I stared at Mr. Henderson, our next door neighbor, holding a bouquet of red roses as he stood shyly onto our doorstep. I knew he was a good friend of my grandmother's but I was confused with the roses.
"Hi Mr. Henderson, what brings you here?" I tried to smile at him but I think my face just showed him a confused one.
He took off his Fedora and brought it to his chest, "Olivia, it's great to see you again." He smiled warmly at me. "I was invited by your grandmother for dinner. I hope you don't mind me joining everyone tonight."
"Nonsense, please come in. I'm sorry, I had no idea that you were coming tonight." I felt guilty as I hadn't invited him as soon as I opened the door. I had expected that I would spend dinner tonight with my family but the more the merrier right?
"No worries. I guess Olga hasn't told you yet."
What? Tell me exactly what?
"Tell me what?" I repeated what I had just thought aloud. We were now headed for the living room when Gran decided to see who was at the door.
"Ed! You came." Gran giggled like a high school girl that saw his crush from across the hall.
"Roses for the lovely lady," Mr. Henderson offered the roses to my grandmother while she blushed from the sweet gesture.
"Oh you shouldn't have. They're really pretty. Thank you, Ed." She pulled the bouquet closer to her nose so she could smell them.
"Gran?" My grandmother was oblivious to what I just witnessed. She looked at me and realized that she hadn't told me anything. "Well? Care to explain?" I urged her to answer me as I folded my arms together. I wasn't mad or anything, I just found this whole thing amusing. Imagine that, my grandmother having a relationship with our next door neighbor.
Gran looked flustered as she felt cornered from the confrontation. "I was going to tell you when I called on your birthday but I didn't want to make it about me, dear." She looked away, embarrassed. It was like catching your own daughter dating someone at a pubescent phase.
I stifled a laugh. "Still! I would have been ecstatic! Well, I am but I wasn't expecting this. But as long as you're happy then I'm happy." I gave her a sincere smile.
Mr. Henderson looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Thank you Olivia. I promise to take good care of her."
"You better." I threatened him lightly. I knew Mr. Henderson was a nice man. I was glad Gran had found someone that could be with her when I wasn't around.
Hugh emerged from the kitchen all of a sudden, holding the huge turkey with both of his hands and placed it onto the center of the table. Everyone started to settle down when I heard the doorbell rang. Who could it be this time?
"Are we expecting anyone else?" I asked everybody. They just looked at me and shrugged. Huh, it was probably just someone from next door, needing more stuffing for their Thanksgiving dinner.
I opened the door and my eyes went wide at the person who was standing in front of me.
"Pierce?" I was stunned in place. Was this some sort of dream?
"Hey." He gave me a small smile but quickly averted his attention to his shoes. I just watched him squirm, not sure what to say back. We were silent for a few moments. My brain was still processing if I should invite him in. He wasn't supposed to be here.
It was quite bizarre that he knew where I lived. Now that I thought about it, I couldn't kick him out even if I badly wanted him away from me right now. Pierce at least drove two hours to get here and he didn't have anyone to spend Thanksgiving with. Of all people, why me? I internally groaned how fate had decided to play a trick on me. A part of me kind of admitted that I liked that he was here but after that awkward exchange of saliva yesterday, I just couldn't handle it.
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The Other CEO | ✓Romance
||PUBLISHED UNDER POP FICTION BOOKS|| ♥The Wattys 2014 People's Choice Award♥ Olivia Bailey was happily working as the personal assistant of Wilson Alexander, the owner, and CEO of Alexander Corporation, when he suddenly died of heart failure. Grie...