Granting one last wish

SEB

I feel so terrified to hear from her saying she’s dying. How did her daughter take the news? Where is she, anyway?

“We both agreed not to tell our daughter. Not until tomorrow, at least, but I know she’s going to hate me for this or her father, Seb.” She pauses.

So, am I going to break the news to her? I never met their daughter, and I’ve never even seen her before. Mike and Catie seemed to be good parents, and if their daughter got the looks from both of them, then she is beautiful.

“Seb, I want you to promise me something.” She takes a long deep breath, and my palms turn cold clammy.

I hold my breath when I feel like I’m not going to like the next words will come from her mouth. In my twenty-five years of existence, I’ve never been in this position, making promises to a dying woman, which I know I can’t say no. So I have to do whatever she asks me to.

“Whatever, Catie. I’ll do everything you want.” I start sweating even the room is cold, and I feel claustrophobic.

I open one button of my shirt and loosen my tie.

“I know you’re happy with your life. You’re supposed to be the last person I asked a favor for, but I don’t trust anyone besides my husband. I’ve known you long enough to know what’s underneath that bad boy and playboy image, and you have a good heart, Seb. You have reasons why you choose this life, and you haven’t met the right one for you.” She takes a breath.

So that’s it, and now I’m getting more nervous.

I constantly swallow why a lot of jumbled thoughts pop in my head. Is this what I think it is?

Jesus. Good grace. Hallelujah.

This can’t be happening, and did I just promise?

Can I take it back? No.

I think I’m going to faint before her.

I feel that the worst day of my life is taunting me, and everything is flashing back in my head—it starts from the tabloid that ruins my life, to the meeting that gave me a headache, and to the last words of my dad.

And I’m still in front of a dying woman.

“Before I admitted myself, I finalized my Will, and even my husband doesn’t know most of it. Just me and my lawyer, Atty. Timothy Sanders. I made a copy for myself, and I want you to have it. You don’t have to be there during the reading of the Will, but make sure you secure it safely.” She breathes deeply again. “And you’ll know when the right time to open it, Seb.”

I release a long sigh. So it’s not

make sure you won’t come to haunt me.” I want to see her smile at least, so I continue, “So, you will trust me for your daughter, too? You know my reputation, Catie. I mean, I, maybe we can be good friends. I’m not that asshole, and I promise to keep my hands off of her.” I

She laughs at the lamest joke that I can come up with because I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life. She motions to the drawer. I stand up and pull the drawer at her bedside. I

she gave it to me. It has a pendant—a tulip, our favorite flowers. My daughter likes red,

I don’t know why. I fold the envelope and tuck it inside

she doesn’t like purple, huh? I keep that

much, Seb. I know I can’t repay you anymore, but I know my daughter will. Please take care of her. Promise me, Seb.”

All of a sudden, she becomes too weak, too pale, and she breaths hard, and I panic and

head. “Tell her I love her so much, and

I promise Catie.

***

food on my plate, and suddenly, I lost my appetite. I

head to my bathroom. A long hot shower might help to calm my nerves. I stand under the showerhead until I can’t take it

when I think again. For fuck sake, Seb. You just

for the loss of his wife, and there’s a daughter who just lost a mother, and she has no idea until

such an ass.

my father about the sad news, I dial my cousin and my best

early today, and that’s new.

myself to play cool, but I can’t tell him family

me. I’m not good at lying, and I never lied to him and neither to Trixie.

can hear the worry in

breath, I give up. I know he’s going to find out. I already told my parents,

“I received an emergency call today that’s why I had to leave soon,” I

What emergency? Is Aunt Jules okay? Or your dad? I don’t think it’s about

before he can continue, “Pat, they’re okay. Don’t worry. Why don’t you pass by, and we’ll talk about it. I don’t want to talk over the

party. I stay here on weekdays.

isn’t your type, you know. You prefer blonde,

groan, rubbing my eye, but I know

an idea that I have sex video with her, don’t go there.” I pause. “I’m sure my future wife is not yet even conceive. Get in here before I change my mind and go to sleep.” I hang

and here he is, still in suit one button open, loosened the tie, and wearing a huge grin on his face telling me that he just gets on my

He’s already inside before I can even say a word. He sits on my black leather couch, while I make my way to my minibar and pour ourselves two glasses of whiskey. I give him his glass then I drink mine instantly. It burnt

on his opposite side and rest my head as I rub

guessing? I get it. It’s bad news,” he talks while I’m looking at the high ceiling of my penthouse. I can feel