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And then you
have your Macedonia, which is just fruit salad.”
    “Wow Axel, you pulled out all of the stops with this one.”
    “All for you. Besides, you’re going to need to something for
later on today with my friends.”
    “Uh oh, are you the typical jerk who is mean to his
girlfriend around his friends?” I asked remembering how rambunctious Ethan used
to be.
    “Of course not! It’s just that all of the friends that
you’ll be meeting are male, not female. Why? Is that how Ethan treated you?” he
asked before spearing a piece of fruit.
    “Well, you know how guys are. They get a boost of
testosterone when they’re around their guy friends,” I said brushing it off as
male human nature.
    “No, no, any guy that allowed you to believe that treating
you like crap while he’s with his friends is normal is a total tool. You deserve
to be treated the way you treat him at all times, no exceptions.”
    My eyebrows shot up for a fraction of a second before I
looked back down to my food. Being with Axel now, made me realize all of the
mess I shouldn’t have put up with when we were together. I took a sip of my
coffee before placing it down.
    “I guess you’re right,” I said quietly.
    “I know you’re really sensitive about that, but I just want
you to know how I feel about relationships and how they should be. I don’t want
you to ever feel like I’m anything like Ethan, because as far as I’m concerned,
I’m nothing like him,” he stated softly.
    “I know. It just makes me feel like a fool. How could I let
him treat me the way he did when there are men out there like you?”
    “You didn’t know any better.”
    “I knew what I did and did not like. The only excuse I had
was history; we’d been together since high school.”
    “That’s a pretty good excuse, honey. He was your first love,
he was your comfort zone, and he was all you knew.”
    In a way he was right. First love was the strongest, but in
a way I was right; just because it was the strongest doesn’t mean that it was
the best. I finished my breakfast before chasing it with a swig of my coffee.
My hands now lay flat against the counter.
    “Jaida,” Axel said with a sigh.
    “I’m okay. I just need to get over it I guess. I mean, he’s
not in my life anymore,” I said looking up from scrutinizing my hands, “You are,”
I said as our eyes met.
    “That’s what I like to hear,” he said reaching across the
island to gently touch my lips.
    I smiled bashfully tucking my hair behind my ear. Collecting
the dishes, Axel pre-washed, and set them in the dishwasher before coming back
over to finish his coffee.
    “So what are they like?” I asked curiously.
    “Well, my friend are successful businessmen, but unlike me,
they do have tendencies to be a little uppity. Matt isn’t as bad as Jeremy and
Dillon, but they’re all a bunch of good guys.”
    “What do they own?”
    “Well, Matt owns his own car dealership here in Italy,
Jeremy owns the seafood shop that I got our dinner from last night; he has
several shops throughout Tuscany. Dillon owns and rents out several properties
in Tuscany and Milan.”
    “Wow, I’m officially intimidated.”
    “Aww, don’t be babe.”
    “Really? How could I not be? I mean, you’re a billionaire,
and your friends are at least multimillionaires! And then there’s wee, little,
old me! An accountant working back in San Fran,” I said in a practical manner.
    “No, you are my traveling accountant. And you are not a
millionaire, you’re a billionaire.”
    “Oh please Axel! You can’t be serious,” I said as he
chuckled at my reaction.
    “How about six figures?” he said.
    “What?” I was confused; he seemed serious.
    “If you work for me, you’ll be making at least that.”
    “Ok, wait a minute; what if we don’t make it as a couple?” I
asked him seriously.
    “What does that have to do with anything? I would hire you
as my accountant, and you would work for me as long as you performed