The soft light of the morning streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the disheveled sheets of the bed. I pulled the sheets closer to cover my naked body, resting my head on Declan's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.Last night was more than what I expected. I hadn't expected much when I made the decision to come here, but I was glad I did. Even though I had hurt him on multiple occasions, Declan still opened his heart to me.I propped myself up on an elbow so I could stare at him. He laid on his back, eyes closed, a contented smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I smiled in return, staring down at him with pure adoration. My heart was filled with so much affection for this man.We had talked for hours throughout the night, and had explored each other's bodies until the early hours of the morning. I moaned softly at the thought of all the activities we had engaged in.At the sound, Declan opened his eyes. "Good morning, Tiger," he said, his vo
As the day dragged on, time seemed to crawl at an unbearable speed, each moment feeling like an eternity. The weight of the impending story hung heavily on my mind, casting a dark cloud over everything else. All I could think about was how to stop Miranda from publishing it, how to prevent the inevitable fallout that would follow.I sat at my desk, my thoughts spiraling out of control, consumed by fear and desperation. "It's too late," a voice inside my head whispered.No! I'm not going to accept that. It's not too late. I can't let this happen. I can't lose Declan over this, not after all the effort I put into getting him back.The question was, what could I do? How could I possibly persuade Miranda to change her mind? I racked my brain, searching for a solution, but nothing seemed to come to mind. Even if I resigned, it wouldn't make a difference – Miranda was determined to publish, regardless of the consequences.But I couldn't give up. I had to try. Maybe I could get her to del
I stumbled back home, my mind racing with thoughts on how to save myself and my relationship. As I thought about it, only one person came to mind, but I didn't want to go to her. I knew she was a compulsive liar that only did things when it benefited her.What leverage could I hold over her? The only thing I could possibly use was Declan. With that, I made the decision to call Cassandra.A voice in my head mocked me as I made the choice, but I had to try. I knew I was grasping at thin threads, but I couldn't give up, not now. She was my last hope, the only person right now that could help me put a stop to this.The adrenaline was pumping through my veins as I dialed her number. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster with each ring, my palms starting to sweat as I waited for her to answer.Maybe this wasn't a good idea, there was no way I could ask Cassandra of all people for help.But before I could change my mind, she picked up on the third ring."You must really love d
I woke up to an annoying alarm the next morning. It was loud and relentless. I kicked Marcella who was sleeping next to me. "Pick up your phone.""That's yours," she said, half-asleep.I groaned loudly. My brain was so foggy that I didn't realize it was MY phone ringing. Who the h*ll was calling by this time anyway? I hoped it wasn't Miranda, because I was too drained and exhausted to show up at the office today.I groggily reached over to the nightstand and picked up the phone without even bothering to look at the caller ID."Hello?" I mumbled angrily."You're still in bed? It's such a fine morning, and you're missing it," said the cheerful voice on the other handI recognized the voice immediately. "Declan?" I asked, trying to shake the sleep from my eyes.Marcella sat up at the mention of his name, suddenly fully awake. She stared at me with wide eyes, waiting with bated breath to see how the conversation would go; if I would push him away again. But that was the farthest t
We stumbled into his apartment, tearing at each other. I pressed my body against his, kissing him and running my fingers through his hair. He pressed his head against mine, his scent flooding my senses.I lost my mind, and that nagging voice, as all the fire and heat seared through me. My blood pounded in my veins, almost as hard as his body against mine. At this point, he knew my curves like the back of his hand. He knew how to kiss the little spot behind my neck, to grab me roughly from behind and run his hands slowly down my back, leaving chaos in his wake.He took a step away, undressing himself as he focused on my body with slow deliberation. Declan examined me for what seemed like hours, disrobing me with his eyes. I stood there, his intense blue eyes compelling me to stay rooted to the spot.The tension between us was so thick, one could cut it with a knife. I was desperate to close the gap between us, but I wanted him to take me under his rules, so I waited.Finally, he clo
*Declan*Leah looked at me for a moment, surprise etched on her face. I watched as she fidgeted nervously on the couch. Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding mine. I was right, something was definitely off with her. It was hard to miss, when she acted like someone was after her and they were going to catch her any moment from now.It always seemed like she was carrying a heavy burden on her shoulders. It bothered me that she didn't trust me enough to confide in me. I almost expected her to do what she did best: run away from me.I was glad she didn't. It meant we could fix it, whatever IT was.I decided to take matters into my own hands and take the first step into complete trust between us. I pulled us both into a sitting position and looked into her eyes."Ever since we met you've seemed… troubled." I thought back to each of our dates. "Almost like you refuse to let yourself be truly happy with me."She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. I could tell she was struggling
I stared at Cassandra, shocked. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, terrified of what was about to come. She looked furious, but for a split second, she smirked at me. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I looked into the house, to make sure Declan hadn't heard anything. I knew Cassandra was going to try to ruin everything, and I wasn't going to let that happen.She stepped in menacingly, and I stepped back, too shocked to do anything else. "You really don't listen do you?" she hissed at me. Cassandra smirked at me for a brief second, so brief that I thought I imagined it. "Don't say I didn't warn you.""What…?" I started, but before I could figure out what was going on, she took a deep breath and yelled."What do you mean there's nothing you can do about the story?!""What are you doing?" I whispered, my heart about to beat out of my chest. I didn't want Declan to find out like this. I had a plan, and Cassandra was about to ruin it."You
*Leah*I stood there alone, my heart heavy with pain and my eyes stinging with tears. It was a feeling that I never wanted to experience again. I couldn't believe what just happened. This wasn't how today was supposed to go. We were supposed to be in bed by now, holding each other close. I shut my eyes painfully, holding my chest.I knew it would happen, I just didn't expect it so soon.I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but it was no use. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was drowning in my own despair. I wanted to scream, to shout, to do anything to make the pain go away. But all I could do was stand there, alone and helpless.As I closed my eyes, memories of my time with Declan came flooding back to me. The way he had held me close, the way he had whispered sweet nothings in my ear, the way he made me feel alive. But now, all of that is gone. It was obvious in the way Declan looked at me now, how he had moved away from my touch.I collapsed on