Diagnosed with a terminal ailment, Ashley Grayson divorces his husband Jonathan in hopes he will be able to move on. But plans go south when Ash ends up falling in love first, with the last person he expected...
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(Ashley POV)
I sit down at the airport terminal writing notes on my tablet with my left hand. I'm right handed but shit happens.
There's a small click of dress shoes coming my way and I look up to see the Intern making his way towards me with his foreign passport in hand.
Forget what I said about hiring someone more attractive because this man in a light blue dress shirt and tie with navy slacks and a vintage leather satchel is sexy as hell. He's a little bit smaller than me, without much in terms of muscles but man...
"Ready for Paris?" I ask and pretend I wasn't just dreamily gazing at his aforementioned features.
"No," He sighs as slings down his bag and sits one seat away from me. I suddenly get offended by the gesture.
"You would think we don't know each other," I huff and he gazes up from his phone.
"Huh?" I look down at my clothes, tugging at my shirt.
"Do I smell?" I ask and he looks down at the empty seat next to me.
"Yes. yes, you do," he says and goes back to his phone. He slides just a little bit closer but that's all. I'll take it.
"A good smell though. Kind of like a man with a hint of ...coconut," he chuckles and I smell my clothes.
"Coconut? What the fuck?" I try to think as to where the coconut could come from but I'm left without a clue.
"It's nice though," he adds and shifts just a little bit closer.
"But that pretty much describes everything about you," The intern sighs under his breath and I look at him with narrowed eyes.
"I guess you don't the real me then," I mutter, remembering what Angel said last night and staring down at my bandaged fist.
Broken and mean were far from nice.
"What happened to your hand," The Intern asks as he looks down at the cloth wrapped around my knuckled with utmost concern.
"It's none of your business," I give a sharp answer. Both embarrassed and not wanting to talk about it.
"Sir, it's not my business nor in my job description to care but that doesn't mean I just don't give a shit about you," he says and he finally comes so close that our shoulders touch and a feeling of relief comes washes over me.
He takes my bandaged hand in both of his before quickly letting go.
"Really? You brought the Intern?" I tilt my head up to see Pierce standing over me looking disheveled and tired.
"Woah, for once the Intern looks better than you, what the hell happened?" I asked and he sat down next to me with a loud, deep, sigh that seemed to go on for an eternity.
"I made it, that's all that matters." He says and I can tell he must have gotten into another fight with Ali.
"What happened to you?" Pierce asked as he looked down at my hand and I shrugged it off.
"I made it, that's all that matters."
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