Finding Mr. Right (21 page)

Dear Diary,

The whole Bradley Cooper husband debacle has been cleared up. Thank God. Though Blake doesn’t seem to have gotten out of his bad mood. Not that I care anymore, though. He’s an idiot. I’m going to focus my energies on Oliver, who is so clearly not an idiot. He may even be cuter than Blake, if that’s possible. And guess what – he’s a writer as well. It may be that he’s my soul mate. Ha! It would serve Blake right if I dumped him before he decided what he wanted to do about our relationship.

I got back to my hotel room late. I was worried that Blake was going to be super worried and ask me where I’d been, but he was nowhere to be seen. He certainly wasn’t waiting for me in my room, and he didn’t come banging at my door to see where’d I’d been. In fact, he hadn’t even left a message for me with the front desk or a note on my door. My good mood was gone as soon as I realized that Blake hadn’t even missed me. Ha, I wondered what he’d think if he knew a sex god had kissed me? I debated going to his room to tell him, to see his reaction, but I wasn’t so sure the jealousy route would work well with him. He’d likely just dump me, and that wasn’t what I wanted. And it had only been a kiss on the cheek, so it wasn’t like Ollie was a true backup.

I lay on my bed sulking and decided to send an email to Gayle, to see how she and Ben were doing. I was hoping to get back some sort of bad response. Not so bad that they had broken up – but maybe they were fighting like me and Blake. Maybe Ben Bonkers had slipped up and asked someone else out. I frowned as I typed away, ashamed of myself for hoping that my best friend was also going through a bad patch in her relationship. I reread my email to make sure it didn’t sound like I was hoping to hear about some sort of catastrophe on her side:

Hey Gayle,

What’s up? I’m here in sunny London. Hahaha. What they say is true. It’s pretty gray and rainy here, but I love it. I am having soo much fun. What about you? How is LA? Miserable without me? HAHA. How is Ben Bonkers? I hope he is staying true to you! Blake and I are good. We did it! Shh! I know. It was great. I think he put the love in lover. I hope Ben is as good in bed as Blake. Not that I care, lol. Though Blake and I are kind of on a break right now. Long story – I’ll tell you later, but let’s just say Bradley Cooper is to blame. Sign up for any new marathons as yet? I think I’m going to join Weight Watchers, as I want to lose weight. I’m going to look online to see if any of the other suckers have posted the plans on a blog so I don’t have to pay the monthly fee
!


So I met a cute guy today – he is English, his name is Oliver and he looks like a sex GOD. Can you remember the name of the book that we read that talked about sex gods again? I may want to reread it. Talking of books – mine is coming along slowly. I think I’m going to start a new book and forget the kids’ and YA stuff. Maybe I’ll write a dating book ‘How to Marry a Millionaire.’ Do you suppose people will have expected me to have married a millionaire first, though? If so, how hard do you think it will be for me to marry one before the book comes out? Help me find one, yeah? As I think Blake and I may be done.

Anyways, email me back before I eat a whole cake.

Maggie

I bit my lip as I read the last part. It did seem to me that Blake was done with me. It just seemed so unfair. How could he want to dump me already? I went to log onto Facebook when I heard a knock at my door.

“Maggie?” Blake’s voice called through the door. “Are you still up?”

I grinned and ran to the door and opened it slowly and looked at him with a feigned tired expression. “Yes, can I help you?” I yawned.

“I just wanted to say hi before I went back to my room.” He smiled at me, and I noticed he was still in his suit.

“Are you just getting back from work?” I said incredulously.

“Yes.” He yawned. “It’s been a long day.”

“Oh.” I paused. My heart wanted me to ask him if we were still boyfriend and girlfriend but my brain told me that would be a bad idea. He’d had a long day and didn’t need to deal with the juvenile me right now

“How has your day been?”

“Fine,” I smiled. “I wrote quite a bit.” It wasn’t technically a lie. I had written, just maybe not that much.

“Great.” He looked at me and raised his hand to tuck a flyaway hair behind my ear. “I should get to bed.”

“Oh, okay.” I stared at him with my heart fluttering.

“What are you doing?”

“I was just writing, actually.”
And about to go on FB and stalk you
, I thought in my head.

“Wow,” he smiled. “I guess I should leave you to it.”

“You can come in and watch TV if you want.” My voice was soft, fearing rejection.

“I might fall asleep.”

“That’s okay.” I suddenly felt shy. “If you can sleep with the TV on.”

“That I can.” He grinned. “Let me go change and have a shower, and I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”

“Okay.” I laughed happily.

Ten minutes to shower and change? He was definitely all man. But was he still my man? I debated changing into one of the sexy negligees I had bought before the trip. I didn’t want to come off as desperate, plus, what if he fell asleep? I’d never feel sexy again. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my hair and then reapplied some light makeup to my face. Nothing too sirenish though, I didn’t want to look washed out.

“Maggie?” Blake pushed open the door just as I had finished changing. I had on a tank top and a pair of boy shorts. I figured I could try and look as sexy as possible without him thinking I was trying to seduce him.

“Hey, Blake. Make yourself comfortable,” I called out to him as I finished up in the bathroom. I walked out and found him lying on top of the bed in plain white T-shirt and a pair of navy blue boxer shorts. He looked sexy, and if I had a lot more confidence or alcohol in my body, I might have just jumped on him. As it was, I sauntered over to the bed as sexily as possible and stopped by the side of the bed. “What are you watching?”

I sighed, a bit annoyed; he hadn’t watched me as I walked over to the bed. Instead he was flicking through the channels.

“Just looking for a good movie or some sports.” He finally grinned up at me, and his eyes crinkled. “Why are you wearing your top inside out?”

“Huh?” I looked down and saw the label sticking out. “Oops.” I turned around, pulled my top off, and pulled it back on the right way. Then I jumped on the bed and lay down next to him.

“Is soccer okay?” Blake stopped the channel on a match, and I smiled and nodded.

“That’s fine.” I picked up my iPad and waited for him to make a move on me, wondering if I should tell him about my day. I wasn’t sure how he would react, so I decided to keep it to myself. “So, have you thought anymore about us?” I couldn’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

He looked over at me and sighed. “I’m sorry, Maggie. I had a busy day.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip, but the words came out anyway. “So are we together?”

“I don’t know. Can you give me some more time to think about it?”

“Sure.” I turned my back on him and opened the Angry Birds app on the screen. Within minutes, I heard Blake snoring, and I turned back around and saw that he was sleeping. I stared down at him with affection. He looked adorable. He would always be my gentle and adorable Blake, whether or not he felt the same way about me. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to ‘Love Actually’ and sat back and enjoyed a good laugh and cry as I watched one of my favorite movies.

***

I had barely turned off the TV and cuddled into the blankets before I felt Blake’s hands around my waist. I turned around to see if he was up and wanted to have some fun, but I soon realized that he was still asleep. Well, mostly asleep.

“Night-night, Maggie Moo-moo,” he mumbled at me, and I leaned over and kissed him. He pulled me towards him and I snuggled into him, warm and happy that Blake wasn’t completely furious at me. I fell asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat and had dreams of Blake and Oliver chasing me around a park. I awoke the next morning in a sweat and was pleased to find that I was still in his arms.

“Morning, Moo-moo,” he grinned and kissed me on the forehead before removing his arm from under me. “My arm’s killing me. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for ages.”

“You could have moved me.” I frowned at him and pulled away, hoping he wouldn’t try and kiss me. My breath didn’t taste too righteous and didn’t want to get my morning breath all over him. I had a feeling that wouldn’t help the cause of us staying together.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” He laughed. “You’re not exactly a teddy bear.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, you’re not a baby eh, you’re a grown woman with the weight of one.”

“Oh, my God, are you calling me fat, Blake?” I growled at him and sat up. “I can’t believe you would call me fat.”

“Maggie,” he sighed. “I’m not calling you fat. I’m just saying that you are not as light as a teddy bear or a feather. If I would have moved your body, I would have woken you up.”

“Sorry for not being stick-thin.”

Blake rolled his eyes and got out of the bed. “And here I thought I was being nice.”

“Yeah. ‘Wake up, fatty, you’re crushing my arm’ is a nice way to greet someone,” I shouted grumpily.

“Well, good morning to you, too, Maggie.” Blake stared at me and sighed. “I really don’t know what your problem is, Mags.”

“Maybe I’ll go to the gym and start a celery diet so you can have the princess you want.” I glared at him.

“What?” He looked at me like I was crazy, and for some reason, that set me off even more.

“Maybe, once I lose 100 pounds and look like a paperclip, you’ll decide you want to be my boyfriend and will ask me to model my sexy lingerie.” I jumped out of bed and ran to my suitcase and pulled out the sexy nightgowns I had bought. “Maybe you’ll want to be my man when I look like a string-bean in one of these?”

Blake started laughing, and I glared at him with all the venom I could muster. “What’s so funny?”

“The fact that you think I’d want to date a string bean.” He stopped laughing as he saw that I was furious. “What’s the problem now, Maggie? Did you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?”

“Why do you think I’m upset? I’m in some no-man’s land where I don’t know if my boyfriend still wants to be my boyfriend anymore.”

“It’s just a label, Maggie,” he sighed. “When did you become the crazy girlfriend?”

“I’m not crazy.”

“I don’t have time for this, Maggie. I don’t want to deal with this right now.”

“Well, I want an answer.” I pointed him in the chest. “Why is it always the girl waiting on the guy?”

“You want me to tell you right now if I want you to be my girlfriend?” Blake frowned. “Are you really sure you want me to make a decision now?”

“Yes.” I folded my arms across my chest and tried to ignore the rumbling in my stomach as I stared at his angry handsome face. “I want an answer now.”

“Then no, Maggie. I don’t want to be your boyfriend. I don’t think a relationship between us is right at this time.” He bit his lip. “And now I have to go get ready for work.”

I stared at him in shock. Even though I had pretended that I thought Blake was going to dump me, I really hadn’t thought that he would. Blake was my one. At least he was meant to be. We were meant to be together. I thought we were soul mates or whatever that person was for people like me. I thought he would tell me that nothing could ever break us apart, but here we were, not a few weeks after we had started dating, and we were over already. I turned my face away from him and made the bed.

“Maggie, are you okay?” He walked up to me and touched my shoulder. His words were soft and full of concern. As always, he was the perfect, caring man. And it made me hate him even more.

“I’m fine!” I shouted and jumped away from him. “I’ve got a Chanel bag and I’m going to go out.”

“What?” I heard confusion in his voice.

“Nothing.” I turned around and faced him as soon as I made sure no tears were going to fall from my eyes. “I’ve got a new Chanel bag and I’m going to work on my book today.”
And hopefully Oliver will call
, I thought to myself.

“I’m glad you’re going to work on your book.” He smiled at me kindly. “You know I don’t want to hurt you, Maggie.”

“Yeah.”
Whatever!

“I won’t be as busy when we get to France.”

“We’re still going to France?” I frowned. “When?” I didn’t want to go to France now that I had met someone else in England.

“In about a week,” he grinned at me. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, Maggie.” He drew me towards me and rubbed my hair. “You’re incorrigible. Let’s talk later, okay?”

“Yeah. Sure,” I mumbled. I stood there obstinately not smiling and he looked at my face with a small smile before leaning in to kiss me. He paused and scratched his head before pulling back.

“Maggie, have a good day. We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Yeah. Bye.” I turned around and walked to the bathroom and slammed the door as Blake went back to his own room. I had no idea how he managed to make me feel this way. I was upset and hurt, but I was also starting to think that I was partially to blame for what had happened. Hadn’t I pushed him when he was upset and mad? Didn’t Cosmo always say that you should never push for a talk about your relationship when the guy was in a bad mood? I was pretty sure I had violated all the rules of relationships. And the mere fact that I had been soo concerned about being boyfriend and girlfriend. Hello, High School called and they wanted me back. I sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror. I was fated to always being pleasantly plump, completely overdramatic, and most probably single. I’d die with Lucy by my side (hopefully she lived that long), some frozen pizza in my freezer, a cupboard full of chocolate and cake mixes, and five started but unfinished books. To top it off, I’d be living in Gayle’s basement, and would have to listen to her and Ben making love all day and night. Oh, what an awful life I had in store for me.