Soren Bianchi [+18]

1. Man from the Airport

AURORA DANIELS
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After having graduated early, I couldn't believe that I was able to get a job in the UK.

I was going to be an exhibition coordinator. Usually, for a position like that, you'd need to have a good few years of experience. But thankfully I did a lot of extracurricular activities at the university. Upon studying for my bachelor of Fine Arts, along with a minor in accountancy, I continued working at the school's art galleries, volunteering whenever I could.

I had to leave home. After losing my parents in a freak accident when I was 18, my only family back home was Veronica, but she had her own life to live. So, I had to leave, I needed to start a new life for myself.

It wasn't an escape, nor was I avoiding my problems. I just wanted to make it on my own. I've always loved having my independence.

Plus, I had family there. My cousin Isadora and my little niece Quinn, not forgetting my online friend Adrianne, whom I met through Instagram and now I finally had the chance to meet her.

Initially, my dream was to be a teacher, but after getting the opportunity to become an exhibition coordinator, I couldn't pass it up.

The flight was long and tiring, my feet were swollen, my back hurt, my hair was frizzy and I was going to be jet-lagged.

I made my way through the terminals, to the large conveyor belt that contained my luggage bags. I pulled out my phone and called Izzy. She instructed me on how to get to her at the pickup point. Grabbing my large suitcases, I waddled my way to the exit. I looked at the directions on my phone. I followed every turn and floor to reach my cousin.

I bumped into a man, while my head was down reading my phone. "Sorry," I mumbled, looking up at the giant skyscraper that I had walked into. He had sunglasses on and a long black trench coat that hugged his body. He didn't acknowledge my apology as he continued to walk away.

Something about him seemed familiar but I couldn't understand what it was. I could've just been too tired. Brushing off the feeling, I continued to navigate through the crowded airport, towards the exit doors.

After reaching my cousin, who immediately ran into my arms and squished me in a bone-crushing hug. "Rory, I missed you." She cooed stroking my hair as she held me tightly in her arms. Standing behind her was my cute little niece, who I assumed didn't remember me, because the last time I saw her was last year and kids generally at age 3 to 4 don't remember people all that well.

Isadora grabbed my bags and placed them in the car, while I kneeled in front of my niece. "Hi there, cutie pie. Remember me?" I asked her, reaching my arms out for her. She smiled shyly, before nodding her head. "Auntie Rora." She gushed, before running into my arms and wrapped her tiny arms around my neck. I lifted her off the ground, balancing her on my hip as I walked to the car.

"We have so much to catch up on," Izzy exclaimed.

After the warm embrace with Isadora and the reunion with little Quinn, I found myself in the cozy haven of my new room, surrounded by the new life. Fairy lights cast a soft glow, giving the room an enchanting feel.

Isadora, always the decorator, plopped down on the bed amidst the half-unpacked luggage, and a mischievous grin played on her lips. "So, Rory, spill the tea! What's the scoop from your life back home?"

I chuckled, settling cross-legged on the floor. "You know, art galleries, late-night study sessions, and a lot of caffeine. Oh, and occasional bursts of inspiration"

Isadora raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Inspiration, huh? Anything scandalous?"

Laughing, I replied, "A woman never kisses and tells." It was no surprise that I had a fair share of hookups at the club, never anything serious.

Isadora nodded; her excitement contagious. "I'm so glad you're here. We're going to have the best time. Now, this mysterious guy at the airport?"

Smirking, I responded, "Oh, it's nothing. He just seemed familiar."

The next day, Isadora proposed a shopping spree to prepare me for my new job. The noisy mall welcomed us, and we delved into the labyrinth of clothing stores.

Isadora held up a blouse, saying, "What about this one? Professional yet chic."

Examining it, I agreed, "Perfect! I need all the good vibes for the art world."

Strolling through the mall, bags in tow, we stumbled upon a quaint coffee shop. Settling into a corner booth, I sipped my coffee, taking in the moment. "Izzy, this is amazing. I can't believe I'm finally here."

Isadora smiled, "It's only the beginning, Rory. You've come a long way and I'm proud of you."

Back at home, surrounded by shopping bags, anticipation buzzed in my mind. "I can't wait for my first day," I exclaimed.

Isadora grinned, "You're going to rock it, Rory. Now, let's tackle these bags and get you ready for your first day at work on Monday. And who knows, maybe you'll run into that mysterious guy again."

The mysterious guy was definitely on my mind, I couldn't shake the feeling. I knew him from somewhere. But I couldn't even begin to think where. If his face wasn't so covered up, maybe I'd be able to tell. But his dominating appearance and stature were familiar.

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The next day was intended to be a lazy day. But I struggled to get my sleep schedule back.

I stood in the kitchen, Izzy and Quinn still fast asleep in their rooms. I made my way to the bay window of the apartment that rested in the kitchen with a table in front of it. I sat there, staring down at the city.

My eyes zeroed in on a very expensive yet sleek car. A Porsche.

The man jumped out of the vehicle and that's when I remembered him. Soren.

My mind wandered over to that night. It took me months to get over the feeling of him all over me. I didn't think I'd see him again. Let alone that he'd be in the same country as me.

I watched as he crossed the street into the small family-owned bakery. He was dressed immaculately. Suit, tie, shiny shoes, and messy hair, and just as handsome if not more than the first night I met him. Thankfully we were on the third level of the apartment, so if he had to look up, he'd notice me. Although I doubt, he would, a man like that definitely met a lot of women. I watched him shamelessly. Suddenly extremely drawn to him.

I contemplated going out to the bakery, but I decided against it because that would be too weird. He walked out, carrying a baby blue box. He hopped into his car.

The man from the airport.

The man from that night.

The man from 1 year ago.

The man who had given me the best night of my life.

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Authors Note:
Just a short Introduction chapter
Also thank you for almost 50 reads on this book. I was way to excited to post this , but I'm glad you guys enjoyed the first chapter.

Currently working on the second one, as well as another chapter for my other book Horizon. Hoping to get it out soon.

Thank you!!!!!