《Mr.CEO's Runaway Wife》4
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Micheal had been waiting for Maisy to come to the cafe very impatiently. He had been waiting to meet her for over a year and now was finally the time.
What he did was a mistake, something unforgivable but he was just too selfish. Micheal wanted her back, he missed her so much he resorted to drinking his feelings to try and forget.
It never worked. Soon his friend had to snap him out of it and Micheal finally started doing something to get closer to her but not enough to scare her away. He sent her flowers every day along with a note with his number and with no surprise she never called.
He was always waiting for a response from her to know she was okay. He needed something, some kind of contact.
Meeting up at the cafe he asked her out at seemed like a great place to rekindle for Micheal. He absolutely adored this place and finding out they were going to tear it down caused him to use his money and own the place himself. Of course the workers and the original owners were employed he simply just made sure no one touched what was his.
Hearing the jingle Micheal looks up. Maisy looks for him and her eyes soon find him. She still found him handsome as ever, sadly.
Hesitantly walking towards the man that caused her pain she took a seat opposite him and said "Hello Micheal."
"Hi babygirl."
With a glare she takes off her coat and puts it on the chair "Do not call me that."
"Okay love."
Still glaring unhappily she waved over a waitress, she was nervous and Michel always tended to know "One vanilla latte please."
Nodding the waiter looks at Micheal "A black coffee no sugar or cream."
With another nod the girl scurries off going to make their drinks.
"Micheal I need to tell you something." With concerned features he leans in paying close attention to the women in front of him.
"You have a son."
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A/N
Sorry slow updates just haven't been in the writing mood. This isn't even proof read so beware there are many mistakes, sorry for the short chapter next one will be extra spicy I promise, also sorry for the crappy writing I'm so tired lol.
why is this me?
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