If Only You Knew

Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Love Story

"Jen? Jen, that you?" He smirked, inspecting me closely. Damn those delicious lips, or else I would have socked him on the mouth right then and there. What nerve he had to be questioning me. After all, if he'd been there...that day...

What was he even doing here? Looking hot as ever in that suit of his?

Then, it hit me.

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Stephanie's POV:

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Finally, I made it. Los Angeles. My dreams were finally going to come true. After six years of trying to get back to my studies, and work hard to achieve my goal, to be in the office, a call came in to hire me out to Beverly Hills. A company, named Stone Inc, maker of Beer & Things, hired me out to L.A to work for the President. Finally, I'd get to achieve my dream and play the hot secretary. Thinking of, where was that phone of mine? It's been years since I last saw my best friend, Stacy, but now that I arrived in L.A, she was supposed to pick me up and take her to her place.

Of course, we were still close as ever. Long distance wasn't as bad as we both expected, but to finally meet her in person was getting to me. I sighed, swishing my hair back.

"Wow, girl. You look fine." A handsome, blonde man winked at me, probably trying to pick me up by those lame-ass lines. Boy, did I feel sorry for him.

"Taken, sorry." I flashed my ring at him and smirked, swaying my hips as I walked out the airport. The first thing I noticed was the weather. Humid, hot, and itchy. Those were the three words that came across my mind as I fanned myself. This just got better and better. I saw men lining up near the bench, gambling with some cards, the money no where near to what I'll get as my salary in the coming job.

"Jen!" A familiar voice shouted over the loud noise of cars, buses, and traffic. It was feminine and I could have sworn it was familiar. I looked to see if it was Stacy and sure enough, she still had her normal sharp, blue eyes, but her hair was different. It was reddish brownish. Something I'd never thought she'd dye into. Maybe it was the trend these days.

"Stace!" I hurried across the street and hugged her tight. "I missed you so much, girl! We need to catch up. For now, let me put my stuff in the trunk and get in." I winked then tried to pick up the suitcase, finding it harder than I thought it'd be.

"Here, I'll help you," she laughed the same laugh she had in high school. I haven't realized it, but I've missed her more than I let on. Stacy was practically my family, all that I had. Ever since that incident with my father, she'd helped me through everything; the funeral for Liam, leaving the state, and actually landing me my new job. She was the one who introduced me to the company and paid for half the airplane ticket. It wasn't a lie that she was filled with money. Stacy's the new head manager of Get It magazine, one that was so popular it was filled all over the country.

"C'mon, Jen. Get in." I snapped back into reality and joined her in the car, chuckling lightly. "You never fail to amaze me, Stace. You look as beautiful as ever." I smiled adoringly at her, noticing her bright, attractive features.

"Jen-"

"The name's Stephanie, miss." We both laughed at that. It was a habit of Stacy's to call me Jen all the time. I changed my name after my father got out of jail a year ago. His lawyer finally persuaded the court that the defendant was innocent; that he accidently killed my brother. I couldn't even believe it'd be passed that easily. What was happening to the world these days?

"Anyways, Stephanie, you look way much more attractive than me. You've changed, that's for sure. You don't look...young. I'm guessing you got contacts?"