Layla Frankie lives a lonely life. Owning her own restaurant and being single because she's always been in love with her sister's man.
It's been 7 years since Michael broke her heart back in college. How can you tell someone you love them then get...
The next two days go by quickly. Finally I stop crying. Long enough to pack my bags. Which takes me about two hours. My fault for waiting to the last minute to pack. I'm rushing to catch my flight at 6:45 am. Waking up at 4 am. I fight to pack my 5 suitcases. I shower quickly. Dressing in a all back to match my mood. I carry, well more like struggle to take each one to my door step. to meet the cab driver. With the help of the driver. We pack my suitcase in. He drives me to the airport, Helping take my stuff out. I pay him and he drives off. Leaving me standing there. How am I suppose to take all of this?
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I stand there thinking. Feeling helpless. I bite my bottom lip. Tucking some hair behind my hair. I stand there staring down at my five suit cases. In different sizes.
"Excuse me." A voice asks.
That strong, sweet voice. I look up . Putting a face with the smooth voice. Seeing a handsome man. Making me gasp. Feeling trapped in his gaze. His hazel eyes stare at me. His full lips form into a smile. Making him even more intoxicating.
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Mr. Handsome
"I'm sorry to bother you. I just wanted to come over here and tell you you're really beautiful. Breath taken."
I smile at him. Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks.
"Thank you."I shyly say.
He chuckles lightly.
"Do you need some help?" He asks sweetly.
Breaking from my trance. Realizing my problem again.
"Um, yes if you don't mind. I could really use a hand."
"No, problem beautiful.'
He smiles sweetly at me. He fixes his duffel bag over his shoulder. Taking my 3 biggest suitcases. I grab my bag placing it over my shoulders. i grab the handle to my suitcase. Letting it roll as we walk inside. We walk through the medal detectors then through baggage claim. There we say our goodbyes, Going our separate ways. I won't forget him. I make sure I still have my ticket on me. Walking to the little store in the airport. I buy myself a bottle of water. Knowing I have about 20 minutes until my flight. I walk slowly to my section. Taking small sips. Just thinking everything that happened. This trip will be good for me. I'm glad I took that extra time off. It's only suppose to last 3 months. I really need this extra time to escape. Relax and forget. I take a sip and sigh. This will be good for me.
