*Declan*She was going to be the death of me, I swear.Leah Garcia was like a roller-coaster ride, always taking me on an unpredictable journey. That's what this whole relationship with her was, a very unpredictable journey. She had a way of making me feel alive, yet at the same time, on the verge of insanity. I found myself constantly drawn to her, despite the chaos she brought into my life.As my feelings for her intensified, I found myself doing things I never thought I would. She had me acting out of character, canceling appointments, going away for the weekend on a whim. Her pull towards me was magnetic, and I just couldn't resist.Despite my deep feelings for her, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was hiding from me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, and that made me uneasy. The fact that she didn't trust me enough was painful in its own right.Regardless of this intense feeling of unrest, I couldn't help but feel protective over her. As I
*Leah*I stared at his retreating back, suppressing the urge to pull him back. There was no need to hurry, I had the whole weekend to flirt with Declan."Sh*t," I cursed, as I realized that I still hadn't called Marcella. For all she knew, I was seeing Declan briefly at a restaurant close to our apartment. Frantically, I rushed back to the bedroom and picked up my phone to call her.It was dead!Sh*t.I needed to find a charger, since Declan didn't give me time to bring mine. He hadn't given me a full tour of the house, so I didn't know my way around. If anyone knew where things were, it'd be Mrs. Thompson. But first, I had to find her.There was no one in the hallway when I stepped out of the room. I walked slowly, trying to retrace the steps I took with Declan, so I could find the living room."Hello, Miss Garcia," a voice said.I turned around quickly to find a woman coming from the other end of the hallway. She looked to be in her mid-fifties. She seemed soft and welcoming,
I reached up, pulling him closer. I rubbed my body against his, loving how hard and manly he felt against me. The force of the kiss knocked me over, and I lost my footing. Declan caught me swiftly. "Sorry," he mouthed.I shook my head, indicating that it was okay and reached up to kiss him again. His hands made their way to my waist, and I automatically arched towards him, giving him the perfect opportunity to explore my curves.He growled slowly, his fingers digging into my waist as he pulled me even closer. My body shook from intense desire. His hands were like fire on my skin, the kisses he left on my neck sent cold shivers down my spine trickling down and creating a pool in between my legs.I squished my thighs together, wishing he would touch me there.Finally, his hands trailed down my body teasingly. He caressed my legs, running his fingers up my inner thighs. I gasped and clutched his hand for support."I've got you," he whispered against my lips. His hands trailed higher,
*Leah*My life had taken a pretty dramatic turn a month ago. I'd been extremely stressed and anxious, but for the first time in weeks, I was completely calm, which was new to me. My mind was at peace; in fact, I was happy.I could only think of one thing – Declan and his incredible hands. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had used them to make my body writhe in pleasure during the shower we took just a few minutes ago.I quickly got dressed, eager to find Declan and bask in the afterglow of the wonderful experience we had just shared. However, I realized I had no idea which room was his, as we had spent most of our time in the guest room, or on the deck. So, I decided to embark on a barefooted journey around the house in search of him.As I walked, I felt the coolness of the floor beneath my feet, and the gentle breeze caressed my skin, adding to my feeling of serenity. I listened closely, hoping to hear his voice and follow it to his room. After a few moments of wandering, I h
We spent the rest of the day holed up in the guest room. I had managed to put all intrusive thoughts at the back of my mind and fully focus on Declan. I was all in.Declan seemed to appreciate that because he became more attentive than ever. He kissed me every time he laid his eyes on me, making my heart flutter. He held me every chance he'd get, like he'd never let go.We barely slept that night. We didn't stand a chance against the soft bed that was definitely made for long, hard nights. Wanting more, I woke up in the middle of the night and touched him subtly. He was soundly asleep, so I had all the time in the world to run my hands along his body.Before I knew it, he growled and pushed me under him, releasing himself in my tight, wet heat. Only after that did we finally find sleep.The next morning, he brought breakfast to me which consisted of pancakes and bacon. We tried to focus on the food, but as I took a bite of the second bite, Declan began running kisses down my neck.
"So, you didn't get your daily dose of your super client, you must be having withdrawals," Marcella said, a smug look on her face.I rolled my eyes at the lame joke; I was in no way addicted to him. After yesterday, I needed some time away from him to clear my head. I might have made some promises, but after having time to think about it, I realized that we both needed to stay away from each other, so I could figure out what to do about Cassandra and a way to keep my job.However, he was not the easiest man to resist. Resisting him at all took a lot of self-control and I didn't think I had much left. So, I was going to bury myself in work and not think about him. Right after I read this really short article about his extra-curricular activities. Maybe I am a little addicted.I felt Marcella's eyes on me and looked up at her. "What do you want?" I asked spitefully."Oh, nothing, just making sure you're okay," she said.I narrowed my eyes at her, but went back to what I was readin
"So, are we going to talk about yesterday, or…?" Marcella said, handing me a cup of coffee.I sipped slowly, wishing the drama in my life moved slowly as well. I glared at her as I rubbed the back of my neck; sleep had escaped me last night. I had spent the night stuck in my head, trying to figure out what to do."I hate to say I told you so, but I do remember telling you so," she said, tapping my shoulder.I swiped her hand off, not in the mood to hear that right now. "You can gloat later. My life is going to pieces.""Okay, okay. I'm sorry," she said, pulling out the bar stool beside me. She placed her coffee cup on the kitchen counter and turned to me. "What are you going to do?""I don't know. I have no f*cking idea." I turned to Marcella, my voice breaking. "I don't want to hurt him, Marcy, I really don't.""It's alright.""No, it's not alright. Things are going to sh*t, and I have no control over it.""Calm down, Leah. Let's figure this out together." She placed a hand o
*Declan*I sat alone in my dimly lit apartment, cradling a glass of whiskey, my mind consumed by the thoughts of Leah Garcia. She had taken control of my mind, body and soul. There was nothing I could do about it. I had no choice but to let her fire consume me, and now I'd gotten burned.Even though she had walked all over my heart repeatedly, if she walked through my door right now, I would be at her feet again. I took a bitter sip of my drink, trying to distract myself with alcohol. My 'relationship' with Leah definitely didn't go how I wanted it to.I was tired of her constant games, lies and inability to trust me enough to tell me whatever it was that was bothering her. I poured my heart out to her on numerous occasions, bared my soul, and yet she still remained elusive. For as hard as I tried, I couldn't get a solid hold of her.But she had managed to get a solid hold of my heart. So solid that it hurt whenever she pulled away from me.I sat on the edge of my couch, staring b