Haylee Reanor is a very successful woman at the age of 24 she built her own company from the ground up.
Connor Luca took over his fathers business at 27, even though he had other plans with his life.
Both Haylee and Connor have a painful past with...
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"So what meetings are left for today" lexi said leaning against the brick wall.
"There are two more for investors or clients and then the final one is a meeting with my finance team just to make sure we are still on track for this years budget" I shrugged inhaling the smoke.
"I don't get how you hardly sleep" lexi yawned "one meeting and I want to crawl into bed" she laughed.
"You get used to it I guess. It helps when you don't have a partner. I can stay up as late as I want and have no one nagging me to come to bed. The amount of times I've woke up in my office after face planting my desk" I chuckled.
"You will find someone, I promise" she smirked sparking her cigarette. "And they might be closer than you think" she smirked.
"Lex trust me, me and Connor will never be anything again. Not now, not ever" I sighed.
"But you were couple goals" she whined softly pushing my shoulder.
"Can we change the subject please" I muttered looking down kicking a stone about with my heel. Nobody apart from my brother knew how lonely I actually was. How desperate I was to find love and have something in my life other than work.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear" lexi whispered as I light another cigarette.
"Hey hayls" Connor smiled placing a cigarette in between his perfect lips.
I really needed to stop thinking like this. Or I just needed to get laid. Either option works for me.
"Hi" I mumbled not looking in his eyes.
"So I didn't realise Reanor property investments was your company" he smirked leaning against the brick wall.
"Well who else did you think ran it" I sighed.
Please don't say my dad. Please don't mention my pops.
"Your old man" he whispered.
Fuck he said it.
"Connor you know my pops passed away when I was 16" tears started forming as the thought of losing my dad came up again.
"Shit I didn't mean to upset you" he whispered looking down at his shoes.
"Yeah well you always manage to upset me some how don't you" I snapped "if you would excuse me I have a company to run" pushing myself off the wall, linking arms with lexi.
"I need a coffee" I sighed "in fact I need a stronger drink"
"Babe don't let him get to you" she whispered as we walked down the street.
"It's hard, all of a sudden he has come waltzing into my life again after so long and just seeing him today is causing old memories to resurface. I don't want to remember that part of my life. I don't want to remember the dark times" my voice barely a whisper.
"Hey, you pulled through that time and look at what you have done with your life. Look what you have created. You are a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Remember that. You are my little Phoenix no matter what" lexi smiled giving me a squeeze.
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Standing at the bar, sipping what ever drink lexi had brought for me, fake smile on my face. To an outsider it looked like I was having a really good night. In reality it was far from that. Ever since I saw Connor again my mind had been going a million miles an hour. Memories resurfaced. First all the happy times where we was inseparable, but soon followed the dark memories. The drugs. The fights. The lies. The arguments.
All I wanted to do was cry.
Leaning back against the bar, watching everyone around me have a great night and there's me stuck in a sea of people feeling the loneliest I have felt in months.
"Alright darling" a sleezy voice whispered in my ear. Shuddering at the sound.
"Yep" I smiled popping the p.
"I can make you night better baby, show you a good time" sleeze ball smirked
"Yeah sure you can" I muttered rolling my eyes.
"No I can show you a really good time" he said raising his eyebrow as he pulled a little baggy full of white powder out of his pocket.
I froze. I can't go back down that hole. I was coming up to 3 years sober. I needed to get far away from that shit and this man as possible.
"Sorry not interested" I said walking away from him.
Sitting at one of the stools I smiled at jimmy, the owner. I felt a presence next to me, a cold presence. Turning my head to see the guy that was trying to see me coke.
"You are persistence aren't you?" I questioned.
"Well I was thinking you look like you could do with a hit or two, so for a pretty girl like you, this one is on me" he smiled placing the small bag in my palm, closing my hand into a fist. Before I could say anything he disappeared.
Fuck.
"You alright Haylee" jimmy said placing a drink in front of me snapping me out my thoughts.
"Yeah thanks, how's business going" I smiled taking a sip.
"It's been great since you took over. Honestly I thought I'd have to close" he said.
"Glad I could help" I smiled. We chatted some more about the club and how things were at headquarters. The whole time that stupid little bag in my hand was burning me. It's all I could think about. My dark thoughts where getting darker.
Fuck it.
I excused myself and headed towards the smoking area. Sparking up I leant against the wall. Still in two minds whether to just say screw it and take the hit.
I don't know how long had passed but I had tears streaming down my face, and I was now on the floor. Staring at the bag in my hands.
"Haylee" I heard lexi shout. The next thing I knew she was crouched down in front of me. "Babe what happened" she whispered.
I couldn't speak, I wanted to tell her everything but the words were stuck in my throat. She followed my gaze and saw the bag in my hands.
"Shit" she mumbled getting her phone out. I knew full well she was calling Kade.
"Kade I need you to get down to the club hayls owns....yes right now....she's slumped on the floor in the smoking area, tears streaming down her face....code white"
