His Regret

Chapter 3

Hola readers!!! What do you guys think so far? Eh? Im wondering if im moving too fast but in order to get to the good stuff i gotta go at a fast pace. Dont worry though, just because the stories moving a bit fast, it will still make perfect sense and hopefully, in the end it will be perfection! Lol, long shot right? But a gal can dream right?^_^ Anywho.... Next chapter will be a goody good one. Im sorry to say that i lied when i said id be able to upload everyday,. Sorry, but schools a B!+(# right noww and i cant fall behind. Hopefully ill have more time but as of now, its whenever i can squeeze time in. Ok, im done with my little rant. Read on! Hope you all enjoy!

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Chapter 3

I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as I looked around. I was laying on the divan in my office and the lights were off. Blinking the last of my fogginess away, I stood up looking around wondering how the hell I ended up on the couch and the lights off. Walking towards the door, I noticed a silhouette in the corner and I froze. I swallowed hard as I trained my eyes one the figure. It came closer and closer until it was he was standing right in front of the window. A sob rose from my chest as my breathing became heavy. " Noah?" I thought. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I walked behind my desk and sat down hoping that would stop the shaking in my knees. I couldn't believe he was here, standing before me in all his glory. I couldn't help but peek from under my lashes. His once messy jet black hair was now tamed and brushed back. He's once innocent boyish face was now gone replaced with a manly one. His eyes stared at me as I assessed him and a smirk appeared on his face. I blushed deep red as I quickly looked away.

"You don't look so bad yourself." he said as he deliberately looked me up and down. Blushing deeper, I inhaled and decided to be professional about even though I felt anything but.

"What can I help you with Mr. Wesley? I asked making sure to keep all emotion out of my voice. standing up I grabbed my notepad and sat in my usual spot and gestured to the awaiting divan. Taking my hint, Noah (Adam?) sat and looked at me. Ignoring my hammering heart, I poised my hand over the yellow notepad and looked at him expectantly.

"Well, I have a problem," he began.