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The Way He Loves Me(PART4) by Candice

Hours turned to days, says to weeks, weeks to months. His concert has been going well but it's so heartbreaking to know that I won't there to share his triumph. He didn't seem to care about what had taken place between us that night. He never called, he never sent a letter. But who was I anyway? I was just his ex-assistant.

By the time of the last leg of his tour, it was already my birthday. I didn't really want to celebrate my birthday so I simply ate dinner with friends. That night, I was surprised to see his driver follow me around town. It was his jet black Mercedes Benz following me and my friends. I didn't notice until the car stopped by the house to give me what seemed like a gift. It was another envelope and in it contained a letter. It read:

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what i was thinking. I should've never asked you to come back that night. I should have never kissed you that night.It was so foolish of me and on this special day of yours, I wish that you would be able to forgive me.Happy birthday and I miss you."

"Wow" I thought to myself. After months of leaving me clueless, he finally decides to explain. It was quite heartwarming but still a bit heartbreaking to know that he actually didn't want to rekindle what happened. And then now on this special day, he asks me to forgive him and tells me he misses me? What a day.

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I received another note the next day. It read:

"Come back."

Here he was again asking me to come back. If I did come back what would happen? Would matters only get worse or would it get fixed and would everything return to how it was before? I was itching to go to his house. i had moments wherein I forced myself to go and moments wherein I stopped myself from going. Either way, I ended up visiting him on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

I knocked on the door and there came his butler greeting me with so much enthusiasm. Did he know I was coming this afternoon? Why did everything feel so planned? I waited patiently at the library and scanned the many different and beautiful artworks he had. As I was about to move on to another painting, the sight of him surprised me. It cause my heart to skip a beat. At this moment, I came to realize how much I missed him. As if by instinct, I ran towards him and embraced him tight. He kissed me on the forehead and held me for a while. There we were standing in the middle of a big room, embracing each other, holding each other as if there was no tomorrow.

"I knew you'd come back. I've been waiting for you." He said as he held my hand. I smiled at him and told him I was happy to see him again. The sight of the house felt normal and appropriate. Being with him felt right and it felt good. I was happy. Truly happy.

We were talking by the fireplace as a voice interrupted our conversation. "Michael, I need a run down with you. It's your schedule for tomorrow." She wore the exact thing I was required to wear. I white crisp blouse with a waist high pencil skirt. "He has completely replaced me." I said to myself. I was already getting a bit teary eyed, but no, I had to fight my tears back. "Do you mind? This is just gonna be short." He asked as I forcefully let out an assuring smile. "Of course not, go ahead."

A few minutes passed and he came back with the same smile on his face. As he looked at me, the smile turned into a frown. "Is anything wrong?" he asked. I shook my head and I looked down trying to tell myself not show him how hurtful it was for me to be replaced. I loved my job and I wanted to get i back but now it was 100% no longer possible. He stroke my cheek and told me "Hey. Don't feel bad. I want you back, Candice. You know that, you feel that. I want you back and I want it for good." He said as he held my face in his hands. "What? How? What else is my purpose here, Michael? I no longer have a job in this house. You've already taken someone else to replace me." Now, I was crying and as the tears flowed down my cheeks he embraced me. "You don't understand. I told you i want you back. I want you back not as my assistant. I want you back not as my employee. I want you back as my girl." He pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes. I was completely speechless. As i was about to start my sentence with a sob and a stutter, he kissed me.

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