Chapter 25

A petit redhead came up to our table with a big smile on her face. She looked down, and Jamaica and smile then look up at Valdo, "He looks exactly like you. He's practically your twin." I looked at her and chuckled a little. If only she knew.

"Thank you, and it's a girl." Valdo corrected with a smile. I smile at his response, he didn't say she wasn't his, and that made my heart jumped a bit.

"Oh," her face got red then she apologised, "I'm so very sorry. It's just that she has no hair, so I assumed it's a boy." She looked across at me apologetically.

I shrugged, "It's cool. It has happened to me before, and it wasn't the hair that got me, it was the fact that the baby was wearing a spiderman onesies. So it's okay. It's no big deal."

"Thanks, I'm Michelle by the way, and I'll be your server for today. What can I get for you guys today?"

Valdo looked across at me, and I looked down at the menu, "I'll take the pancakes and a peppermint tea, two sugars."

"What about you, sir?" she wrote down my order in her little note pad and then turn to Valdo.

"I'll have the French omelette, with coffee, no sugar." she nodded and gave us a smile before walking off.

"She's sweet."

He looked at me with raised brows, "You like her?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

He smiled, "My last girlfriend, Donna, would get angry when women gave me a bit of attention, even when it's just a smile."

"How long were you together for?" I inquired.

"Only two months."

I chuckled and nodded, "Makes perfect sense." I looked at him and smile. "I don't need to be jealous. I know you're not the type."

"Type?" he asked, intrigued.

I smiled saying, "You're a one-woman type of man. You're not the type who'd be sitting with a girl and then flirt with the beautiful waiter when she comes to serve. You're different." My words faded as I stared into his mesmerising blue eye. I ran my tongue over lips then came out of my reverie. "And knowing your mother, she would have never allowed you to become a womaniser. She'd probably have a fit if she knew you were going around breaking hearts. She's too much of a darling. She grew you better."

"She did, but I still managed to break a few hearts."

"Really?" I moved closer to him, so I could hear him clearly, cause obviously, I misheard "You broke hearts?"

"A few." he leaned towards me then confessed, "When I break up with my ex-girlfriends they always say I'm breaking their heart, but I really think they were just sad that they didn't land themselves on a wealthy man."

"How did you know they were after your money?" Does he think that all women are after his money? Does he think I'm after his money? I cut the thought from my mind; of course, he knows I don't want his money. "Maybe they truly loved you."

He starred at me and smile, "No, it wasn't about the money."

"How do you know?" I asked curiously.

"Well, for one. They would like everything I did was great, praise me. I hate it, and when they spoke about themselves, it was always what they have or what they wanted. Never their personality."

"You told me once that you were serious about relationships, if so, why did you date so many golddiggers?"

He smiled, "They didn't all start as golddiggers, but eventually they wanted more."

"Do you think I'm a golddigger?" I blurted out with regret. I wanted to know what he thought of me.

He frowned and answered immediately, "No, why would you ask that?"

I leaned back in my seat, "How can you be sure I'm not a golddigger?"

Before he could answer Jamaica made a loud squeaky sound which brought both our attention to her. We smiled when we realised that nothing was wrong; she was a baby. I took my eyes off her and looked back at the man in front of me.

I repeated my question, "How can you be sure I'm not a golddigger?"

"Well for one, a golddigger wouldn't say that and two..are you ready for two?"

I nod. I wanted to know what made him so sure that I'm not like his exes.

"I left you in my apartment alone for less than 36 hours after we met. You were a stranger. We barely knew other. When I came back, you were gone. I panicked a bit; I thought you had left with my dog but left anything behind. I was conflicted about that; you were left alone in a millionaire dollar apartment that had things worth millions, my watches, rings, shoes. They were so many things for you to take, but you took my dog. I thought you were crazy until I realised that you didn't leave you just went for a walk. My point is you had so many opportunities to steal from me, and you didn't, not once. You didn't even want to accept the money I was going to give you, and you still haven't received it. A golddigger would have jumped for free cash and clothes, but not you. You offered to pay me every cent back. That's why I admire you so much. You're so different, and it's not just about money; it's about you. "

I wiped the stray tear from my eyes, "Wow, were you ever a valedictorian? Cause you give some great speeches."

He laughed, "Funny you say that because I was for both college and high school."

"Is there anything you can't do?"

He noded, "There are a few things I can't do. I can't eat an entire cake or pancakes. I might be slightly lactose so, of course, I can't eat..."

"I'm not talking about food. I'm sure if you didn't have diabetes, you would eat everything. I'm talking about you as a person. So far, you seem perfect."

"You're only saying that because you haven't heard me sing."

"You probably have the voice of Calum Scott."

"I have no idea who that is, but I can guarantee that I don't sound as good as him."

"Well the only way I'm going to find out is if you sing for me."

He pointed at himself, "Me, sing for you." he laughed. "Baby, that's not going to happen."

I felt shivers when he called me baby. I never felt like that with Will; he can't even be compared to Valdo. Will is a child, and Valdo is a man in every way possible. I'm still questioning why a man like him would ever like a girl like me.

"You're perfect."

I shiver as I remembered his words. This can't be real. How could he call me perfect?

God, if this is a dream, then this a very cruel dream and if it's not God, thank you so much for bringing him in my life.

"What are you thinking about?"

I broke out of my daydreaming and looked at him. "I'm just imagining you singing in my head."

"My voice isn't good at all."

"I don't believe you."

He shrugged, he quickly looked down at Jamaica then back at me. "Okay, fine. Let's make a deal. You sing for me, I'll sing for you."

I frowned at his request, "Okay, fine. But you should know I sing like a goat."

"Hmm...If you say so." he looked across at me and gin. "We're going to do it like Karaoke. Each singer gets five songs, the person who has the worse voice wins. King will be the judge."

"How is he gonna judge us?"

"Okay, fine. King and Jamaica will both be judges."

I frowned, "But how are they going to determine who wins?"

"By crying. Babies cry when they are disturbed. Dogs bark or growl to show discomfort. If I'm singing and one or both judges make a noise that means I get no points, but if they are quiet during my performance, I get 2 points."

"Okay, fine. Let's see who is worse." I was a little hesitant about this, but I realise it isn't about whether our not or judges how capable are judges are. It's about us having fun.

"Winner gets night duties." he pointed at Jamaica.

"I already get night duties so.."

"Then you're going to be happy when I win."

"Why are you so confident that you'll win? I know for sure that I'm winning."

"We'll be sure next Friday."

I laughed, "This is going to be the easiest win I've ever gotten."

"We'll see."

"Our brunch is coming." I cheered. Even though Jamaica was here and safe, I still have to watch what I eat because I'm breastfeeding her and I still have to eat plenty cause I'm technically I'm still eating for two.

Michelle placed my pancakes in front of me, then put down the omelette in front of Valdo. She gave us a warm smile, "I'll be back in a sec with your tea and coffee."

I looked down at my pancakes then licked my lips. They looked delicious. I looked across at Valdo's omelette, and it looked breathtaking delicious. "Do you want to have some?" I lifted my eyes to meet Valdo's blue ones. I shook my head. I have my pancakes, and I'm going enjoy eating them even though Valdo's omelette looks a hundred times better than my pancakes.

"Are you sure you don't want a piece?" he took up his fork then digs in the omelette. I lifted his in front of our faces, "Are you sure?"

"You are shouldn't use food to tempt me."

"Oh, yea. Maybe I should tempt you with something else."