Semua Bab SOAR WITH ME: Bab 11 - Bab 20

#Chapter 11 EvelynThe bouncer eyes Yasmine a second longer than the rest of us, but Ivan glares at him and he's flickering his gaze around in the next second."Thanks." Yasmine kisses Ivan's cheek and he grins in a way that reminds me of Miles. They both have similar energy.Entering the club we are swamped with hot and heavy bodies and music thrumming through the floor and walls. Everything is vibrating with ferocity. The room is flashing with red light, which bounces off the shimmering mirror balls scattered across the ceiling. They look magical and for a second I watch them revolve in the air. "Take my hand girls." Ivan drives us through the thick crowd and stops at the bar where drinks are being served in rapid succession. A bunch of bartenders are moving around behind the counter mixing liquids and pouring them into tiny glasses. They look professional and skilled."The drinks are on me." Yasmine and I are about to protest but Ivan gets lost in the sea of people

#Chapter 13 Evelyn"This one's for calling her a bitch." Warren barely gives him a second to hold his ground when he strikes him again, this time landing a hit to the jaw.The guy spits out drops of blood on the sidewalk and then glares at me but Warren stands in front of me before his hungry rageful stare can meet mine."Don't look at her." Ivan slumps on the ground and I rush to him and take his arm and wrap it around me, using my other arm to circle his waist."Let's get you home, Van." I help him to his car and close the passenger seat. I make sure to turn on the AC for him and give him a bottle of water to drink. Luckily he doesn't protest. But his silence bothers me.I'm searching the parking lot to find Warren and thank him when he summons himself in front of me. His green eyes wash over my entire body and the stare alone sets my nerves abuzz with fierce energy. His gaze is drinking in every detail of my dress and even though we're feet apart, I can feel

#Chapter 15 WarrenPaul has been my housekeeper for five years. Back when I started the company and lived in a cheap apartment, he was there to make me food and keep my place clean.When you're a businessman, each minute is worth something. And I didn't want to waste it by pondering over what to cook for dinner or spending an hour at a laundromat. It cost me quite some money to hire him, but it was worth it. I wouldn't be here if I hadn't made that decision. Connor mocked me for months about hiring Paul, but when I founded my headquarters and spent a fortune building it, Connor agreed that I wasn't stupid after all.My alarm wakes me up and I hit the gym where I exercise for an hour and then take a quick shower. By the time I put on a suit and stroll into the kitchen, Paul is already frying eggs with his yellow spatula."Morning Paul," I greet quietly."Morning Mr. Archer. How was your night?" I can't wipe off the smile that splits my lips."Looks like you ha

#Chapter 17 EvelynMemories are so powerful. It takes just one to slide into your mind for an army of them to follow. Your thoughts, ideas, plans–practically everything fades into obscurity when you begin to remember. One after another, flashback of reels and photo albums play in your mind, each memory kindling a different emotion.That's how I find myself in my office on Monday. My laptop is open in front of me, but I'm somewhere else, stuck in another time and feeling emotions long past. Warren has appeared twice in my life now and so far he's done nothing but coil bitterness inside of me. The venom that flows in my blood never dissolves or slips through the front I put up–I never let it. The cold and silent side of me doesn't exist anymore. Long gone are the days I acted with brutality and animosity. That's not who I am. Not anymore.I believe everyone has darkness in them. Some conceal it better, while others don't. I'm in the former category. The past and it

#Chapter 19 WarrenArcher Enterprises took years of hard work and persistence to make it a big name in the world of architecture. Where there are millions of companies in the race, it's difficult to stand out and attract potential buyers, investors, and clients. Being an architect isn't an easy job from any angle. There are lots of sleepless nights, hours of brainstorming to come up with creative and possible ideas, hiring the right crew, selecting the right interior designer, and supervising the materials that lay the foundation of the artwork you're working to turn from paper to reality. In a world full of competition, winning is all that matters and so far I've been at the top of the game. Superior to the other contestants who are just as hungry for the position as me. Putting away my empty mug of coffee I decide to get some work done. But the decision crumbles to nothing when my best friend barges inside throwing the 'knocking mannerism' out my eight hundred and