My anger dulls a little as I walk away and focus on work. I saw a myriad of emotions flash through his dark brown eyes, anyone else would miss them as it is very subtle, and he hides behind his anger very well. But I see it all, surprise, desire, pain, bitterness and finally, anger takes prominence. It’s the flash of pain that shocks me most and I find myself wondering how deep that goes. He was such a nice, albeit awkward boy when we were growing up, he had a sweetness that he rarely revealed to the adults. But when he was around the horses, I noticed that they instantly responded positively to his presence. What happened to you Lance, to change you so much? I take a moment to recall his physical appearance, and I must admit he is fit. He has bulked out a bit but not too much, he always had a slim build, perfect for horse riding. His clothes hug his muscles nicely and his trousers hang on his hips in just the right way. His gorgeous dark ebo

How dare she speak to me in that way?! I throw a paperweight across the room, and it hits the opposite wall leaving a dent. Why is everyone being so disrespectful?! I pick up an ornament and throw that as well, all I can think of is the way she spoke to me and my rage keeps growing, which is why I have been trashing my office for the last few hours. “I’m here.” I hear from below my window and for a moment I think they are speaking to me. I walk over to my window, and I see Rayne has come out of the front doors and is walking over to three of the workers I met earlier. They climb into a car, and all seem to be heading somewhere to have a good time and my blood boils. How dare she go out with a group of men! Shocked by the direction my thoughts are going I turn away from the scene and take some files from one of the cabinets she sent over. Sitting down at my desk I begin reading and recording ev

Once again, we find ourselves in a shouting match, I genuinely came out to thank him for such a good job. How did it come to this again? For a brief moment when I hugged him, I felt like I was a teenager again, except for the way my body reacted to his. I felt warm and tingly being pressed against him, but his reaction was the opposite of my own. The way he stiffened at my touch sent a sharp jolt through me as though I had been stabbed. I never expected that he would dislike my touch so much, nevertheless, I decided to respect his personal space and create some distance. Seeing him relax instantly, further drives the knife into my heart but I hide it from him. I can’t hold back my anger when he begins to berate the staff for not knowing what to do. “Because you fired Tobias!” He freezes for a moment before finally responding to my outburst. “What?” That one word is his only response, and it infuriates me further.

She is driving me insane with her stubbornness, it’s painfully clear that she is worn out from moving her things, and yet she is insisting on working regardless. I respect her commitment, but I can’t bear to see her running herself down and it’s confusing to me, as I don’t know why I care so damned much. Having her standing in front of me, in only a towel further adds to my frustrations, because it barely hides her figure, and I am insanely attracted to her right now. Her red hair is wet and trailing down her back, but it’s clear she towelled it off before coming out, as it’s not dripping. A few stray drops of water cover her tanned skin and I have an urge to lick them off. Her toned long legs are bare to my eye, and I cannot help but imagine, how it would feel to have them wrapped around my waist. My body moves closer to hers, subconsciously and hers responds, by moving back until she is against the wall, with nowhere to go. Having her trapped in fro

After what happened in my room that morning and helping Lance into the house that night after he returned so drunk, he could barely stand, I keep my focus on working in the yard and avoiding him. Focusing on work is the only way to distract me from thoughts of how his touch felt on my skin. I have never experienced anything like it and when I consider that he is the first man I have ever been intimate with in that way, I feel a mix of exhilaration and sadness. I need to move on past him or he is going to succeed in breaking me. That intimate moment in my room weighs heavy in my heart. I messed up, I let down my guard and did the one thing I swore not to do. But his reaction still came as a shock, I never expected him to be so cold toward me afterwards. The more I think about it the worse I feel because no matter how perfect the moment was, it hasn’t changed anything between us for the better. So, no more feeling sorry for myself. I cannot let