As we laid in bed, tangled up in each other, I knew that we had finally found our way back to each other. Our past mistakes and misunderstandings were behind us, and were ready to give us another chance.He held me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me as if he never wanted to let me go. I snuggled closer, my head resting against his chest. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and it brought me comfort.I took a deep breath, taking in the familiar scent of him. It was a mixture of his cologne and his natural musk, and it was a scent I had missed desperately. This was where I was meant to be, in his arms, surrounded by his love.The atmosphere was safe and comfortable, but something kept nagging at me. There were still things we hadn't talked about. I knew it might be difficult for him to discuss, but I needed to hear it.I took a deep breath and looked up at him. "I've been meaning to ask you," I said, hesitantly. "What happened after you left that night?""You mea
*Leah*A month later...When it comes to living a fulfilling life, there is nothing quite like indulging in something that you truly love. It brings a sense of joy and contentment that is simply unparalleled. However, the true magic lies in being able to enjoy your passion in an environment that is warm, welcoming and accepting. Whether you are with that special someone or flying solo, there is a unique kind of peace that comes with knowing that you are exactly where you are meant to be.You find peace in your surroundings, in the little things, and you find yourself smiling all the time.Yes, there were times when I missed him, so much that it hurt sometimes, but I was okay with that. Distance makes the heart grow fonder after all. Right now, I was exactly where I was meant to be. In a loving and accepting environment, doing something that brought me pure joy. And that is what life is all about.Of course, getting to this point can be a long and winding journey, full of twists an
I'm not an easy-to-please girl. In fact, I revel in being complicated. It takes a lot to make me happy, and I never settle for anything less. Tonight was no exception, as I aimed for the ultimate experience. I earned it by achieving two major milestones- graduating with honors and landing my dream job in just one year. I deserved a night of celebration.So, I wanted the crème de la crème - the best music, the best drinks, and the best company. I figured a club was the perfect place.But it seems Marcella, my best friend, didn't share the same idea. The club she chose was a total disappointment. The interior looked like my grandma's kitchen, the music was mediocre, and the crowd was bland - not my scene at all.I yearned for the thrill of the thundering bass and the chance to dance with a hot stranger. I sighed for the fifth time that night, and Marcella gave me a remorseful look."I'm sorry, I had no idea it would turn out like this. I've never been here before," she said with pupp
On Friday morning, my bedroom looked like it was recovering from a hurricane attack, and I still hadn't found the perfect outfit. I couldn't stop thinking about him all week; the excitement was enough to keep me up all night. I was up bright and early, planning every single detail for tonight because it had to be perfect.Never had I been so curious about someone, but I knew that I just had to know him. The intensity in his baby blue eyes was about enough to keep me locked in. I was confident enough in my wiles to know that he was definitely into me, but what I wanted to know was what the look in his eyes meant."You're up early," Marcella chimed as I entered the living room.I froze from my position on the floor, sat in the middle of all types of dresses, but nothing just seemed to click."Your room is a mess, Leah. When did you wake up?" "Two hours ago," I responded, inspecting a green dress. "Two hours ago? Why?" "Because we're going out tonight, remember?" I finally looke
I was never one to cry over a guy, not even one I barely knew. But somehow, I found myself weeping on Marcella's lap curled up like a teenage girl on a bad school night. I wasn't even sure why I was crying. What was it about this guy that made it hurt so much? Maybe it was the promise of what could have been between us.We would've looked good together, and it would've been a dream come true to land an amazing job, and the man of my dreams at the same time. Why did I even care so much? I'm Leah Garcia, I NEVER cry over men, and I definitely wouldn't start now.With that resolve, I got up from Marcella's lap, eager to put this all behind me."Are you okay?" she asked, her hands on my back."We have to go shopping. Right now.""What?""We don't have anything to wear to work on Monday.""Leah, it's Friday night. Where could we possibly find anything decent to wear?""Macy's would be open.""Leah, we have the whole weekend to find something to wear to work. We don't have to do it
My first week at work wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Miranda mostly ignored my existence, along with most of the other staff members. She seemed to love being mysterious because she never explained my assignments, but I had learned to embrace the uninterested gaze she always threw at me. After all, it was better than nothing.I had also changed my wardrobe. I shouldn't be wasting such beautiful outfits on people that clearly don't appreciate it. Unfortunately, that meant I had to settle for regular jeans and a shirt. However, I decided to spice it up a bit.For instance, last Wednesday, I paired my jeans with a classy ribbed zip up top. Today, I had chosen a green silk top to compliment my black jeans. I knew I got looks for upgrading their drab sense of style; you're welcome.Tracy, Kevin and I had become the three musketeers at work. We had a daily ritual of sitting in the break room for 20 minutes to judge everyone that comes in. It was the perfect relief I needed after
I stared at him dumbfounded. I didn't think I'd see him again, much less at my office. He hadn't registered my presence yet, but the red-head seated beside him seemed to, because she got up as I walked toward them."Are you from Miranda's office?" she asked me.I looked at him again. This time, his eyes met mine and I watched as his face moved in recognition. So, he remembered me. I had made up excuses for him in my head. Maybe he didn't show up because he was too drunk to remember, maybe he didn't remember what I looked like.Except, from the look on his face, he remembered alright. I could see the guilt in his eyes as he quickly avoided eye contact with me.But what was he doing here? Who's the redhead, and why were they looking for Miranda?Then it clicked. Samuel? Samuelson Inc? Could he be? No, he can't be. That was too far fetched. There's no way I met the CEO of an exclusive fashion brand at a club. That's impossible."Could she be the reason he didn't show up that night?"
The rest of my day passed by in a flurry. I tried so hard to focus on my work, but I couldn't stop myself from throwing longing glances at Miranda's office, secretly hoping that I could see him before he left. However, I had made my stand. If he was going to apologize, it was going to be on my terms.He couldn't just say sorry and everything would be okay, especially when I had started to open myself to other possibilities. My mind was a tangled web, and I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to untangle it.I avoided Mike for the rest of the day, unsure of my feelings for him. I didn't want to confuse him with any mindless flirtation or sultry glances. I hid in my corner like a coward, and I slithered home smoothly."Nice work Leah," I thought to myself.When I got home, I tossed my bag aside and I laid on the floor, my legs splayed out beneath me."Tough day?" Marcella asked, coming in from the kitchen with a tall glass of iced tea."The toughest. You would not believe what happ