy ever came close to what this man makes me feel and for the first time since I found out what Timothy had done, I am happy for it. IF he hadn’t slept with Britney or she hadn’t called me, then I wouldn’t have met Gabriel tonight. I would’ve been with that sleaze bag, probably having boring drunken s*x for my first time. This moment is already far better than I could’ve ever imagined, and I silently thank Timothy for being a piece of s**t, because now, I get a night with the man of my dreams, and I wouldn’t go back in time and change anything if I knew that I would be right here.

“No one’s dreams should ever be laughed at. You should never have to feel like you need to be something you were never meant to be due to someone else’s expectations.” I wish I could truly believe that, but I know once I get home, I will feel two inches small again and he won’t be there to remind me that my dreams are worth chasing.

“I will keep that in mind.” I tell him.