My boyfriend?

"Pleasure to meet you." Michael's cold eyes bore into Damon's as he shook his hand.

"What's going on here?" Lana's hand wrapped around Michael's arm as she leaned against him.

"Oh! Arya, is this your boyfriend?" She looked surprised, then she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Yes, he is."

"Maybe we should go on a double date some time." She suggested, and I forced a smile.

"Please excuse us," Michael said as he whisked Lana away and disappeared into the crowd. I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked, and I shook my head.

"Seeing him here, I'm not even sure how to feel. It's been a long time. Plus, he's still with his ex. That says a lot." I frowned, and he cupped my chin.

"Hey, they have nothing on you, Arya. You're an amazing woman." Damon kissed my cheek, causing me to smile.

I was happy to not bounce into my ex and his girlfriend for the remainder of the evening. I didn't know that the feelings I used to have for Michael would come up and choke me. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Damon offered me a ride home, but I declined. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. The limousine that dropped me off had picked me up, and right now all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.

Today was an exhausting day, with the highlight being Michael. He took me by complete surprise and stirred up some old feelings I had buried deep within myself.

When I arrived home, I changed out of my dress. I looked really pretty tonight. Then I showered and changed into my pajamas. I texted Yasmeen about everything that happened, and she was surprised, to say the least. She was upset that I didn't kiss Damon to sell our relationship and make Michael jealous.

I really doubt he would have been jealous, though. He seemed to really love Lana, considering they were still together. A sigh escaped my lips, and I sipped some tea.

Some part of me wondered what Michael was doing right now.

~

Michael's POV

I was on my third bottle. I sat in the office of my home. My mind kept wandering to her. How could she just show up and make me feel this way? I felt sick to my stomach. She looked gorgeous, and the way she stared at me with those mezmerizing eyes made me feel a certain type of way.

I took another swig of alcohol and sat down. After all this time, why was I feeling this way?

"Michael?" Lana called from outside of the room. Before I could answer, she barged in.

"Michael, what are you doing?" She asked me as she walked over to me.

"Get out, Lana; I'm not in the mood right now."

"Michael, it's because of her, isn't it?" She snared.

"I am not doing this with you right now Lana so please just let it go."

"Your eyes were on her all night and I know that you feel something for her," Lana said as walked up to me.

"You can think whatever you want Lana, it's not like you and I are together," I said and her eyes widened.

“Fuck you,” she stormed out but I knew she would be back. She was tied to me. She couldn’t leave me alone ever.

It was true though, our relationship was complicated and it has been for the longest while.

Seeing Arya changed everything. I didn’t know I was even still capable of feeling such emotions.

The notification on my computer caught me off guard. It was an email from her which she outlined the details of the acquisition. I contemplated what I should do. This is so fucking stupid.

I couldn’t believe I declined the acquisition offer. I chose to merge the companies instead. I know my father would be pissed but I would deal with him tomorrow.

My friend, Alex, messaged me and forwarded a bunch of pictures of Arya and her boyfriend, Damon. It annoyed the shit out of me.

What the fuck was I supposed to do with that information?

My nightmare didn’t stop there, on the tabloids there was dozens of articles published talking about the mystery woman, billionaire playboy, Damon showed up with.

That beautiful red dress was plastered all over the headlines. The person wore it, even more beautiful.

Arya.