“Travis, you are right on time. Join us.” She says in a welcoming tone. “Of course, I can't turn down the offer for a free meal.” I say, settling into one of the many seats in the dining room. “Wait here, I’ll go get dad.” I nod and watch her leave. She seems happier, lighter and that just makes
KIAN’S POVI drum my fingers impatiently on my car’s steering wheel, my chest tight with both anticipation and mild nervousness. The windows of my car are shut tightly and tinted black so that no one outside can see me. I chose this very car for that one reason–I can’t be seen. At least not yet. My
LESLIE’S POV I open the front door to find Dianne standing there with a brown box in both hands. I smile at her and attempt to take it from her but she doesn’t let me, shoving her way through while I step to the side to let her in. I shut the door and follow behind her. She stops short in the mid
“Thank you so much, Dianne.” “It’s what I get paid for.” She says, standing and grabbing her bag. “I should probably leave.” My face falls, “But you just got here.” “I have to return to the office and round up a few things.” I look at the time and see that there’s only twenty more minutes
KIAN’ S POV I waited outside in my car for two hours. I don’t why I waited, I don’t even know why I thought that following the personal assistant would lead me to Leslie. I guess I was just clinging to any hope and opportunity that presents itself to me. She was there for two hours and even when
LESLIE’S POV My favourite part of living in my father’s mansion is the view from the windows in my room. From here, I can see the smooth asphalt road of the suburban district. I can see the perfectly manicured gardens and the sweet scented flowers whose smell is carried by the wind. Beyond the la
KIAN’S POV I should have practiced. That’s the first thought that crossed my mind when Leslie showed up outside the house all of a sudden. I waited outside that gate for three days just to get even the slightest peek at her. I came there everyday, putting everything in my life on hold just for her
Should I have written it down? What exactly do I say to her? How do I say it so she believes me? “Kian?” Her voice sounds like it’s calling for me from a distance. Then I hear a rather loud knock on the table and snap my head up to look at her. I must have zoned out and she used that to draw my at