Mr.Right novel Chapter 31

I am happy

I am beautiful

I am healthy

I am strong

I love my body

I attract positivity

I attract opportunity

I attract love

I am kind

I am smart

I am confident

I am successful

I am worthy of all the blessings coming my way.

That's the motto Maverick has me recite every morning before we move upstairs to the gym. It's quite different from the one Jim always tells me about keeping my head high and my middle finger higher but I think this would stick to my head more because it's exactly what I need. Reassurance.

It might be just a word but it goes a long way for me and I'm glad Maverick has put that into consideration.

Callum dusts off droplets of snow falling to his shoulders as he continues to drag our luggage to the trunk of Maverick's car.

Maverick and I have an evening flight from Minneapolis to France today and I'm not only giddy I get to visit one of my most loved countries, but I also get to get in touch with Jacqueline. We have so much talk to catch up on. Her work as an Author, how she feels about moving to Minneapolis for good, and so much girl talk. God, I could really use some girl talk. It's actually cool having someone who can relate to you in a girlish type of way when you have so many male species in your life.

From Dad to my brothers, to Jim, Tony, Maverick, and now Callum. Mom, on the other hand, has always been this boyish type who acts as the head of the family most of the time even if she can get pretty emotional. We talked on the phone a few days ago while I listened to her complain about how Dad has gone too soft.

"Your father heard a noise downstairs and woke me up to go check it out because apparently, my life doesn't matter," She had said that day.

And I think that sums it up. Mom has never been the one to have girly talks with. I wouldn't blame her, she grew up with six boys on a ranch in Texas with her being the only adopted daughter and moved out of the state when she started college. I guess that's where she met Dad or so.

The honking of the car draws me out of my reverie as Callum signals me we're ready to move. So we're both headed to the hospital right now to pick up Maverick from work and then head to the airport in less than two hours.

It was a really hard decision for Maverick to make in putting Callum in charge of his penthouse and car but in the end, he gave in. Someone had to drive us to the airport and take the car back home. I was going to suggest Uber. I wonder why I didn't.

"You like fast car driving?" Callum asks as I buckle my seatbelt in the passenger's seat.

"I don't."

"Too bad."

I frown. "What?"

He kicks on the accelerator and it's like all air leaves my lungs. The car's moving at a ridiculously fast speed as I grip onto the seatbelt for my dear life.

"You have to fucking slow down," I yell over the deafening wind blowing at my face with full force and scattering my hair I used an hour to fix. "You're past the speed limit and you're soon going to have the police on our tail."

"Relax. I can outrun them," He says calmly, to calm for my liking.

"Oh, you never told me you're Paul Walker reincarnated," That slips out of my mouth sarcastically.

"Hey, I love that dude. Heard he died while making that movie."

"And we're about to join him if you don't look out for that truck." There's a huge truck blocking the road and I expect him to make a turn but he doesn't. Instead, he faces the truck head-on with much more speed.

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE," I screech as he maneuvers his way right under the truck and manages to zoom past it without a scratch. I'll admit that was cool later, I think my life just flashed before my eyes.

"Remind me never to get into a car with you," I say and slide out of the car when we reach the Hospital, slamming the door shut.

"They all love it when I drive that way."

"I don't know who 'they' is, but 'they' need a brain check," I air quote the word 'they' and make my way into the Hospital. No wonder he always gets under Maverick's skin.

As expected, the Hospital smell gives this sick feeling at the pit of my stomach that makes me want to gag. I just need to fetch Maverick and get the hell out of here. But where is his office?

Isn't that the question of the day.

"What are you doing here?" I recognize that voice. My ears can't fail the feint England accent, so I turn around with a flat look on my face.

"I'm here to see my boyfriend."