The strong stench of shame clung to me as I stumbled back home. I couldn't believe what I had done. Leah Garcia never ran from anybody, ever. So, what was that? I had become someone I didn't recognize. Making deals with the devil, kissing clients, running away shamelessly? I might as well dye my hair green and get a face tattoo."Marcy," I called as I entered the apartment, desperately hoping she was home. I barged into her room, and found her sitting on her bed, going through some files.She looked up at me briefly, obviously finding what she was reading more interesting. "Hi, tiger, how was work today?"I groaned loudly and plopped down on her bed. "It was tragic.""You need to talk, don't you?"Nodding, I said, "I barely got through the rest of the day without you."She took off her glasses and pushed the files aside. "What's going on?""I kissed Declan again.""What?"I flinched at the shock in her voice, but quickly filled her in on how the 'professional' interview ended
I woke up the next day with a familiar feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. As hard as I tried to dismiss it, it didn't go away. It stayed with me for most of the day, especially when I arrived at the office.My heart almost beat out of my chest every time I saw Miranda, and I jumped anytime someone said my name, scaring off Tracy and Kevin in the process. Unfortunately, my anxiety wasn't enough to scare off Miranda and Mike.Going out with Declan was a tricky situation. He wanted to pick me up from the office, and I didn't want Miranda or anyone else to see him. So, I asked him to pick me up a few blocks away from the office.I stared at the clock impatiently, eager to be on my way. Declan would be here in an hour and my nerves were getting the best of me. My mind traveled to last night, reminding me of how I'd initiated the kiss. I didn't quite understand what it was about Declan that was just so alluring.He was the only man that made it impossible for me to resist him. Th
We talked about our families for most of the evening. He grew up in New York, and had a magical childhood filled with love and lots of adventures. It was similar to mine except the adventures part. They moved to LA when he was twelve, so his father could be close to work. He talked about his brother who was a doctor, now based in London.I told him about my parents. Being an only child, there wasn't much to share. It had always been just me and my parents. I didn't travel to fancy places, or have vacations in different countries each year. I spoke a bit about what my parents did: my dad was a banker, while my mom was a florist. The house always smelled like roses, and that was a memory I was particularly fond of.He listened attentively, asking me questions. Declan seemed to be genuinely interested in me, because he asked specific questions about my childhood."Are you happy?" he asked, suddenly.I was taken aback by his question. "You mean right now?""No. Generally, with life. A
Declan Samuelson had a way of bringing out the best in me. I had been in an exceptional mood since our picnic date two days ago. I even smiled at Miranda when she gave me her signature death stare.He wasn't one to disappear on a girl after a date either. Declan had checked up on me periodically, calling, texting and even sending flowers. I wasn't sure I deserved him.I had temporarily forgotten about the story, but I had to be in Miranda's office soon for a full report, and I didn't have anything to give her.I got a sense of déjà vu every time I walked into Miranda's office, because it always went the same way. I'd sit down with a scowl on my face, give a report she didn't want, she'd yell at me and I'd leave with an even bigger scowl.Let's get this over with, I thought as I made my way to Miranda's office."Miranda?" Tracy mouthed when I passed her desk.I nodded, and she offered me a sympathetic smile.As always, Miranda had her eyes on her computer. So, I took a seat and w
*Declan*The last couple of months have been rough. Several hours a day were spent strategizing and drawing up plans for the company, but we're almost done; the official launch is on Saturday.I stood by the window in my office on the top floor of Samuelson Inc, overlooking the sprawling metropolis underneath. This view reminded me of the longest conversation I'd had with my father.It was his office before mine, and even with all the upgrades I had made, it still felt like all I had to do was turn around and I'd find him sitting in his brown leather arm chair, scrutinizing me with those all-knowing eyes."You see all this," he said to me, barely 12-year- old, pointing out the window. "This is the power of innovation and grit. You have to constantly prove yourself or you become yesterday's trash. I do my bit, and it may be your turn to hold the mantle sometime soon."Well, Saturday will be my debut.I glanced at my watch. It was still early in the morning. I shook my head and foc
*Declan*The night of the launch had finally arrived, and I couldn't say I was excited to share my designs with the world. The only thing I could look forward to was holding the beautiful Leah by my side tonight, but it seemed I would be waiting still. It was 5:28 pm and my date was nowhere to be found. Typical that Leah would be fashionably late. I guess nothing is more uninteresting than getting here early.I smiled at the thought. Here I was, wearing my finest tuxedo, waiting for this girl to arrive so I could walk into my own opening. All this and somehow, I wasn't mad. Rather, I was looking forward to seeing just how she planned to steal the show tonight.Crazy, I know, but that's just what seemed to happen around Leah Garcia.I did offer to pick her up, but she unceremoniously declined. Something about keeping things professional, since her boss would be here tonight. Little did she know that I had no intentions of keeping things professional.As I was lost in thought, I h
*Leah*Cassandra?Who the h*ll is Cassandra?I stared at the red headed beauty who looked at Declan like he had the cure to cancer. She took a seat beside him, completely ignoring my presence, and placed a perfectly manicured hand on his arm. Declan turned away from me for the first time all night and faced the woman.I couldn't see his facial expression, but I bet he was surprised. Why would he be surprised though? Wasn't he in charge of the guest list?"Did you miss me?" she asked, her pupils stained with pure lust.Who was this woman, and why was no one giving me an explanation? Just then, the lights in the room shone on him, gathering our attention."And now let's welcome Declan Samuelson to introduce the designs," the MC announced before Declan could respond.He stared at me apologetically, and got up to address his guests.A moment later, she occupied Declan's vacant seat and stretched out a hand towards me. "Hi, I'm Cassandra Jones." She said it and paused for a bit, pr
On Monday morning, I walked into the office feeling as confused as always. I had managed to get more information about Declan's past, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to dig deeper. I was scared of what I would find out and how it would affect him.Add my completely inappropriate feelings for Declan, and you'd have a perfect soap opera. I had skillfully avoided the subject of my feelings for him because I didn't want to label it. I'd rather refer to it as complicated feelings that I would need to deal with soon.If there's anything, Saturday proved that I needed to stay away from him to sort out my emotions. I couldn't even put my feelings aside so I could get the full story from Cassandra. I had acted like a jealous fox and she had gotten defensive.I sighed, staring at my computer… I had nothing."I'm giving my therapist a call if you sigh one more time," Kevin called out from his desk, earning a death stare from Tracy.The exchange shook me from my thoughts, and I smiled weakly at