*Declan*Leah f*cking Garcia.She had a way of messing with my senses. I knew it from the first night we met, the way she looked at me like I belonged to her. The way her brown eyes drew me in, not giving me a chance to use my brain.There's a subtle way she carries herself that's so alluring; so much confidence and surety, but also softness. The pant suit she wore today accentuated her curves and I couldn't help but stare.Even when she refused to look at me, or raised her chin at me, all I wanted to do was pull her into me.Her intrusive questions and stubborn nature frustrated me to no end, but still I wanted her.Before I knew it, she was trying to run away from me. I chased after her, wondering why she was acting differently. If I knew anything about Leah Garcia, it was that she never ran, but today she couldn't even hold my gaze.I pinned her against the door, not wanting to give her a chance to escape. My eyes lowered to her bottom lip. I could feel the desire coursing th
My alarm clock blared, jolting me out of my slumber. I groaned and rolled out of bed reluctantly. I couldn't help the feeling of dread that enveloped me at the thought of the day's events.Marcella had stayed up with me last night, trying to make me feel better. Unfortunately, her long speech expired the moment I opened my eyes.I got ready for work grudgingly. I picked out black jeans and a black knitted sweater, letting my true emotions shine through."Remember to smile today," Marcella called out to me as I walked out of the apartment.I arrived at the office still feeling grumpy and out of sorts. As I made my way to my desk, I spotted Mike standing idly by. I groaned internally; I couldn't deal with this right now.He looked up and smiled. "Good morning, Leah, feeling better?" he asked, trying to strike up a conversation."I'm fine, thanks," I replied, trying to brush him off subtly. I didn't want to talk to anyone, let alone him.From the corner of my eye, I could see Trac
The strong stench of shame clung to me as I stumbled back home. I couldn't believe what I had done. Leah Garcia never ran from anybody, ever. So, what was that? I had become someone I didn't recognize. Making deals with the devil, kissing clients, running away shamelessly? I might as well dye my hair green and get a face tattoo."Marcy," I called as I entered the apartment, desperately hoping she was home. I barged into her room, and found her sitting on her bed, going through some files.She looked up at me briefly, obviously finding what she was reading more interesting. "Hi, tiger, how was work today?"I groaned loudly and plopped down on her bed. "It was tragic.""You need to talk, don't you?"Nodding, I said, "I barely got through the rest of the day without you."She took off her glasses and pushed the files aside. "What's going on?""I kissed Declan again.""What?"I flinched at the shock in her voice, but quickly filled her in on how the 'professional' interview ended
I woke up the next day with a familiar feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. As hard as I tried to dismiss it, it didn't go away. It stayed with me for most of the day, especially when I arrived at the office.My heart almost beat out of my chest every time I saw Miranda, and I jumped anytime someone said my name, scaring off Tracy and Kevin in the process. Unfortunately, my anxiety wasn't enough to scare off Miranda and Mike.Going out with Declan was a tricky situation. He wanted to pick me up from the office, and I didn't want Miranda or anyone else to see him. So, I asked him to pick me up a few blocks away from the office.I stared at the clock impatiently, eager to be on my way. Declan would be here in an hour and my nerves were getting the best of me. My mind traveled to last night, reminding me of how I'd initiated the kiss. I didn't quite understand what it was about Declan that was just so alluring.He was the only man that made it impossible for me to resist him. Th
We talked about our families for most of the evening. He grew up in New York, and had a magical childhood filled with love and lots of adventures. It was similar to mine except the adventures part. They moved to LA when he was twelve, so his father could be close to work. He talked about his brother who was a doctor, now based in London.I told him about my parents. Being an only child, there wasn't much to share. It had always been just me and my parents. I didn't travel to fancy places, or have vacations in different countries each year. I spoke a bit about what my parents did: my dad was a banker, while my mom was a florist. The house always smelled like roses, and that was a memory I was particularly fond of.He listened attentively, asking me questions. Declan seemed to be genuinely interested in me, because he asked specific questions about my childhood."Are you happy?" he asked, suddenly.I was taken aback by his question. "You mean right now?""No. Generally, with life. A
Declan Samuelson had a way of bringing out the best in me. I had been in an exceptional mood since our picnic date two days ago. I even smiled at Miranda when she gave me her signature death stare.He wasn't one to disappear on a girl after a date either. Declan had checked up on me periodically, calling, texting and even sending flowers. I wasn't sure I deserved him.I had temporarily forgotten about the story, but I had to be in Miranda's office soon for a full report, and I didn't have anything to give her.I got a sense of déjà vu every time I walked into Miranda's office, because it always went the same way. I'd sit down with a scowl on my face, give a report she didn't want, she'd yell at me and I'd leave with an even bigger scowl.Let's get this over with, I thought as I made my way to Miranda's office."Miranda?" Tracy mouthed when I passed her desk.I nodded, and she offered me a sympathetic smile.As always, Miranda had her eyes on her computer. So, I took a seat and w
*Declan*The last couple of months have been rough. Several hours a day were spent strategizing and drawing up plans for the company, but we're almost done; the official launch is on Saturday.I stood by the window in my office on the top floor of Samuelson Inc, overlooking the sprawling metropolis underneath. This view reminded me of the longest conversation I'd had with my father.It was his office before mine, and even with all the upgrades I had made, it still felt like all I had to do was turn around and I'd find him sitting in his brown leather arm chair, scrutinizing me with those all-knowing eyes."You see all this," he said to me, barely 12-year- old, pointing out the window. "This is the power of innovation and grit. You have to constantly prove yourself or you become yesterday's trash. I do my bit, and it may be your turn to hold the mantle sometime soon."Well, Saturday will be my debut.I glanced at my watch. It was still early in the morning. I shook my head and foc
*Declan*The night of the launch had finally arrived, and I couldn't say I was excited to share my designs with the world. The only thing I could look forward to was holding the beautiful Leah by my side tonight, but it seemed I would be waiting still. It was 5:28 pm and my date was nowhere to be found. Typical that Leah would be fashionably late. I guess nothing is more uninteresting than getting here early.I smiled at the thought. Here I was, wearing my finest tuxedo, waiting for this girl to arrive so I could walk into my own opening. All this and somehow, I wasn't mad. Rather, I was looking forward to seeing just how she planned to steal the show tonight.Crazy, I know, but that's just what seemed to happen around Leah Garcia.I did offer to pick her up, but she unceremoniously declined. Something about keeping things professional, since her boss would be here tonight. Little did she know that I had no intentions of keeping things professional.As I was lost in thought, I h