Dan is a wealthy gang owner seeking out the perfect partner to work along side him. You, a grieving widow, seek out an opportunity to survive and make money without your husband. Will you and Dan come to an agreement and strike a deal?
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(Y/n)'s POV
"Mr. Howell," I called and he glanced up from his desk. I had gotten in the petty habit of calling him that. That was just how I got the last bit of anger out. I placed a platter with food on his desk, seeing as he didn't eat with us anymore, and he nodded a thank you.
It had been a month. I still strongly believe this was best, seeing as how terribly matched we were. Dan remained cold and angry with me over my decision, but there was hardly anything I could do about it.
I lost all contact with Simon and Andrea continued swiping at our throats. Dan hadn't invited any women over like I thought he might've. That wasn't his way of torturing me. It was how well he complied with it all.
"(Y/n)?" I glanced to him, seeing him continue marking up papers. He didn't look up as he continued speaking. "What are you wearing?" I furrowed my eyebrows, glancing down at the dress I was wearing. It was nothing special, just something I brought from my old home.
"A dress sir?" I suggested and he still didn't look up.
"Yes and you were aware of this when you placed my food down?" He asked. That's what he was getting at? "I don't appreciate the teasing. You were the one who made this choice."
"I wasn't teasing." He stood up from his chair and I stepped back slightly.
"I beg to differ," he said, backing me into the wall. Why couldn't he understand that this was better for the both of us?
"Mr. Howell—"
"Why must you call me that, it's dreadful," he asked, placing an arm on the wall behind me.
"Mr. Howell, you must realize that if we keep this professional, it's better for both of us."
"I can't see how that's possible," he replied, dipping down to near my face with his own. I shied away, turning my face.
"Please don't." He pulled back, eyeing me.
"You don't fancy me anymore, is that it?" He asked and I shook my head.
"I love you, very much so," I replied, "but clearly our views differ so greatly it causes fights. We butt heads too much, and it's just not healthy." His eyes flicked up to look at me.
"Your mind. It's not changing?"
"It's not." I watched him swallow and grow close again. His arms slipped around my torso, hugging me into his body. My arms floated up, hesitant to hug back. They rested lightly on his lower back.
"There was so much I had yet to do with you," he said and I felt my chest ache.
"Like?"
"Ever since I saw you in that infirmary bed I promised myself I would be better for you. I promised myself that I would marry you some day," he said and I stepped back.
"What?"
"You have a way of making men honest," he said. I felt my throat go tight. He was making this so difficult. "I should've never called you childish. You were the best thing to happen to me. I'm so sorry (y/n)."
His hands slipped into mine, holding them tightly. My back pressed into the office wall.
Marry me?
"Please forgive me? Let us do this together?" He asked. Dan was so confusing. One moment he was ending things because of how childish I was, the next he was pouting in his office. Now he claimed he always had plans to marry me.
"I..."
"Please, forgive me. I'll take you on a trip, anywhere you want."
"What has gotten into you?" I asked.
"I've missed you terribly this past month. I could barely concentrate and you seemed so fine. I can't stand you standing so far away from me or calling me Mr. Howell, I just can't," he confessed.
"Dan, I wouldn't have been okay with ending us if I didn't believe we weren't a good couple."
"But we are."
"We're not."
"Please, I barely know what to do with myself anymore. Flirting doesn't work, my apology doesn't work, why?"
"Understand. I've thought about this before. From the beginning I've had doubts about us. Even though you've proven to be a good man, we just are too opposite to function. I don't want to end in another fight with you, it hurts too much."
"Hurts more than not being with me?" He asked and I paused. He noticed that he had struck a nerve there and cut deeper. "If you love me, arguments shouldn't stop us from being together."
"What ever happened to the Dan, the type to not even think about forever relationships?" I asked.
"You happened." I stopped and his hands gripped tighter around mine. I glanced down at them, my eyebrows curling with upset, the eyes below watering.
"I'm sorry."
I slipped away and out the door, trying to convince myself that he was just guilting me into everything. I hurried to gather my coat, heading to the elevator. I stepped in, shoving my arms in my jacket, seeing Dan at the top of the stairs as the doors closed. I called a car for Sophie's, wiping underneath my eyes.
I arrived quickly and rapped on her door. She opened it, her stomach large with her child.
"You're getting so big!" I said, pushing my emotions downwards.
"Thanks."
"Oh cheer up, you're a few months away right?"
"Yes, the doctor says the baby is well."
"I can't wait to know the gender," I replied, following her in. She returned to her spot next to PJ and I stopped where I stood. He kissed her warmly, placing a hand on her stomach, placing a kiss there as well.
"Hi (y/n) what brings you?"
I didn't respond.
"(Y/n)?"
"I—I actually have to go do something," I replied quickly, running off and out the door leaving them confused too.
That could be me. That could be us. I hurried down the steps and into the car, hurrying the driver back to the penthouse. I could hardly care about the driving back and forth. Dan is hardly a bachelor, he hardly was either. He was just scared, seeing as he lost his mother. Now I was the idiot who ran out after he told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.
The car barely even came to a stop before I opened the door and hurried out. I pressed rapidly at the top floor button, tapping my foot. I hurried in and up the steps, running over the carpet with my shoes.
"Dan?!" I called out, running up the stairs. I hurried to peek in his office, but he wasn't there. I ran down the hall to his room. Not there either.
My room?
"Dan?" I opened my door, seeing him whip around. He stepped aside from my bed where a box of chocolate laid.
"I promise I wasn't doing anything weird I was just planning a—" I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him wildly. His hands found my waist, slipping to my back.
"I love you."
"Wh—"
"I forgive you, I'm sorry myself, I just—I love you Daniel James Howell."
