The billionaires Florist

Chapter 12

Passion

a beautiful and amazing emotion, a burning fire that lies within everyone. Something that can drive you positively to reach your goals or to express your care to someone through your body.

But it's not always positive. Negative passion driving you to get the things that aren't your to get, or to achieve something that's not good for you or others

Negative Passion is driving someone, to do something very bad. A darkness is waiting in the shadows, something Starr though she was no longer afraid of.

But that's why it's so evily perfect.
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Starr's POV

It's weird how one thing can change your view on someone, i though he no interest in me I though he was only being nice.

And I have to say that I took his care and it made me feel something for him. Not love , not yet , but something.

Something I haven't felt for a long time.

When he kissed me like that for just a moment I felt safe, protected and wanted. But the quest is can I trust him?

When I fall, it takes a lot of work for me to steady myself and it almost killed me last time.

But love is a dangerous thing. I might not love Lucien , but I do find him and apparently so does he for me "Interesting".

If your tell me not even a week ago that I'd be hanging around some stone cold dangerous man, I would have to you no not me I would never

But danger will always be real so will dangerous people. Danger is part of living,
Without danger you can't live and without living you can't be alive.

I look up from my magazine noticing I was staring off in a haze, my thoughts getting the better of me. I run my eyes and sit up smiling at my precious home, somewhere I hold dear as it's something that I created . I take a sip of water from my glass.

I frown knowing that most of the things in my apartment are new not the things I saved and payed for myself. Those ones are off , riddled with bullets holes and the blood of strange dangerous men.

I shiver ,lives were taken in my home. Bad men's lives, it haunts me , just another thing added to my nightmares and guilt

I stand up from my hanging bench chair, and cross the floor towards my mirror smiling at myself as I remember what Lucien has said

His words astounded but frightened me at the same time. Do men notice me more then I though they did?

I look back at myself. Plain brown eyes with a fire that burns and brown hair signature of my Hawaiian background

Was I just a one night stand mistake or was there more to the story as to how I was left outside a fire station by someone, somewhere.

Was I a accident to a pair of lovers who weren't ready for a child or maybe I was I born to a single woman who didn't want the burden of a child.

I close my eyes and sigh, the moonlight coming into my big windows behind me. I flutter my eyes open, an Erie silence filling every where as Lucien is in the bathroom.

But the reflection catches something.

A man  in the window across from my building staring at me. A dark eyes aura surrounded him like suit on is body , while he was on one knee holding a ring box.

I scream and jump, but before Lucien could even ask me what was wrong or rush to me, the familiar stranger disappeared leaving the image in my head