“Hey, Beautiful.” Aria smiled wide at the greeting and her nerves eased a little, he seemed to be in a good mood, which meant that the sudden news of dinner with her parents would go down just fine.“Hello to you too, Mr Cheery.” She teased, enjoying when he laughed.“Can a man simply not be happy to hear from his gorgeous girlfriend?” Her grin widened, leaving it to him to make her heart do a happy dance. “It’s a little suspicious, but I’ll let it slide because what I’m about to say might make you change your mind about hearing from me.” Deagan remained quiet and she took that as her cue to continue.“I was ambushed by my parents this morning, they want to meet you.” She held her breath.

Aria hummed quietly as she sorted through the paperwork on her desk, she was preparing the files relating to the accounts that Lawrence would be taking over, she felt excited to hand them over to him. “Hey boss lady, I’m back from lunch, do you need anything from me?” Lawrence popped his head in the door and with a smile, she beckoned him in. “Have a seat.” He frowned at the mess on her table, he wasn’t a huge fan of the chaos she created while working and sorting through things. “How do you even know what’s going on here?” He grimaced as she dug under three files for a pile she made earlier.“It’s organised chaos my dear friend, plus they say that intelligent people are messier.” S

Deagan walked up to the door of Aria’s house with a lump lodged in his throat and hope in his bleeding heart. His shaky fists landed three knocks on the wood, he knew she’d be expecting him and he was hoping she’d calmed down enough in the last few hours to let him explain things to her. “Aria, Baby, please open the door?” Deagan pleaded, leaning his forehead against the door.He heard footsteps growing closer and stood upright waiting for her to open, but the action never came. “I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but I’m pleading with you to give me five minutes. Just let me explain.” On the other side of the door, Aria leaned against the handle, contemplating whether to let him in. 

“Aria Gray’s office,” Lawrence answered Aria’s office phone while she sorted through her filing cabinet.“Morning, you’re speaking to Andrew King, is Miss Gray in?” Hearing his voice Aria placed the files in hand down on the counter and nodded at Lawrence. “Yes, hold on a moment please.” Aria walked over to the desk and took the receiver from the hook. “Mr King, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Aria answered happily. “Oh I thought we were in the very least closer than that, please call me Andrew.” Aria chuckled.“Fine, fine. What can I do for you, Andrew?” Andrew grinned on the other end of the line, ignoring the daggers

Deagan spent two weeks in Mumbai, trying and failing to come to any solid conclusion of why things just weren’t working out at the shipyard, but alas he needed to come home.He stepped out of the airport, feeling relieved at the cool air that touched his skin. Mumbai is a great place filled with a wonderful culture and amazing food, but the weather was a curse. He noticed the red Ford Grenada before the person leaning against it spotted him, he wondered for a second how she got the keys to his car before a bitter reminder that she was too friendly with Andrew kicked in. Aria was the last person he expected to see waiting for him outside the airport, in fact, he was fully prepared to take a cab to his apartment and spend his evening relaxing with a beer in hand and too many thoughts on his mind. &ld