His Wife's Secret

Chapter 4

chapter 4

Raegan Mayfield

POV

“So, plane girl tell me a little about yourself? What are you doing in LA? What do you do for a living?" he asks me

I nod, that’s reasonable, I am in his bedroom, I freaked him out on the plane, he might think I’m some crazy stalker. "My name is Raegan, but everyone calls me Ray. My last name is Mayfield. I freelance as a writer." I look up at the ceiling. “Let us see what else. Oh, I’m twenty-three, I have four cats, named Paws, Twinkle, Star and Stitch. I live in LA, my best friend was visiting her family in Chicago so I followed her out there. I’m terrified of plane rides, I hate mangos and strawberries. I am allergic to polyester and peanuts.” I tell him

He looks at me and smiles. “You are something else really. I should probably introduce myself as well. My name is Kirsten, I’m twenty-five years old, I am a twin and the youngest boy in my family, I have four older brothers and one younger sister. She is, my twin. I am in town for her wedding reception. I do not have any allergies. I live in New York and I am a cop. I guess that’s about it.” he tells me

"You’ve got a lot of siblings. I am an only child. My mother and father decided they did not want more children after me. what is it like having so many siblings?" I ask him. I was genuinely interested.

I didn’t have any friend until high school so I have no idea what it’s like growing up around other children.

"My mother’s furniture didn’t enjoy it as much as my brothers and I did. We were troublemakers and my sister was treated like the princess she is. I guess. We all played dolls with her; we played dress up basically anything Gabby wanted she got. While my brothers and I broke almost anything in the house Gabby tried fixing everything. I guess you can say we balanced each other out. David is the eldest, then there’s Jacob, Trenton, Nathan, me and then last but not least Gabriella.” He has this cute smile on his face when he speaks about his family.

“And your parents?” I ask

"My sister moved my parents closer to her since she’s pregnant. and she needed help while her husband is away with work. wow I have never shared this much about my family to anyone. I don’t know how to describe this but you’re really easy to talk to…" he says looking straight ahead.

I nod.

“I guess I understand. Since you shared so much, I’ll share a little about myself as well. Something no one knows. I grew up with tutors since the age of two. My mother owns a fashion house and my father is a senator and they’re never home, maids and tutors raised me. all I had were books. It is not that I do not like people it is just that I don’t know how to act in front of people. I only went to high school because my father decided it was time I got out of my books and got out between other people my age.” I tell him

“That’s just sad…” Kirsten says, but it didn’t sound like pity or like he was judging me either.

"I get it. Not how that felt but, imagine living in a four-bedroom house with six kids and two adults. One room for my parents, one for Gabby and then David and Jacob shared a room, and the other room were for Trenton, Nathan and me. I never had a moment to myself growing up. I couldn’t even breathe without my siblings knowing about it." he sighs.

He gets up from the bed and moves over to a bag. He takes something out of it and then picks up two glasses from the dressing table.

When he turns I see it’s a bottle of some amber liquid.

“What’s that?” I ask him

“Whiskey. I need a drink. Do you want some?” he asks

I nod.

He sits down and pours the whiskey. My father’s preferred drink of choice. He loved having more than one bottle in his liquor cabinet.

“I don’t mind talking to you know. That’s hard for me to open up to people. Yet here I am spilling my guts to a complete stranger.” He says drinking his drink in one gulp.

He hands me my drink. “So, you are a writer? What do you write about Ms. Mayfield?” he asks

"Romance. I am a romance author…" I say taking a sip of my drink. I frown. I never did like whiskey.

"Romance, you say. So do you write a lot of s*x scenes?” he asks smiling widely.

I blush and roll my eyes. “I write a few yes." I tell him shyly.

I never tell people about my books, I have a pen name for a reason I don’t want my family reading the books I write.

"I think I should read one of your books Ms. Mayfield" he says with a huge smile on his face. “I could get into your mind see what you like it could come in handy one day.” He tells me.

I laugh shaking my head. “You’ll never find my books.” I tell him

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Five days later

"Ray?" Nicole calls out to me I snap out of my daze thinking back on Kirsten the guy a met a few days ago. I cannot get him out of my mind. we spoke until around seven the next day. It is crazy how much we have in common. He took my number and we’ve texted back and forth a couple of times. It’s most him sending me pictures of books he thinks I’ve written. Some of them didn’t even make sense but I’ve had a good laugh that’s for sure.

"Thinking about him again?" Nicole asks

I nod... After that night, I told Nicole about our meeting, she is a hopeless romantic and she believes us meeting could be the plot to my next book. she’s saying it’s something out of a romance book but come on this is real life. there is no way I’ll meet Kirsten again.

"So you never told me did the two of you bang or just speak the entire night?" she asks

"I’ve told you everything. We just spoke and drank his whiskey. We shared things about ourselves we have not shared with anyone else. And that’s about it..." I tell her

My phone pings. I look at the screen and burst out laughing. Kirsten found one of my books. I send him a text back telling him his got the right book. I do not know why I did that, but I did. I could have just told him he got the wrong book but I didn’t want to lie to him.

“What happened? What happened?” Nicole asks rushing to my side and reading the text she sighs.

"That’s so romantic" she says

I frown and look at her "How is that romantic?" I ask her

"The guy went to almost every bookstore in LA looking for your novels so he could read it. if that isn’t romantic, I don’t know what is." she sighs again with hearts in her eyes.

I frown. I do not see it that way. he was just interested in my books, I don’t think that’s why he searched for my books. I think he was just interested.

"You’re a romance author Ray. Okay let me ask you this. If you wrote a novel, the two main characters meet on a plane, the male lead calms the female lead, helping her by covering her with his coat and letting her hold his hand, then they meet again in his bedroom, they spend an entire night together getting to know each other and the male lead looks for the female lead’s book at almost every book store in the city. What would happen next?" she asks me

I think about it for a second. I would have the male lead read her book and then, he would do something to impress her something big something to make her fall in love with him. but this was not a book plot. This is real life. This isn’t some fairytale, this is my life and I’m never that lucky so Nicole should stop trying to get these weird thoughts into my head.

Kirsten would never like a girl like me. I am so far out of his league he would not have noticed me if I didn’t make a complete fool of myself in front of him twice.

“Give it a rest Nicole that would never happen, plus he doesn’t stay in LA, he stays in New York.” I tell her

She frowns. “That’s weird why would he be on a flight from Chicago to LA if he stays in New York?” she asks

I shrug. “Maybe he went to Chicago on vacation. He did say he’s here for his sister’s wedding.” I tell her

She nods, but he frown doesn’t disappear. That is the journalist in her.

“What did you say he did again?” she asks

“He said he was a police officer.” I tell her

She nods but says nothing further.