Away From Home

|Chapter 8| ✔

On that fateful day, he regretted letting her go. What's worst, he didn't bother to ask for her name. He was too busy her admiring her beauty that he had lost all senses. Sense that would've reminded him to get her contact. Who could blame him? She was an exquisite work of art. Like a fine diamond. Her skin radiated on the sun beautifully. Her mid-shoulders length, chestnut brown hair. Very dark almond eyes that complimented her deep dimples.

The wind blowing and crickets chirping away as they formed a soothing melody would be considered a peaceful sound, for the peaceful night. Unfortunately, that was not the case for a certain man. A man that would remain anonymous, for now. Repeatedly, he tosses and turns in his bed haunted by the woman that he had set eyes on long ago. And now she so happens to his boss.

He was in great turmoil. With her being the owner of the company that he was hired recently. No, he didn't need the job, however, if he resigns now as stubborn as she was, he doubts that she would favor the idea them becoming an item. And it would be difficult for him to see her again.

Now he works with her another obstacle was that he's slowly becoming attached to her. He had no idea how to win her over. She looked the same yet different than the day they had first met. From the dominating personality to the soft-black raven hair, noticeable dimples.

He somewhat regretted departing from his loved ones as if they meant nothing, only time will tell. At last, he noted to remember the given name of the fair lady during the job interview. Perhaps, the gods had heard his cry and were given another chance to redeem himself to do everything in his power to win her heart.

Monica tried to think about what her cousin had said. She thought long and hard. Sadly, she did not have a clue, not even an ounce of indication to that will help her understand why her cousin, Kimberly, was all the sudden losing her cool.

"... Mr. Sternberg?" The name Kimberly had announced did not ring a bell to Monica's, thinking.

"Yes, Troy Alexander Sternberg!" Kimberly added as if that would help.

But It did nothing. Absolutely nothing--zero--nada.

"The guy from the party! It happened so fast you know," She exclaimed through her hands in the air as she sunk into the comfy leather couch.

Monica's eyes widen her mouth illustrating an 'oh' my gosh face.

"Now, I know who you're about talking about. Sí! He's... El es muy caliente." Monica winked. "Good for you, Chica!" she aimed for a high five. But her cousin, Kimberly was not having it.

"No. Not good, okay... I feel like a cougar or a sugar mama that's having relations with someone that has...."

"What? Lower standards than you?" Monica completed the what she really meant to say.

Kimberly responded back. "Well yeah, I didn't work my entire life to be with someone that's not at the same status as me."

Monica went and sat beside her cousin.

"¡Ay! mi Chica, don't you judge that fine piece book by its cover. You never know he could be a millionaire in another country, or someone really important."

Kimberly laughed. "That fine piece of the fine book??"

Sometimes her cousin, Monica was really a work of art.

"Yes, but he's your fine piece of the book," Monica added.

Kimberly laughed again by another comment that her cousin made.

"A millionaire? Why in the world would a millionaire come work for me?"

"You never know, sister. You never know."