Giselle's POV :HOW DARE HE! He thinks he can touch me however he wants?! UGH! I looked at myself in the mirror and my cheeks were tinged pink and my hair was a little messed up. I combed my hair with my fingers and headed out.I went back to the table and sat down. Michael smirked.He put his hands behind his head and looked from Alvador to me.He started, "Soo.......did I miss something back there.""NO!" I replied instantly"Well, well, well, something most definitely did happen by the look on your face. Your face is flushed, your hair is hand combed and your clothes are kinda messed up." He winked at the end."Stop! My face is flushed because it's hot. My hair got messed up in the wind, so I fixed it. I just went to the washroom, how do you think my clothes would be? "Okaaay, since you're saying. Oh yeah

Giselle's POV :I woke up early the next morning. I hopped into the shower and came to a conclusion. I never really loved Travis. Sure, I liked him, but I guess not in a romantic way. I never felt nervous around, nor have I ever felt butterflies in my stomach around him. I hope I find a man in my life who gives me intense feelings. Moreover, Travis was never on my mind 24/7.He was just okay as my friend. Nothing more, nothing less. After I came to that realization, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.I wrapped myself in a towel and rummaged through my clothes. I settled for a lavender button up shirt, white mini skirt that reached my knees, my brown chelsea boots and my brown sling bag.I pulled my hair into a sleek ponytail and put on my lip balm. I took my CV and hailed a taxi. I showed him the address and when I arrived there, my mouth was open. Th

Giselle's POV :For the next two months, I always wore full clothes that covered my whole body and I always side-braided my hair. Everything went smoothly. I warmed up to him. He didn't and I don't know what he refers to me as, but I guess it's safe to say he's my acquaintance as well as my boss. I also learned that something had happened to him. It's like his girlfriend cheated on him or something like that.There's actually a business gathering tonight at some hotel and I should really start dating someone. Travis is never on my mind anymore and all I wish for him is that he finds happiness.Nowadays, even though I made friends at my office, I still feel like I'm missing something. My mom is always asking me about my love life and she seriously thinks I need to get married. I mean 25 is not that old right?I hope I'll meet someone tonight and tonight, I will take up all the danc

Giselle's POV :Two months later:Even after two months, I still can't get him to open up. I guess I've made a 0.05% progress. The charity events became common and I think half my wardrobe is filled with fancy dresses. I totally forgot and don't care about Travis. My hair became longer. The whole world seems to change, but Tito doesn't change.Tonight is another charity event and my boss donates a lot of money for anything related to children. There was once a charity organization for children suffering from leukemia and he donated 10 million pounds! That's a truck load of money.He actually picks me up at charity events and drops me. I never dropped him again. He stuck to his word on no drinking. He lets me off early at every charity event. Because of these events, he gets more business partners.I got ready and waited downstairs for him. I like him. In

Giselle's POV :When I came out of the bathroom, I saw the post it note crumpled on the ground. The tray hadn't even been touched and he left. Geez! Bipolar much? Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed? I guess he's angry at himself for breaking his 'no drinking' promise that he made.I got dressed and headed to work. At least I got enough sleep in this job. When I reached there, I greeted everyone and knocked on my boss's door to make him aware of my presence. I knocked, but there was no response, but there was no response, so I walked in and couldn't believe it.But, my eyes don't deceive me. People do. He was kissing a girl, he was deeply involved in it that he didn't even realize that someone was in the room. I didn't know what was worst. Walking in on him or watching him do it senselessly and carelessly. I want to run away from here, but I can't bring myself to move.Whe