LOGIN"Look, the original plan was to surprise you," she said cheerfully. "Only problem is, I don't know exactly where you live, and for some reason, my app is glitching out and I can't book a ride even if I wanted to." My eyes had widened and my breath caught in my throat as I tried to process her words. She went on. "So, as a matter of fact, I'm at the airport right now, so you're going to have to come and pick me up right away." "What?" I blurted out in panic. Ronan lifted his face from my cheek, staring at me with a slight frown. He didn't say anything, but he was clearly trying to connect the sudden shift in my demeanor to the phone on my ear. On the other end of the line, Cassie let out a cheerful, apologetic laugh. "I know... I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you if you were busy... but seriously, I need a ride. Hurry up." I swallowed hard, desperately trying to get a grip on my racing pulse. "I... yeah. Okay. I'll be on my way to the airport right now." "Awesome, I'll be w
RONAN I could feel the thump of the low bass beneath my feet. It was the first time here this week. I and Trevor sat across from each other. He leaned back as he studied me for a moment. "So," he started. "Who is Elena to you?" I didn't respond. I just raised the glass to my lips, taking a slow sip of the scotch before setting it back down. He didn't relent. "What? Is she your girlfriend?" "No," I replied. He raised a brow. "Ah. Right. Just something casual with her, then..." "No," I cut him off and didn't say anything else. He paused, narrowing his eyes slightly as if he was trying to piece together the meaning of the silence. I didn't want to answer him. I didn't have an answer to give him that made sense, even to myself. I turned my attention to the drink on the table, though I wasn't particularly interested in finishing it. The truth was, I had not quite figured out who Lena was to me. The chemistry between us was undeniable, pulling us together every time w
The following morning, Monday came with a feel of energy. I couldn’t wait to get to work. I was already eager to go to the director's office and speak to her about what I had figured out in the proposal. By the time I arrived at the office, I was already mentally arranging how I would explain everything. I settled down and waited for a while before going through my notes one last time before printing out the relevant files. I arranged the papers neatly in a folder, picked it up, and headed for the director's office. I knocked twice. "Come in," she called out. I opened the door and stepped inside. She was seated behind her desk, going through a document. She looked up. "Good morning, ma'am." "Good morning. Is everything alright?" "Yes, ma'am. I went through my proposal again and was hoping to discuss what I discovered." She gestured toward the chair opposite her as she set her document aside. "Have a seat." I sat down, placing the folder on the desk. "Go ahead,"
Minutes later, Ronan returned with a taped up cardboard box tucked under his arm. He walked toward me and placed it on the coffee table with a dull thump. My brows pulled together, my gaze moving from the box up to his face. "What's this?" "Your books arrived," he said, his tone sounding casual. "They were supposed to come yesterday, but it was too short notice. The delivery couldn't be arranged until today. Darrell helped sort it out." I stared down at the box, still not understanding the whole situation. "Why?" He had on a blank expression as if having books delivered to his home for a... guest, was normal to him. "I didn't want you getting bored out of your mind sitting around this house all day." He had bought me a box of books because he didn't want me to get bored? I didn't even know what to say to that. Without waiting for a response, he headed toward the kitchen, returning a second later with a small knife. He knelt beside the table, and carefully cut through the
I woke up few hours later to a quiet bedroom. I blinked sleepily, turning my head to the other side of the mattress and it was empty. I shifted onto my side, blinking over the dim lamp light. I just assumed Ronan was probably in the bathroom or went downstairs to get something. I pulled the duvet up to my shoulders and closed my eyes, intending to drift back to sleep. But minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of him. I reached for my phone and checked the time. 2:13 am. That was a little over two hours since I went to sleep. I stared at the ceiling for another minute, hoping I would hear his footsteps. Still nothing. With a quiet sigh, I stretched, sitting up against the headboard with the sheets bunched under my arms. I reached over, slipping my arms back into the tank top I had discarded earlier and pulled on my lounge pants. I checked the bathroom first before walking out of the bedroom. I checked the hallway, then the other rooms before heading downstairs.
We had just barely gotten into the bedroom when we locked lips. There was nothing hesitant about it. One of his hands cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me hard, and I kissed him back just as hungrily. It wasn't fueled by haze of alcohol... or anything, because we didn't even have a drink back at the club. It was just pure, clear headed need. His lips moved over mine with intent, parting them and deepening the kiss. A soft sound slipped out of me. Every kiss tasted like desperation. I was so eager I could barely stand still. He scooped me up, carrying me backward until we got to the bed and he placed me on it, kneeling in front of me. His hands slowly slid down my sides, mapping the line of my waist before they hooked into my denim shorts. He dragged them down my legs along with my underwear in one motion and I felt cool air on my skin. He came up to me and propping himself up as he slid a finger into me slowly. I gasped as my hips instinctively lifted into the tou







