For the next week, I stayed to myself. I of course took care of my job. I wasn't not going to let money go to waste. I still needed to provide for Christian and I.

As far as Peter goes, I'm not talking to him right now. Christian and I didn't see what surprise Peter had because I was busy taking care of my home. Later that day, I found out that he dropped Mila from his record label because of the disrespect she showed me, but he didn't need to do that. Mila was a big attraction for this label, he didn't need to get rid of her because how she acted.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

"Mommy phone." I hear Christian yell from the living room. I sigh, I look at the number and tried hard not to roll my eyes.

I groan, picking up the phone. "Hello, Mr. Jones."

"Ms. Marshall, I need you to get here right now. Its important." He said professionally.

"Yes, sir. On my way." I hung up. "Come on, Christian. We gotta go meet Mr. Jones."

"Okay."

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"Jackie, can you tell Mr. Jones I'm here and watch Christian again for me." I say.

"Of course. You don't mind if he watches television with me. A little Paw Patrol." She said making Christian gasp.

"Can I mommy? Paw Patrol the bes'!" He said, jumping up and down awaiting my answer.

"Gone ahead." I kissed his cheek before going into his office.

I gasped at the scenario before me. The lights were dimmed. Flower petals were lines up all over the floor that lead to this small table. The table was covered in rose petals and small chocolates. I blush, covering my mouth.

"Ms. Marshall."

I looked up seeing Peter dressed in a black suit. Not his usual attire, which consisted of a white v-neck and jeans.

I shook my head, trying to keep tears at bay. "Oh, my God! Peter, what is this?"

"An apology. I was wrong for having you to deal with Mila. She was my responsibility, love. I'm so sorry." He said, taking my smaller hands into his.

"You didn't have to apologize. I overreacted. I should apologize, I'm your assistant. I'm supposed to be able to handle cranky artists." I said, walking up to him.

"You are so amazing, Sarah. I love you." He said, caressing my cheek while staring lovingly into my eyes.

He what me? Love?! Did the famous producer Peter Jones just said he loves me? God, do I even love him back?

I mean, yes, I like him, but love?

"Peter, I-I... How?"

"The first time I met you at that coffee shop, I just knew. You were so enchanting. I knew from the time you kept getting my order wrong, and when you spilt my coffee all over my clothes, shall I say twice. I just knew I had to have you. I love you, I really do." He said.

"I said I was sorry, Peter." I said defensively.

"Tell me how you feel." He said, ignoring what I said.

"I-I just really like you. I really really like you. You are the first guy I liked since Christian's sperm donor." I confessed.

"That's all I need to hear." He leaned down capturing my lips in a small kiss.

I gasped. I pulled away, shaking my head. "No, no, nooo. Peter, I can't."

Did he just kiss me? Oh, my goodness!

"Can't what?"

"I can't kiss you. You're not my husband, I think I should go."

Before I could leave, he grabs my hand, pulling me back to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

I nodded as tears left my eyes. I can't believe he kissed me. I should have known something was up. The roses, the lights were dimmed and the chocolate.

In every romance film, how the guy would romance the woman into sleeping with him? Chocolate, rose petal, and lights dimmed.

I really, really need to leave.

You may call me old fashioned, but I prefer to not kiss or have sex with anyone until I get married.

And on top of that, kisses are very special. One kiss and you could fall in love. With sex, not as special. It's only special when you doing it with the right person.

"I forgive you, but I still need to go. Christian needs to be in bed."

"Aight." He said sadly, pursing his lips.

I sigh, leaving the room in a rush. "Jackie, I'm here."

She looked up. "Sorry, he fell asleep watching Paw Patrol. Are you okay? You look a bit frustrated."

"Oh, no, I'm fine. Um, do you know when the city bus comes?" I asked.

"The bus? Honey, the last bus passed by twelve minutes ago." She said, handing over a sleeping Christian to me.

"Oh, gosh. I need to get home now. Whatever, I'll walk then. See ya."

I was prepared to walk out, as I took at least five steps toward the exit door, with Christian in my arms, before Jackie calls me back.

"Girl, no. I am not going to let the closest person I know here walk outside at nine o'clock at night, especially with a five year old boy. No, I'll take you and Christian home." She said sternly, almost in the exact tone my mother would talk in.

"I have no gas money on me, Jackie." I said.

"Girl, bye. You don't need to be giving me any money. You need to provide for your son and you."

I smile wholeheartedly. "Thank you so much, Jackie."

She waved me off, smiling back. "No problem. Now, let me grab my keys and we'll be on our way."

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"So, what's going on with you and Mr. Jones?" Jackie asked.

"Nothing, we're just friends." I try to dismiss the subject, but she smirks.

"Ha, biggest lie I've heard in all of my so and so years of living. I see more than just friends. I mean, after the altercation between you and Mila, he drops her from the label like a bad habit. Not only did he drop her, he stood up for you. He went in on her. After you left, everyone saw a different side of Mr. Jones. Anyone with eyes can see that he cares deeply for you. So what's really going on and don't lie to me, girl."

"He told me he loves me and I can't say I feel the same. I like him a lot, but not love. He's so sweet and we've been friends for almost three years now. He hasn't tried to do anything and I just love that. He's showing me what an actual gentleman is, but I don't wanna get comfortable with him and he does the same thing Raymond did." I blurt out. My eyes widen in shock as Ray's name left my mouth.

"Who's Ray?" Jackie asked worriedly.

Do I lie or just say Christian's dad? I really don't want people to talk up Ray. I hate what he did to me and I don't want to think about what happen that night. The thought is sickening and still to this day, I still get chills. Since that night, I ignored all guys. I'm afraid they're like Ray.

"Sarah, who's Ray? Was he an ex?" She asked.

"Please, Jackie. I don't want to talk about him or Peter for that matter. I'm just tired." I signed as she pulled up in front of my apartment.

I got out the car quickly, not wanting to stay in there anymore.

"Want me to help with Christian?" She asked.

I shake my head quickly. "No, thank you. I got him. See you Friday, Jackie."

I hear her sigh in irritation. "See you honey. Take care of yourself and Christian. You guys are like family to me. I love you both dearly. See you Friday."

As I walked into my apartment, laying Chris down on our bed. I stare at his what used to be angelic face.

For some odd reason, I don't see my little angel, I see Ray. His features has some how appeared on the face of an angel.

I don't see Christian's soft, beautiful features, I see Ray's hard, angered looks plastered on my son's face.

It's like every time Raymond is brought up, Christian starts to look exactly like him. From his lips, to his eyes, his skin complexion, everything. Everything is Raymond.