Mr.Right novel Chapter 30

The smell of pancakes hit me in the face immediately I step into the house.

"April? Is that you?" I hear Maverick's worried voice from the kitchen as I shrug off my jacket and fling it in a corner.

"Yeah, I stepped out for a little bit."

"Did I do anything wrong? You just up and left-" He pauses, frustratedly running a hand through his morning hair while I just stand there, oblivious to what's going on. "I thought you left, I thought I pushed you too far and you were scared so you left. I've been worried sick and called you twenty-four times."

"You did?" I frown and bring out my phone from my jean pockets to see 24 missed calls, 10 text messages, and 5 voicemails. "Wow. That's a lot, and I'm not going anywhere soon. Last night was fun." Smiling, I wrap my arms around his torso and press my head to his chest.

"Tell me about it. You're intoxicating," He cups my face and looks straight down at me with all seriousness, staring into my soul. "But seriously, are you alright?"

"I told you, I'm fine. Why so worked up?"

"Nothing, it's just..." He looks absolutely baffled like it seemed ridiculous to be getting worried over this. "Never mind. I'm making breakfast... HOLY SHIT I'M MAKING BREAKFAST."

I watch him dash to the kitchen to turn off the cooker but I can tell everything's burnt already by the look on his face.

"So how would you like your pancakes, half-burnt or full?"

"Is it that bad?" I walk over to have a look at the burnt offering on the pan. "Oh, it is bad."

"I ruined everything again," Maverick hangs his head low in frustration. "I just wanted to make you happy now I burnt breakfast. Let me make it up to you."

"It's fine. It's just breakfast..."

"I insist," He pushes further. "I'm taking the month off work to spend time with you."

I gape at him. "A month?! You're crazy."

"For you, I am." My cheeks turn a deep color at his words. "A generous patient of mine gifted me two plane tickets to have a cruise at her Villa in France. She claims I work too much and insists on a vacation."

"She?" I sneer at the word.

"Yeah, the old lady was hoping I'd go with her daughter as she's trying to play matchmaker."

"So you were leaving the country with some chick? Without letting me know?" I can't help but feel a stab of betrayal and hurt.

"I wasn't going to accept it but she was right, I needed some time off and then I thought of you and how much you told me you loved France and couldn't let the opportunity slip past my fingers. I wasn't going to take her daughter, I swear... well I would've before last night..." I shoot him a glare. "...When you showed up in that dress last night looking like you just came out of a magazine."

"Well, you never even talked about my new hairdo, let alone talk about my dress."

"Words couldn't explain how gorgeous you looked. I always knew you made me have this tingly feeling at the pit of my belly but when I saw you last night, I figured I was already in deep."

Speechless. He renders me speechless. I didn't even think he noticed my hairdo. My previous accusations and slight tantrum dissolve as he plants a kiss on my forehead and buries his face in my hair.

"Now I just want both of us to have a good time on this trip while we work on a bucket list to do while away," Maverick says and I snicker.

"Bucket list? What are we, Fifteen?"

"Yeah, the list I wrote down is not what Sixteen-year-olds would think of doing. Although, kids nowadays have gone wild. Can you imagine me attending to a Sixteen-year-old, in labor, fully pregnant? Like, how did her boyfriend even know where to stick in his John Thomas?"