The Chaos of a Broken Soul ( Mature Version)

Chapter One

Leonore McNally stared out of her office window trying to focus her mind. She felt unsettled and every nerve in her body was on high alert. Leonore didn't know why she was restless; she just had a bad feeling, and she didn't know why. Leonore continued to look towards the horizon, she sighed and wished she was somewhere else. Her soul felt lost and longed for an unknown place where her soul was at peace. Leonore mentally chastised herself as that was her biggest flaw. She always wanted to be anywhere other than where she was. The grass always looked greener on the other side. But the sad truth was that it wasn't better and even if it was, Leonore doubted she would appreciate it. Leonore knew she would never be happy or better than what she had.

Leonore had a good life, friends that loved her, a business and she never wanted for anything - well materialistic wise. Leonore had fancy house, expensive car and clothes. But the truth was that Leonore didn't know what would make her happy. She tried to fill the emptiness with sex, whiskey and work. However, it never filled the hole inside of her and she continued to feel unfulfilled. Leonore sighed again, she made peace with it and accepted that it was a punishment for her sins. Leonore was the first to admit that she deserved to feel unhappiness and it was just karma repaying all the despair and grief she had caused others. Claire's face flashed in her mind and a sharp pain in her chest left her breathless. Leonore pushed the thoughts away as quickly as they came to attack her. Now wasn't the time to dwell on things she couldn't change. Leonore jumped in fright as the phone rang and brought her out of her thoughts.

"Leo, Eliane Pascal is here." Maddie said, reminding her that she was at work.

"Thank you, Maddie. I will be there in a minute." Leonore answered, grateful it was Friday.

Leonore took a deep breath, looked around the office to make sure it was presentable and prepared herself to be professional. Leonore took another deep breath before opening the door. Leonore's eyes went straight to the young woman sitting on the couch and her legs went from under her, grabbing the door to keep herself from falling to the floor. Leonore's heart pounded inside her chest, and she struggled to breath, it was like staring at a ghost.

Leonore was eighteen again and walking into her first class at university, her eyes drawn to the woman standing at the front of the class. Her honey blonde hair with dark roots was in a messy French twist held in place by a tortoiseshell clip. Except for a strand of hair that fell loose, which she kept pushing it behind her ear. Leonore ran her eyes down the woman's body, and she was not disappointed. The professor was slim and statuesque. Wearing black slacks with a cornflower blue blouse, which clung to every curve of her body. Leonore felt heat rise in her body as she took in the professor's body. Her eyes lingered on the professor's long legs, firm ass, and shapely breasts. Leonore scolded herself as she was there to learn not lust after her professor. However, Leonore was unable to take her eyes off the woman,

Sensing Leonore's eyes on her, she looked up and smiled at her. Leonore's breath caught in her throat, and she coughed harshly when her brown eyes connected with sea green eyes. She was classically beautiful, her face was oval shaped, her skin was smooth and healthy, her nose was aristocratic, and her lips were full and looked very kissable. She exuded strength, confidence and unearthly beauty, Leonore thinking she belonged in the halls of the palace on Mount Olympus.

The woman looked at her with concern at her coughing fit, Leonore saw her eyes run up and down her body taking her in. But the longer they stared at each other, there was a hint of intrigue in her eyes and was replaced with a mischievous smile, that put a twinkle in her eye. Leonore felt like a deer in headlights, unable to move and she just stood there staring. Her chest began to ache as she realised that she was holding her breath, she took a quick breath to fill her lungs with much needed air. Shame overtook her and she snapped out of her trance, Leonore groaned internally as she must look like a complete weirdo, and she wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole. Leonore smiled apologetically at her professor and forced herself to pull her notebook out of her bag, taking a seat at a desk.