《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
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A muscular figure run upstairs, catching my eye. I didn't get to see his face. He was heading upstairs to Antonio's office, Harrison's father. Maybe he works here?
Not caring, I blew it off and carried on talking to Christiana.
"In the beginning, it was just sex. We would have sex and move on. I never loved him. But when I saw his face at the table, how worried he looked for me. I was stunned. How we kissed when Jack lured me out of my office. How he got me a car as an apology gift for blowing up my other car."
I chuckled, remembering how stupid we acted that day. "It was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me - " Our drinks arrived and our food. Christiana ordered a Chicken Schnitzel with mashed potatoes and gravy. As I ordered a spare rib burger, with a side of chips.
The best sweet barbecue, spare rib burger on this planet. I would take a bullet for this food.
"Maybe Harrison has something around the corner for your 22nd. Maybe he will confess or something?"
"I doubt that." I smiled, sipping my drink.
This relationship was just meant to be quiet. Work with one another and have sex to fill our needs - It was never meant to be like this.
Well, that is what my past self would have said. But now - I wanted him.
Christina placed her knife and fork down. She latched onto my hands, as I was about to eat my burger.
"Aideen. Gurl. Listen to me now. Do you understand?" Christiana spoke sternly. Nodding my head as I was shocked by the sudden change in expression.
"In this industry, it's hard to find love. Whatever that might be. But something radiates between you two and we all love a man that manifests a powerful woman."
"Manifest?" I asked, confused at what she meant. "Gurl, are you dumb or something?" I do not know what she is talking about.
"Gurl, have you not seen his journal?" Shaking my head no, still, confused about what she was talking about.
Christina stood up from her seat. "HE. WRITES. ABOUT. YOU!" she spoke, slamming her fist against her palm after every word.
"Gurl, I don't know how you haven't noticed." She sits back down, grasping my hands once again. "During the time, you and Harrison didn't talk. I would go to his office during the week to get your questions answered. Walking on him, I saw Harrison writing in a black leather journal. I thought little of it, but you know me and my nosy, nose."
