Chapter 1:
*Kate's POV*
New York City
The dark clouds rolled over with shattering screams of thunder and revolting lightening. It was 2 a.m. at her bed side clock. Tossing and turning, the sleep was long gone and now this deranged harmony of nature added to its situation. Finally giving up her hopes of getting some sleep that night, Kate got up. Sighing, she decided maybe a bath would calm her senses down. Dragging herself to the tub, she turned on the hot water. Lavender bath oil - her favorite - pouring some into the water she smiled, taking in its sweet fragrance. Lighting the vanilla scented candles, she went to the kitchen, to get a glass of red wine. Coming back into the bathroom she slowly entered the tub; letting the warm waters soothe her tired muscles. Sipping on the wine, Kate laid back her head on the edge.
The storm was still raging, rain poured down heavily – the sound of which created a pleasant music against the glass windows. Listening to it, Kate wondered, she had always been afraid of the thunder storm. The roaring winds and the lightening had always scared her to the core. But now things have changed, she no longer feared the storm, in fact she now enjoyed the strange calmness the storm bought with itself and it was like this, since 5 years ago, when someone told her to not to be afraid but to look in the eye of the fearful and fight it. When that someone walked into her life like a breath of fresh air, like the rays of silver lining after every dark night. That someone who reminded her, what it feels like to be in love and to be loved back even more than what she deserved. That someone whose heart she had to break deliberately for his own good. That someone whose thoughts will always be imprinted on her very soul until eternity. That someone whose name didn't leave her mind and heart even after all these years.
That someone whom the entire world knew as – Richard, Richard Anderson. Her Rick.
*Rick's POV*
J. F. K. International Airport
The SUV driver was standing with the name card in his hands, along with ten other officials from Anderson Enterprises. All eyes were searching for one face – the face of New York's one of the most successful and important businessmen. The face of Richard Anderson. As the terminal's door opened, he entered in with a briefcase in his hands. Alexander Amosu's sharp black suit, pinstriped tie, Salvatore Ferragamo shoes, Ray-Ban aviators and his Blackberry in his left hand. There was not one person in the airport that didn't turn their heads to look at this man when he passed them by. As soon as he took his first step out, he was surrounded by the officials. Being guided to the SUV, he stopped in front of the familiar looking driver. "How are you Steve? It's good to see you," he smiled.
"I am doing good Sir. It's great to see you back in your own city." Steve smiled back, closing the door after him. His own city – the words repeated themselves in his mind. "Sir, we'll now be taking you to your pent-house and as I may suggest that you take in some rest for the night. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and I have myself fully checked that the pent-house has been set up as according to your desire and needs." Richard nodded back at his secretary's rant, but his mind was somewhere else. As the SUV whizzed past the city roads, he looked at the rain which was pouring down hard. His own city-Steve's words were echoing through his system. The city, in which he was born and which had his childhood in her. The city that taught him, how to be a man of honor and dignity. The city which had the memories of his parents. The city where he met her. The city that made him fall in love. The city which he had to leave, in order to get away from the intense pain of getting his heart broken. The city where she lived.
It has been 5 long and unforgettable years since he had last seen her. But everything in this city reminded him of her. Her face, her smile, her eyes, her skin, her hair, her voice – everything had been intact and fresh in his mind as it was. There was not a single day in the years, when her thoughts didn't enter his heart. He tried different things to get over her. Love affairs, one night stands, being a renowned playboy but nothing had helped. Hers was the only name which was engraved in his soul and heart. The name which set his entire being on fire. The name, which he swore to take revenge from, for making him suffer so much. The name, he loved and hated so very much at the same time. The name which belonged to only one woman in his life. The name which was so very familiar to his tongue.
Katherine, Katherine Jones. His Kate.
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