“There’s an opening, Daniel”An arch came between his brows at those words and Dan took a seat in one of the two chairs that were set aside for his date with Jazzy. “What?” He was a little confused but who could blame him actually.“There’s an opening at Marriott, and you’ve already made it clear you want to come back. I want you to as well but not as a supervisor, i want you back as a manager. There’s a recent opening for someone to head the hotel for the time being and i wouldn’t like anyone but you to do it. I wouldn’t trust anyone really” Leonardo’s tone was smooth going and his words were concise, however Daniel was struck by awe as he flattered his lashes to collect the news for a second.“I’m sorry what—head the hotel?” He stuttered.“Yes, for the time being. You’ve stated your intentions to do so for the longest i’ve known you” Leonardo replied but he scoffed. “But i never thought—i mean if i’m heading the hotel, then where would you be?” Dan asked, throwing a look at Jazzlyn

Nothing meant an intense sexual encounter than a pair of backs breaking through the front door. The sound of muffled moans and groans, alongside chitters from the clothes between the two of them echoed through the entire room as Joan halted for one second. Her hands had shut the door behind her and Theo was already halfway down his jacket. She was breathless against his lips, in the impulse of the former second, deciding to follow him into his house rather than Freddie’s.Her cheeks were red and hot and his was sharp and shimmering with sweat. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His chest rose and fell and his hoarse voice pierced deeply through her hair. She didn’t know the answer to his question, she doubted she really wanted to do this because it was not even something she went on end planning.But did she need to do this? Yes, Joan needed this. Perhaps for old times sake or just do rid her mind of all the anxiety poisons that sprung from the thoughts of Ivan and Freddie and life

With her eyes set upon the open cabinet, Isabella heaved a sigh before pulling away. And rather than coming back to the parlor with a fresh cup of coffee, she had in her hands a bottle of leftover booze instead which she passed across to Christian.He did collect it but with an unsure scoff.“Haven’t done much shopping since i arrived. You’re going to have to manage that” Isa sniffled through her nose and then ran her hands through her hair. Christian darted his eyes around the empty room and there was a brief moment of silence between them.She sank into the couch right across from him and their eyes locked as he sipped a mouthful of the alcohol. “How long have you been here?” He had a stint of concern in his voice which she’d recognized and Isa didn’t appreciate.“Look, i need you to leave. You said coffee and i don’t have coffee” She got defensive, standing up to cling to the curtains, from where she could see the heavy snow pick up in a storm. Her feet pressed against the grounds

The sound of the alarm blared through his ears, forcing him to jolt awake.“Fuck this” Was Leonardo’s usually morning mantle the few moments before he stepped out of bed. His morning was a routine—cleaning up, dressing for work and waiting by the porch for his driver in his Mercedes.Only a few minutes later would he alight at the portico of the large building that was his hotel and when he pushed through the doors, he was met with a worrisome expression across Harold’s face. “I got your message” He said, turning in the same direction that he walked.“About a meeting?” Harold said in a questioning tone and before Leonard walked into his office, he turned to exchange a glare. “You don’t look alright” Harold noted and a sigh escaped his lips. “That’s because someone’s trying to kill me” He accused, throwing off his bag and then running his hands through his hair. Both their eyes met, during the time which a scoff escaped Harold’s lips hoping it was a joke.“What?”“Someone’s fucking tr

The car tyre rovered upon a speed bump, causing Joan to jerk forward and inadvertently drifting her out of her thoughts. She fastened her hands against her thighs as she looked out of the windows.“Are you alright?” Seeing the arch between her brows, Theodore asked. It was almost as if he could sense the tension brewing behind the tightly shut windows. She threw her head upon her shoulders to look back at him. And with one hand around the steering wheel, he spared a second for them to lock eyes.“I’m just a little bit nervous. I mean what if she wants nothing to do with me and i just end up ruining her new family?” Joan asked, a little berserk and Theo scoffed. “I’ve watched enough movies to validate my worries, Theo” She harkened, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.The moment his eyes darted back to the roads, the smirk across his lips seemed to vanish and just then he heaved a deep breath. “You’ll be alright” Theodore croaked and her eyes caught the ‘Welcome to LA’ sign boar