Raquel’s POV "So tell me, what do you find attractive in a guy?"  "Get a mirror and you'll see." I replied. "I know you know that you are good looking and I find that attractive."  "So good looks, is what attracts you to a guy." He started shaking his head. "I don't believe you." "I use my eyes to find what I'm attracted to. Besides, being attracted to someone based on their physical appearance is normal. Men are attractive to beautiful women all the time. You men turn your heads when you see someone attractive." I pointed out. "Point taken." He replied, smiling at me. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "What do you think?" "If you have a boyfriend he would never let you leave his sight."  "Really? He left me. One day he just disappeared and I was left waiting for him like an idiot."  "He is an idiot." He exclaimed. "So this means that you have no boyfriend then." 

Sacha and Samuel were opposites. Sacha is someone that always does what he wants to do and Samuel is someone who always does what is being expected of him. At the age of fifteen Sacha already knew what he wanted. He loved music and he enjoyed going to parties. He didn't want to work for the family business. At the age of seventeen he asked for his trust fund and decided to start living on his own. He enjoyed his life and he didn't care that he wasn't with his family. He thinks that they are limiting him. He continued to attend school while working as a DJ. He was having the time of his life. Samuel keeps bugging him and asking him to go back home. He shows up in his place unannounced all the time. He shows up during family events and holidays. After he graduated from high school he studied music. He moved out of New York and moved to Los Angeles. His father wasn't proud of his choice to study music and no one from his family showed up during his graduation. Since then he stopped an

Raquel’s POV "Your lying." Raquel screamed hysterically. "He is not dead." "I'm sorry but I am telling the truth. Sacha is dead."  "No." I kept yelling and crying. "Just tell me we are over. Just tell me you don't love me. Tell me you left me because you think I'm pathetic. Please..." I begged, kneeling in front of him. "Stop crying. I'm sorry." Samuel embraced her. "I don't need your pity." I slapped him repeatedly. "Tell me why... why are you doing this to me. I love you. You meant the world to me." "I know that this is hard for you to hear but you have to accept the truth. I am not Sacha. Sacha is dead." "No..." I cried. "I waited for you. I have been waiting every single day. I can't live without you. The thought of you coming back is the only thing that kept me going. Please... please..." Then everything else became dark. "Here..." Stephanie handed me a glass of water when I woke up. "You can

Raquel’s POV I like Claudette. She is really friendly and nice. Rustin, I am definitely intrigued. He is good looking and I can see why girls fall for him. He is like a real life magazine model who came out of the magazine cover. He looks rugged but in a perfect hot sexy way. I just don't like the way he is talking to me. Plus, the fact that he hooks up with girls he barely knows raise a red flag for me. He might have slept with Claire which is a deal breaker. "Oh, hi. Here is your laptop." Claudette handed it to me. "Are you ready or do you still need to get ready?" "I just need a few minutes. Come in." "Wow. I didn't realize you are here to work. I thought you were on vacation." She stated while looking at my drafts scattered on the table and the floor. "I have deadlines to meet and being here seems to do the trick because I was able to create a draft." I replied proudly as I was finishing my make-up.  "Thanks f

Raquel’s POVThe way he was looking at me made me feel uneasy. He was looking at me like I was the only thing that he could see. No one had ever looked at me that way before. He wasn't sending butterflies to my stomach or making my knees feel like jelly. It makes me see him. I can't explain it but it was like he wanted me to see his soul and wanted me to really see him for who he is. He moved closer to me and lifted my head so I was staring in his eyes. I moved back and my back hit the wall. I was basically trapped and I had no way to go. I knew what was going to happen and I was excited. He touched my lips with his thumb and I closed my eyes. I felt him moving closer and finally his lips touched mine. I opened my eyes when I felt him move away. I bit my lips and looked at his lips. What the hell was he doing? I would never pass that as a kiss. It was like a light brush of his lips to mine. He smiled at me and kissed me li