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
*Leah*Cassandra?Who the h*ll is Cassandra?I stared at the red headed beauty who looked at Declan like he had the cure to cancer. She took a seat beside him, completely ignoring my presence, and placed a perfectly manicured hand on his arm. Declan turned away from me for the first time all night and faced the woman.I couldn't see his facial expression, but I bet he was surprised. Why would he be surprised though? Wasn't he in charge of the guest list?"Did you miss me?" she asked, her pupils stained with pure lust.Who was this woman, and why was no one giving me an explanation? Just then, the lights in the room shone on him, gathering our attention."And now let's welcome Declan Samuelson to introduce the designs," the MC announced before Declan could respond.He stared at me apologetically, and got up to address his guests.A moment later, she occupied Declan's vacant seat and stretched out a hand towards me. "Hi, I'm Cassandra Jones." She said it and paused for a bit, pr
On Monday morning, I walked into the office feeling as confused as always. I had managed to get more information about Declan's past, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to dig deeper. I was scared of what I would find out and how it would affect him.Add my completely inappropriate feelings for Declan, and you'd have a perfect soap opera. I had skillfully avoided the subject of my feelings for him because I didn't want to label it. I'd rather refer to it as complicated feelings that I would need to deal with soon.If there's anything, Saturday proved that I needed to stay away from him to sort out my emotions. I couldn't even put my feelings aside so I could get the full story from Cassandra. I had acted like a jealous fox and she had gotten defensive.I sighed, staring at my computer… I had nothing."I'm giving my therapist a call if you sigh one more time," Kevin called out from his desk, earning a death stare from Tracy.The exchange shook me from my thoughts, and I smiled weakly at
I sat in the boardroom, my eyes fixed on Cassandra, trying to read her body language."Why do you look so surprised?" Cassandra asked.I stared at her, wondering how to go about this. Cassandra had obviously struck some type of deal with Miranda. I needed to know what it was to decide what to do."I'm not surprised, Cassandra. I'm just wondering what you aim to achieve."She chuckled and leaned forward, resting her hands on the desk. "You can ask, you know. I bet you're really curious," she said, flashing her signature smile.Why did she look so pleased with herself?I cleared my throat and said, "You're aware it's an exposé, which would probably tarnish his image.""Oh, honey, I know everything."My heart skipped a beat. I knew that Cassandra was up to something, but I tried to maintain my composure. "And you're going to tell me what you know?" I raised an eyebrow in skepticism. "Including what happened in 2013?"She rolled her eyes. "Don't act dumb Leah. You know what I'm he
I avoided Declan for the rest of the week, because I wasn't sure how to feel about him. I made up excuses every time he tried to set up a date, and Marcella would shake her head at me disapprovingly, which intensified the guilt I was feeling. My feelings for Declan were so strong that the idea of hurting him seemed to hurt me too.Still, I wasn't sure what to do about the story. I had so many questions. Did Cassandra tell the truth? Was Declan really the type of man to force a woman to get an abortion?I didn't have the chance to really figure things out because Miranda wanted the story out as soon as possible. In fact, she was thrilled when I submitted the first draft on Friday—she even smiled at me for the first time since I started working with her. But that didn't change anything, I felt dirty, and I was beginning to lose myself."I'm just not sure how to face Declan after this," I confided in Marcella as we went through magazines together.Marcella shook her head disapprovingl
*Declan*She was going to be the death of me, I swear.Leah Garcia was like a roller-coaster ride, always taking me on an unpredictable journey. That's what this whole relationship with her was, a very unpredictable journey. She had a way of making me feel alive, yet at the same time, on the verge of insanity. I found myself constantly drawn to her, despite the chaos she brought into my life.As my feelings for her intensified, I found myself doing things I never thought I would. She had me acting out of character, canceling appointments, going away for the weekend on a whim. Her pull towards me was magnetic, and I just couldn't resist.Despite my deep feelings for her, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she was hiding from me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, and that made me uneasy. The fact that she didn't trust me enough was painful in its own right.Regardless of this intense feeling of unrest, I couldn't help but feel protective over her. As I