Semua Bab To Love Again: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Marissa's POVI blinked my eyes open slowly. Light filtered in through a source that I struggled to find. My heart began beating rapidly.Where was I? The walls of this place were unfamiliar, and so was the bed that I lay in. I felt my heart constrict in fear as I tried to remember what had happened last night.I lay still, but my eyes darted frantically around the room in search of a clue. They rested on a picture frame on the bedside table and I breathed a sigh of relief.It was a photo of the Kingston's. I knew because I had seen this exact photograph on his office table.Wait… what did this mean? I was in his room? What was I doing in his room!? I jumped up to a sitting position, and let out a small yelp.My head felt heavy as a rock. Oh shit! How many glasses of wine had I taken last night again? I held my head in both hands and slowly rose from the bed.It was at this time that I noticed the clothes. I was wearing a pair of shorts that hung loosely from my waist and fell to my

Marissa's POVI looked at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time that day. Anthony and I had agreed to meet at 2, because that was the time for my lunch break.I wasn't eager to see him. I hadn't seen him since that morning when I signed the divorce papers that he handed me and packed my things out of the house.I wasn't sure what his plan was, but I knew Anthony enough to know that he had a plan, and that was why he'd asked that we meet. Regardless of whatever his plan was, though, my mind was made up. Anthony and I were done. I wasn't going back.I hadn't seen much of Mr Kingston today. He had been closeted in his office dealing with some work, and had asked to be left alone. That was even better for me. It meant that he wouldn't miss me when I left to meet Anthony.Yes, it was my lunch break, but sometimes, he needed me to do some work even at that time, and I either got to go for lunch much later or I just didn't go at all.I didn't mind much, really. I ate lunch at the office cafet

Marissa's POV The lawyer that Mr Kingston connected me with was a lifesaver. He was kind, and he listened to me. At first, I wondered how he'd managed to make his reputation as a ruthless divorce lawyer but soon got the answer to my question when he sent the first notice to Anthony.There was very little room for negotiation. And while I said I didn't care whether or not I got Anthony's money, Mr Thatcher cared very much.Mr Kingston and I had gotten more comfortable around each other since the crying incident three days ago. The way that he'd handled the situation that day had taken my respect for him to a whole new level, but for him, it seemed to have made him kinder where I was concerned. Now, as I finished editing the final draft of his keynote address at the entrepreneurial workshop, I forwarded it to him and awaited a response. He was usually fast with his responses, but not this time.After an hour had passed, I got up and headed to his office. It was locked. That was strang

I swallowed deeply as my eyes traveled down his body. He was.. gorgeous. The man was built like a Greek god. My eyes lingered a little longer than it ought to on his lower body, and I swallowed inaudibly. He cleared his throat suddenly and I almost jumped out of my skin. “Oh my God! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!” I said and ran out the bathroom.Outside, I paced. What was wrong with me? Why did I just stand there, staring? God, this was so embarrassing.Jordan stepped out of the bathroom and into the room with a robe wrapped around his body, and I immediately pulled myself together. “I'm sorry for….”He brushed it off with a wave of hands before I could complete the statement.“Do you need help?” I asked, taking a step forward, but again, he refused.“Nah, I'm good."Slowly, he made his way to the bed. I waited for him to settle into it before speaking.“What happened in there?" I asked, pointing in the direction of the bathroom. He shrugged. "I don't know. I got a little dizzy, rested

Jordan's POVI watched the car zoom off with a stupid smile on my face. She had blushed and smiled prettily when I thanked her.I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew one thing for sure. I liked Marissa as a lot more than just an employee.She wasn't my usual type. She was kind and homely, far from the models and actresses I was used to associating with, and what with the issue with her ex husband who wasn't yet her ex husband, she certainly came with a lot of baggage.Not that I was looking to do anything about the way that I felt, but I was just saying, she was a very attractive woman. She was short. 5’7 at best, what she lacked in height, she made up for in curves. She had a heart shaped face and her eyes were a very light shade of brown. Her auburn shoulder length hair was wavy, and she had very, very attractive lips.As I thought of these things in my head, I mentally chided myself about the downsides of sleeping with an employee. That was never a good idea. It was something