The Ceo's Ex-Wife

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After the museum, we decided to stop by the supermarket before returning home, his home rather, not my home, I dont know why I called it home, new york is no longer my home, I was so caught up on our "work date" that I hadnt noticed the time, and how long we had spent at the museum untill we had stepped out and it was already dark out

"What do you usually like to eat" I asked to Lucas who was pushing the cart, while I was picking out some fruits

"I pretty sure the correct answer is food" he says warily, unsure how to reply, I smiled to myself at his comment, usually his sarcastic antics really get on my nerves, but its staring to grow on me, is this a werid case of Stockholm syndrome?

"I meant what are your favorite meals you like to eat, like steak or chicken, so that I can get the ingreditents" I reply back

"If you make it I'll eat it"

"So if I make sweet potato pasta you'll eat it?" I say the most unappeleasing dish I could think of from the top of my head, his nose crinkled, his lips that would always me smirking or had a playful grin were now curled upwards, he looked as though he was a child who was told to eat broccoli, I bit my lip to prevent a laugh that wanted to escape

"Okay maybe not that" he finally said, leaning foward towards me, his hot breath hitting my neck sending tingles down my spine, caused me to frezee in place "are you an option?" He whispered

I decided to play along with his little game "wait till dessert to find out" flashing him a seductive smile

"Keep flirting like that and, I dont think Ill make it past the appetizer's" he winked, my cheeks heating up, what is wrong with me, flirting with my boss

This man might be the death of me

Lucas 's POV

I was so relieved she liked the museum date, she looked so happy walkin around taking in all the artworks, the way her eyes lit up, she looked completely entranced, her eyes never drifting away like other times, while my eyes couldnt stop looking at her, like a stalker, I couldnt control myself everyhing about her had me entranced, she was art in human form, her smile never left her face, it was the first time Ive seen her smiling for so long, I never wanted her to stop smiling

I always regreted not going after her, the day she left, I always wondered what if I had tracked her down, what if I didnt stop till I found her, I thought I gave up to easy.

Now I see I wasnt meant to fix her or heal her broken heart, she was a strong women who didnt need me or anyone to fix her, she didnt realize it at first, and if she stayed her in New York she may have never have.

When I saw her that day , in the office the timid, ideal NewYork housewife, I had once knew was long gone, she was now a spitfire who spoke her mind, and didnt give a damn about what anyone said or thought, she was more vocal always making a rebuttal to my comments, I sound like a hormonal teenager, I just couldn get enough of her

I was happy, we were making some progress, only she thinks its a work relationship odeal I was trying to build, if only she could see I want more, I just need to have paitence and give her time to trust me, I have waited all these years, a few more months wont kill me, she isnt ready to open her heart yet I suppose I get it , Noah did a number on her, but I won't quit, I did all those years ago, and when she left for Paris, I wont quit again