41 | breach
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Looking at Monique fast asleep on my chest, I'm reminded of how far we've come in our relationship. We went from strictly having sex to what we have now.
Pure love.
From the many nights we've slept in the same bed together, I've learned to love so much about her. From the little snores she thinks I don't hear to the way she sleeps so bad that most mornings she wakes up, her bonnet is no longer on her head.
I've learned that she can't go to sleep without socks on or without a bit of background sounds to lull her to sleep.
I've learned that she doesn't go to sleep without praying or kissing me. And during the night, she latches onto me just like she is now.
I love her quirks, her odds and ends, her ability to make me smile, her body that I've memorized, her mind that intrigues me.
I love her ability to ramble and her ability to be bold. I love that she can be vulnerable with me and I'm proud of myself for ensuring an environment where she can do so without judgment.
I love her.
And I just hope I'm doing enough to not only say it but show her every moment I can.
As the car arrives at the hangar, my jet waiting for us, I dread waking her up. I'd stayed with her the night before and helped her pack but she had more things than I thought she would.
Of course, I offered to purchase her new clothes when we get there so we just ended her frantic packing and spent the rest of the night doing other things.
I didn't know she'd be knocked out like this.
"Princesa," I whisper, brushing her braid away from her temple so I can kiss her, "We have to get on the plane."
"Hmm." She grumbles and cuddles even further into my hold.
Leo, my driver, sends me a look in the rear view mirror and I'm left to sigh. "¿Podrías agarrar las bolsas, por favor?" Could you grab the bags, please?
He nods and exits the car, leaving me to adjust Monique so that she's now laying over my lap. I exhale and open the door before scooping her up into my arms and making my way to the steps waiting for us.
I put her down on one of the seats and go to collect the rest of the bags when she latches onto my arm and pulls me down with another grumble.
I chuckle and lean forward to kiss her forehead, "I have to get the bags, Mo."
"Mhmm," She whispers, her eyes still closed, "Gimme a kiss first."
"I just gave you a kiss."
"Gimme another one."
I hold back my chuckle as I kiss her without falling completely on top of her. Her lips always taste so sweet.
She pulls away, eyes still closed and snuggles into another hoodie of mine that she stole. She licks her lips, "Okay, bye."
This time, I can't help the laugh that escapes me. She's so cute.
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Most of the flight consisted of Monique sleeping with her head in my lap, my hand massaging her scalp lightly so she doesn't kill me for messing with her braids too much.
Apparently when she got it done yesterday, she had to take an Advil when she got back in her apartment. That didn't last for long.
Now, with just an hour and a half left until we start the rest of our lives together, she's leaning on the side of the plane, staring out at the ocean as we fly over it.
My gaze had been stuck in my phone for the last couple of minutes as I try to sort things out remotely at the restaurant.
Monique seems to notice this because she turns to me, "You okay?"
I nod, but I guess I wasn't convincing enough because her smile falls and she tilts her head with that familiar 'no bullshit' look on her face.
"Teo..." She starts, "You might be okay, but judging by the look on your face, you're also annoyed. What happened, baby?"
I sigh and scroll through the messages with Lorenzo, the man I'd left in charge, again, another wave of annoyance rushing through me as I read them over.
"Santiago happened." I deadpan, watching as Monique's brows shoot up in surprise.
"Santiago?" She questions, "Tried to take over your company Santiago?"
I sigh, nodding unenthusiastically, "It would seem so. Turns out he has another lawsuit waiting for me in Spain. He dropped it off at the restaurant because why the fuck wouldn't he make it known in front of patrons that the owner of the place they're eating at is being sued for —" I read it again, "A breach of contact."
Her brows furrow in confusion as she glances down at the messages despite the fact that they're typed in Spanish.
"How the hell can he do that? You don't have any contracts with him, do you?"
I gnaw on my bottom lip in thought. I know I pulled everything from the business we'd collaborated on. I got a lawyer to nullify every contract I signed.
I must've missed something. And even if I did, why did it take him almost three years for him to do something about it.
Yes, he's sued me before but never for anything that actually might hold water.
"I don't know. I have to call my lawyer." Running my hand through my hair, I curse, "Fuck, I thought he was done with this."
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