Entangled To The CEO

Jake’s [POV]

“Daddy,” Noah asked, staring up at me as I applied some aftershave in the bathroom. “Where are you going?”

I paused for a moment, wondering what I should tell him. I decided the safest bet would be to blame it on work. It was the reason he was most accustomed to hearing, and I wasn’t even sure if Noah would be aware of the practice of dating. I knew I certainly didn’t want to have to explain it to him.

“I have a work dinner, buddy,” I replied, ruffling his hair with my hand.

“You look different than when you’re going to work,” he said observantly.

He was right about that. Usually, I wore suits, blazers, or collared, long-sleeved dress shirts with dark pants. Today, I was wearing dark jeans with a laid-back, dressed-down shirt that made me feel more like myself. Or more specifically, it made me feel like the man I had been in the early days of my military career, around the time I had met and fallen in love with Daphne.

“You’re right,” I said. “I do look a little different, huh?”

“I like it, though,” Noah said, giving me a big smile.

“Yeah?”

“You look…happy.”

I turned to him and shook my head. “Sometimes I can’t believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“How smart you are.”

Noah beamed and then he followed me out of the bathroom like a little lamb. A part of me felt guilty for even setting up this date. Not only was it my first date since Daphne, but it was also cutting into my one-on-one time with Noah. I had no idea what had possessed me to write to Kristen in the first place. I had just been thinking about my life and about the dinner we had had, and I just acted on a whim.

Once the message had been sent, I started panicking a little, but the moment I got her response, I felt relief flood through me. She had said yes, and seeing that yes made me realize how much I liked Kristen and how attracted to her I was. Janet was in the living room flipping through a magazine when Noah and I walked in. She looked up and gave me a small smile.

“You look nice.”

“Thank you,” I said awkwardly, but I appreciated the compliment. “You’ll call me if there’s anything?”

“Of course,” she nodded.

I kissed Noah and bumped fists with him before I headed out. I drove over to Kristen’s apartment, feeling a little light-headed. It had been years since I’d been on a date, and I wasn’t even sure how to act anymore. Was a hug okay? Was I supposed to wait in the car or go to her doorstep? Was I meant to kiss her goodnight when I dropped her off or just go for a peck on the cheek? A part of me felt like turning tail right then and there and canceling the date.

The need to see Kristen again outside of work was what fueled me. Only seconds after I had pulled up outside her apartment building, I saw her step outside in a red dress that had my attention immediately. The dress was a simple and bold red, with short sleeves and a classic shape that complimented her hourglass figure. She kept her auburn hair loose, and I could tell that her makeup was natural and minimalistic.

I got out of the car when she approached and smiled at her. “Hi,” I said. “You look…nice.”

I had wanted to say pretty, but somehow that felt too…much. Once I had landed awkwardly on nice, I felt my nerves rise just a little bit more. I didn’t even get a chance to open the door for her because she smiled, thanked me for the compliment, and opened the door herself.

I got inside and headed toward the restaurant I had chosen for the night. It was a quiet little gastro pub in the heart of the city that served beautiful food with unique twists. I had chosen it more for the quiet and romantic atmosphere than the menu, however. We settled into silence as I drove, mostly because I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You look nice, too,” Kristen said, breaking the silence.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks,” I said. “You know, I’m glad you agreed to go out with me tonight.”

“Oh?”

“I thought you might be a little skittish about going on a date with your boss.”

“So this is a date, then?” she asked bluntly.

I smiled. “Yes.”

“Oh good,” she said, sighing in relief. “I wasn’t completely sure. I was worried the red dress might be a little much if it turned out to be a business thing.”

I tried to suppress my smile of amusement. I liked how forthright and honest she was. It made me feel more at ease around her, almost as though I could be myself around her because she wouldn’t be too hard on me.

“I’m glad you decided on the red dress,” I said. “I’ve always loved the color.”

“Not me,” Kristen said.

“You don’t like the color red?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed. “You’re wondering why I’m wearing red, then?”

“It did cross my mind.”

“When I was in high school, I wore glasses and braces. I had a face full of freckles, and my hair was redder than auburn. I wasn’t winning any beauty pageants. There was this group of girls who made fun of me. One day I showed up in this red dress, and they heckled me so badly that I lost all my love for the color.

“But then this teacher of mine sat me down during the lunch break and told me to take my power back. She told me that if I let them change me then they win. And, I become the victim, and that would follow me around for the rest of my life. She made one heck of a speech, and by the end of it, she had completely converted me. After that, I showed up every day in the red. I never really liked the color the same way again, but I wear it still out of defiance more than anything else.”

I listened to her speak, and her character began to take shape before me. And as I discovered little aspects of her I started to feel more and more drawn to her.

“That’s some story.”

“Is it?” Kristen said, shrugging. “It’s the first time I’ve told it to anyone.”

“And, you chose to share it with me for the first time?” I said, feeling oddly flattered.

She blushed slightly. “I feel as though I can trust you,” she said, in a shy voice.

“I’m glad you feel that way.”

The conversation was not usual, which was probably why I found myself getting more confused and aroused as we talked. Her openness was attractive and made her more beautiful in my eyes. I walked into the restaurant in a haze, trying to figure out everything I was feeling so that I wouldn’t trip over my own emotion. We ordered quickly, and once we were alone again, I turned to Kristen, desperate to know more about her.

“How’s Noah?” she asked before I could say anything.

I smiled. “He’s doing great,” I said. “He showed me his completed leaf project today,” I revealed.

“Yeah?” She sounded excited. “And? Best leaf project ever?”

“Of course,” I nodded. “My little man knows how to put together one mean leaf project.”

“He did it all by himself, too; you must be so proud.”

“Proud…ashamed…guilty…all of the above.”

Kristen’s eyes grew gentle. “Hey,” she said. “You have nothing to feel ashamed or guilty about.”

“He was the only kid who had to do his project alone,” I said. “Every other kid had help from a parent. He told me so.”

“He’s learning to be independent.”

I smiled. “Nice try, but he’s only four.”

“You’re too hard on yourself,” she told me.

As she spoke, she reached out and touched my hand. The feel of her touch sent a lightning bolt zooming through my body. It didn’t just trigger feelings; it triggered memories, too, and I found myself grappling with the torrent raging in my head.

“I was with Noah for one evening, and all he could talk about was you,” Kristen continued, oblivious to the conflict in my head. “That says a lot about how you’re doing as a father. He loves you, Jake. Trust me: when a kid has no love for their parents…it shows.”

“I may not be enough for him,” I said the words before I permitted myself to.

“Never let him know that,” she said. “You have to be strong for him.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I blinked once. I blinked a second time. Kristen’s face blurred before me as memory started taking shape. I could still feel her hand on top of mine. It was comforting, but it was not the touch I had grown used to. It was not familiar.

“You have to be strong now Jake,” Major Jones was saying to me. “You have to be strong for him.”

“What happened?” I demanded. “I just want to know what happened to my wife.”

“Sit down, Jake.”

“I don’t want to sit down.”

Major Jones looked at me sympathetically, and I wanted to die right then and there. How could I go through life having people look at me in that way? It was almost unbearable.

“How did it happen?” I persisted.

“It was an IED,” he replied.

“An IED,” I repeated, feeling weak.

That was what we called it in the field. To a layman, it was a bomb. She had been blown to pieces. Had she felt her flesh rip apart? Or had she been surrounded by the bliss of ignorance before the bomb ripped her from life?

“It exploded on the road under her vehicle,” Major Jones continued. “She was badly wounded… She lost a leg, but she was still alive when they got her to the medic’s tent.”

“But?”

“They were just about to operate when…she died,” he said softly. “She was bleeding too heavily, and there was so much shrapnel.”

“The doctor told me that part.”

“Jake, why don’t you sit down?”

“Thank you for being honest with me, Major,” I replied, in a cold voice before walking away.

I felt heat in my hand and realized suddenly that I was in a restaurant with a different woman, a woman who wasn’t Daphne. And suddenly, it felt wrong. I shouldn’t be here, I thought to myself. I could hear a voice faintly in the background of my mind, but I didn’t care to listen. All I wanted to do was get out. So I did.

I got up and walked out of the restaurant, trying to grapple for air, but finding myself coming up short. I got into my car and started driving. It was only after I had parked in front of my building that I remembered who I had left behind without a word or an explanation.

“Kristen,” I whispered her name under my breath.

Had I just walked out on her in the middle of our date? I felt myself cringe, but I couldn’t bear to pick up the phone to call her, let alone turn the car around and drive back. She was going to hate me. A small voice at the back of my head wondered if maybe that was a good thing.