MatchMaker (1)

Is it me you're looking for..?

I sigh and kick up my legs, setting them on my wooden desk. My last client has just left and I feel physically and emotionally drained. Some of my clients have experienced death and others heartbreak. It's just sad. Very sad. I won't be able to take up another client today. I take off my mask and go on my phone. I scroll through my contacts until I land on Bryson, my receptionist, and call him. "Don't send up another client please," I sigh and he chuckles. "Too late but no one else is coming up after that!" he chirps and I growl."What??!" I snap. "I'm sorry it's just, he asked so sweetly and he seemed to have this way with words and I thought, I could help Kyra with her love life, so I took the chance and I sent him up," he says nervously. "I hate you," I laugh and growl at the same time.

I hang up and shake my head and laugh to myself as I put on my mask. I hate Bryson so much but I have too much respect for him to cast him out. I put on my smile and wait patiently for my actually last client but that smile quickly disappears when I found out who my client is.

He opens the door walking in smiling. "Alexander," I mumble and try my hardest not glare at him as he closes the door. I examine him as he approaches me with confidence and pride. All of which I miss dearly. He had messy side swept hair with short sides with a beard. Well, he's trying to grow one. He wears a black trench coat with a white button-down shirt accompanied with blue jeans and black dress shoes. "Uh hi!" I smile and he smiles in response. He slowly sits in the chair in front of me and runs his hands through his hair. He takes off his trench coat and lay it on the arm of the chair. "So um, what's your name?" I ask taking out my notebook and getting my pen. " Alexander and I'm a surgeon," he crosses his legs.

His posture reaks with a leader aura. Something girls are drawn to the aura like flies to bright lights. A man that's in charge. It brings back memories and I can't help but feel some sorta way. He wants to date someone else. Why won't he call me..? Or did he really not care about us.

"So, uh, what's your past relationships like?" It's taking everything I have to keep me from crying. "Uh well, my most recent one, uh, was nothing more than a lust driven relationship and that one started when I was in a relationship with another woman,". "You... cheated?" I ask and he nods slowly. "Yeah um, I regret it as well, um, Kyra, I love her and uh, she is a beautiful woman she's nice, intelligent, enthusiastic. God, I love her so much," his voice cracks and he looks down. I shift in my position and I wipe my eyes. I can't believe what I'm hearing but I want to. I really want to.  "So um, do you want to go back to her or..,"

" I wish I could but she, I would assume, hates me so," He sighs. "What I would do to kiss her again, but I screwed that way over so, I'm looking for someone else," he looks at me with those lovely hazel eyes of his and I couldn't help myself. "Well, um, Kyra actually came over and um, she was wanting you back but uh she was scared. She trusted me to um help her and um, maybe-maybe this is your chance to get back with her. She will be uh, at my birthday party," I hate myself right now and he's just smiling.

I'm Kyra, but he doesn't know that. All he knows is that he's talking to America's most successful matchmaker who no one knows the identity of.

" Every one of my clients is going and I will be giving them their dates where they can um chat and well, fall in love. Maybe I can um...pair you two up?" I hate myself for doing this, but I can't. I need to know if he's serious because I just need to. His eyes light up and I swell up with happiness. The last time I've seen him happy like this is when I said yes to him after he asked me out. " Yes, I would love that!" He gets up and grins. I get up with him and smile. "Thank you!" He grabs me pulling me into a hug. I   gasped and tensed up, but I missed this. I missed his arms wrapped around mine. Him telling me all the reasons why he loves me...

But can I trust him?

" Oh uh, sorry," he laughs nervously and smiles sheepishly at me making my heart flip. He has my insides doing acrobatics and the intoxicating feeling is great. He leaves satisfied and happy and I leave questioning my self-respect. I exit my room and walk into the elevator. I think about what had just happened as I slowly take off my mask. Then a tear falls, then another. In the blink of an eye, I went from happy to sad and I begin to cry. I haven't seen Alexander in 2 years and damn. For him to just waltz back into my life and say he loves me. In his defense he doesn't know it's me but, again, I can't help but feel some sorta way.

He misses me but never thought to call because i "hate him".

Maybe I should've approached him

Things would be different then...right?