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Rachel Watson, owner and CEO of Watson Enterprises, is one the most successful and important women of the United States of America.
After enduring a toxic relationship, she believes that love only brings tears and weakness with it and has...
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The constant ringing of my door bell made my eyes flutter open. Groaning, I flip over on the bed and cover my ears with pillow, hoping that whoever was at the door would go away.
But even after 10 minutes, the bell kept ringing.
I'm going to kill the person outside my door.
With this intension, I threw my blanket away to get up and stormed downstairs to open the front door.
I twisted the door nob in anger and started screaming,"Why the fuck are you going crazy rin-"
The rest of my words got stuck in my throat when I saw Aaron, looking insanely hot in black jeans, white shirt and black leather jacket, standing at my door.
My anger seemed to just fade away when he gave me his apology smile.
"Wh-what are you doing here?", I asked blinking.
"Just landed and the first thing I wanted to do was to see your face.", he smiled.
My voice was lost somewhere and I was not able to believe that I was the first thing he wanted to see after coming back home.
Not getting any reply from me, he continued,"I'm sorry if I disturbed your sleep. I just wanted to see you. Damn, I'll go. You can get back to b-"
Before he could finish, I threw myself towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He slightly lost his balance due to my sudden action but soon recovered and hugged me back.
Burying my head in his neck, I inhaled that familiar smell that I'm addicted to.
No words, right now, could express my the happiness.
He came to see me directly after landing!
After retreating back, we looked into each other's eyes for a long time, as if compensating for each and every moment of the past week that we have endured without one another.
Finally, Aaron speaks, breaking the silence,"Won't you ask me inside?"
Mentally face palming myself, I gesture him to walk inside.
Closing the door behind us, I ask him,"Coffee?"
He nodded.
I started walking towards the kitchen when I realize that my head is hurting very bad. Pausing for a second, I blink a few times trying to figure out the ache when the yesterday's excessive amount of drinking hits me.
Damn you, hangover!
In between the anger of not being able to sleep peacefully and the happiness of having Aaron back, I didn't notice the hangover before.
As if sensing my discomfort, Aaron speaks,"Rach, are you okay?"
Nodding my head, I answer,"Yes. It's just hangover. Had a clubbing night yesterday."
