Is it love? Ryan Carter - His side of the story!

Chapter 9 - Step further

Author note: hello guys! I just want to thank you all for amazing comments and reviews! You're adorable! Really it's an honor having you as readers. I didn't expect that.

Just for you to know, because I think I owe you that... I love writing but that's definitely not my job. (For now) lol. I just have great (I think) ideas in my mind and I feel the need to write it down. As some of you may know I'm not English native, actually I'm far from it. I'm Brazilian, ruge enthusiastic about English. I started writing to practice my English. it's really awesome that all of you are hooked about my story!

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I had an awkward dream this night. I dreamed about Rory and Lorelai. It was quite disturbing, as them both was the same person. I'm so trouble about Rory that my mind is playing tricks on me. Making me think that each women willing to go to bed with me is her. Ok Lorelai is far from going bed with me for good, but a man always can dream right?

Carter, Carter! You never saw this girl! She's so reluctant to let you know her. She's probably the ugliest girl in the world.

This thought amused me. It's true that her profile picture is terribly taken. I dunno why she choose that one.

For the same reason yours is not really you!...

Oh my God. If she's one executive I may know? There's not much of them. I do know them all. Jeez it can't be... No, she told me that she doesn't know much here. My god... this is bad... really, really bad.

So what if she's an executive you may know. You're not going to fuck her for real. She doesn't know who you are either. Stop panicking.

But if she's married?

She told you she's single. Enjoy your talk while it's happening. Don't worry about it. Remember you don't get attached.

Right, there's no point thinking of it.

I was so comfortable in my bed that I considered not running today. Before heading to the bathroom to take a shower, I stopped and watch the dawn through the French doors of my room. I opened it and reach the breastwork in the porch. I felt the cool wind from the sea licking my face, and the peaceful sound from the waves crashing on the shore, nudging me to feel the sand on my feet. Pushing me to go for my run. I changed clothes quickly and went for a nice welcoming morning run, that always helped me to cleared my head.

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Today I'm not going to the office. I have some meetings outside all day long. So I sent several emails to Rory before leaving home, instructing her what to do and to report me back.

I'm bored to death in this meeting. This guy thinks he's fooling me. When I invested on his company I told him that he had a year to show me better results. He didn't do what I asked. He's struggling for money, his operation doesn't pay it self. I demand him to cut thousands of things, even his staff and he didn't. Now he's here babbling before me, his fucking excuses. I'm not paying attention. I don't care about his reasons. I'm here to make money. And he's playing with me. I'll let him talk, give him rope to hang himself. But I showing him that I don't buy what he's saying. So I picked my phone and decided to send a message to Lorelai.

GeorgeS: "hello darling! How's your day?"

Lorelai: "Since when I'm your darling?"

She has to be so fuck annoying about everything I say to her!