“This place is great. I can’t believe I’ve never come here before,” I say as Steven Gomez smiles at me. “You look very handsome,” I say, taking in his nice button down and dark slacks. He ducks his head with a heart-melting grin.“Thank you.” When he looks at me again, there’s a sparkle in his amber-colored eyes.A woman drops off our drinks and I thank her. Taking a sip of my wine, I scan the room. “How was your day?” Steven asks.I glance at him again. “That’s a dangerous question.” With a short, sharp laugh, I try not to let Apollo ruin my good time.“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he says kindly.“It’s okay. I just have to defend my boss’s son and he’s always getting into trouble; you know what I mean?” I ask. Steven nods and the words pour out of me around sips of wine.“He treats his dad poorly, he’s a bit of a jerk, and for some reason he doesn't seem to care about anybody but himself.” I’d already told Steven Gomez a bit about my past. “It stings when I think about how I lost m
I delete the next photo, and the next, and the next. Each image brings back memories, all bittersweet and painful, like being stabbed in the back while enjoying your favorite activity. Each moment, captured in my phone tells a story. Our first date. Our first kiss. Our first road trip to the beach where she’d surfed and I sat on the sand, watching her have a good time.Her kissing me on the cheek on our anniversary, cross-eyeing as she eats chocolate on Valentine’s Day. I delete them all, feeling a mix of pain and relief as I let her go. I realize I don’t miss her. I miss the fun, the adventures, and even the quiet nights in. I miss having a friend, a partner, a lover.I miss laughter and play, pillow fights and spraying each other with the kitchen faucet head. I miss waking her with kisses or breakfast, grabbing her backside as we made our morning coffee, that smile she’d throw over her shoulder when she knew I was behind her.And whisk away on a digital breeze ever last reminder of
“It made chores more fun.” Even though she doesn't say it, a sense that my being busy all the time is the problem.“You're an amazing friend.”In a very matter of fact tone, she responds with, “I know.”I wonder what to say next, but she starts talking again. “As far as Steven, he will either come around and realize he made a mistake and apologize, or he won't. Either way, you have your answer. I'm betting that he's going to be apologizing to you sooner rather than later.” She lets out a laugh.Part of me wants to believe her, but another part of me whispers to let him go. Obviously, he's not right for me, and it's better that I learn this sooner rather than later.“You're right, as always,” I say, hearing her washing machine start humming. “How are things with you?”“Great, I just got a promotion at work, Larry asked me out, but I said no because who needs that headache? And mom and I are going on vacation next month. We booked a cruise.” In spite of her upbeat voice, pain lances thr
Apollo Kian POVI have never liked wearing suits.I'm happy in slacks and dark-colored button-down shirts, but in suits, I feel ridiculous, like a penguin. And no, I don't have to be wearing black and white to feel like I look like a penguin.I smooth a hand down the lapel of my jacket, waiting for the elevator to open and take me to my father’s floor.Unfortunately, I have no choice in how I dress. I accepted his offer, the offer that saved me from going to jail, but also trapped me in his web of lies like a fly waiting for an inevitable death. I spent so much of my life trying not to get under his thumb, and in the end, he'd managed to get me in checkmate.The elevator door opens and I step inside, pressing the button for the floor of his law firm.My father has always been a damn good businessman. He knows how to bend the law, how to make friends with the right people, and how to get what he wants from anyone. After all, he's had a lot of practice bending the truth and making peopl
Ellen de Luna POVI glance up at the door, expecting to see Apollo again.Instead, Raul stands in the doorway with a serious expression on his face and my heart sinks from the knot in my gut to the tips of my toes.What more devastation can he possibly unleash on me?“Welcome back to the company,” he says simply without explaining this new development at all.Struggling to trust him after he had turned on me so quickly, I try to figure him out. “Why?” I ask, certain that if the news is too good to be true, then it probably is.“Apollo made a very compelling argument on your behalf.”I feel my eyebrows race for my hairline. Of everything he could have said, I think that's the explanation I expected the least.The arrogant, smug, handsome Apollo saved my job. Why? Is this some ploy to prove that he's better than me? Is he just hoping for the opportunity to torture me? Why would he do something nice like save my job?There must be more to this than I can see right now. “Thank you,” I say
I don't understand the reason he'd say something like that and I'm cautious, not trusting his motives.“Sure,” I say, trying to decode his meaning in those incredible brown eyes of his.He smiles and I sense his relief as his shoulders droop and the tension seems to drain out of him. “Thank you.”He pauses, then continues speaking. “And about those kisses-”“I thought we were starting fresh,” I say quickly, and a devilish grin lights up his features.“Trust me,” he says.Trust him? How can I trust the guy who went behind my back and talked to his father, nearly costing me my job? Sure, he got it back, but he’s the reason I lost it in the first place.I know I'm not being fair; my own actions are what cost me my job.Not so bad after all. Maybe he really is trying to be nice and smooth things over between us. Maybe I should give him a chance.As I search his expression for any hint that he's ready to betray me, I see an unexpected vulnerability in his eyes as his jaw tightens and his t
“I don’t think so,” I say with a smile. “My stomach isn’t going to let me think about work right now.” That statement is half right.“Okay,” she says softly.Again, that warm fuzzy feeling wells up in me and I try to figure out how I got here. No matter what I’ve tried to do to put the brakes on things, I can see that I’m starting to have feelings for her. The kind of feelings I have no business having for my business partner.Sure, it was funny in the beginning when I kissed her before we worked together, but now... she’s a distraction I can’t afford to have. And if Raul ever catches wind that I have feelings for her, he’d exploit them faster than I could flip a switch.She’s a danger to me, a blue ring octopus, beautiful and deadly with no idea how easily she could endanger everything I know and love.And as those disturbing realities crash over me, one after the other like stormy waves crashing on a beach, I hear a knock at the door.“Food?” I ask, frowning. It’s way too early for
“I’m so happy we were able to work this out,” he says, reaching for me to pull me close, but I dance away, my face still white-hot with embarrassment that all of this is happening in front of Apollo. I’m sure he’s getting a kick out of this situation and enjoying some cheap laughs at my expense.“Just to be clear, though,” Steven says, glancing at Apollo for the first time since walking into the room. “If she were your date and she spent over an hour talking about some other guy, would you be okay with that?”He feels like he’s won and he’s still trying to convince me I’m wrong? Am I losing my mind right now?Apollo doesn't so much as look in Steven’s direction. Instead, he focuses his gorgeous green eyes on me and speaks in a low, calm tone."Ellen, if I went on a date with you, you could talk about the weather in Egypt and I'd still hang on every word." His gaze darts back and forth between mine.A jolt of electric current races through me. Did he just say what I think I heard? Did
Apollo stands up and pulls me into a hug, speaking softly into my ear. “Ellen, I love you. I know that if I don’t try to make amends and ask you to spend your life with me, I’ll forever regret that. So I’m asking you - and if the answer is no, I deserve that for how much I’ve hurt you. But will you marry me?”I pull back to look him in the eyes, worried he’s joking or messing with me or that this is some kind of prank. But he looks serious and genuine and maybe a little bit afraid.Standing in my apartment surrounded by flowers, I realize that the man that I love just asked me to marry him.I glance down at the ring.He continues speaking. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to be with you until my last heartbeat, my last breath. You make me happy.”Emotions crash over me, disbelief, excitement, joy, fear, and overwhelmingly, love. I love this man, and I want to spend forever with him. Not because of the firm, or because of the flowers. B
I press the call button and let them know he’s awake and feeling some pain. They assure us they’ll be right in and I thank them.Dad, however, has already gone back to trying to figure things out. “An outside lawyer, huh? What are you up to?” he muses under his breath, correctly assuming I’m not about to tell him my secrets.There’s no way he’ll guess what I have planned. It’s so elegant, simple, and perfect. I know how I’m going to win Ellen back - if she’ll have me. I know there’s a possibility that I screwed things up beyond repair, but I’m going to hope for the best. And heck, this plan might just win her back even if she hates me now.I decide to toss my dad a bone. “I’m going to fire her.”He lifts his head, looking at me like I've lost my mind. And maybe I have. “I don't think making her hate you is the way to win her heart.”I can only hope that my gamble pays off exactly how I hope it will, and I lift a shoulder at my father. “I guess we'll see what happens, huh?”XXXEllen d
What do I have to lose by telling him the truth? Then again, I kind of just want to have fun and forget about everything. I lean in close to the guy. “Actually, I'm totally on the run from the cops right now.” I press my finger to my lips and he laughs.“Cute and funny, you’re dangerous. I’m Jack Xander.” He offers his hand and I shake.“Ellen.”“Cute name. What do you do for a living, Ellen?”“Why, you looking for a sugar momma?” I ask.He laughs again. “No, it just seems like a good icebreaker.”“I am... a librarian.” If the guy doesn't get the reference, he's not the guy for me.“I love that,” he says. “Have you come here before?”I shake my head no.“Do you want to dance?”A glance at him and hesitate. I don't want to dance. But I don't really want to talk either. “I think I've had a couple too many for that,” I say instead.“And you’re honest. Triple threat lady.” He gestures at me with his cup as if saying cheers and I try not to be bored. There’s nothing about this guy that mak
Ellen de Luna POVI can barely draw a breath.How could he just end things and worse, end them through an impersonal text?It's been several days since he dumped me, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces of my emotions and broken heart.He hasn't come back to work yet, but I assume that he has been talking to other people about his plans. But I'm not the one that's in the loop anymore, and that kills me. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder why he chose now, of all times, to break up with me.Did Steven get to him? Or did he tell his dad about us, only for his dad to tell him he’s making a huge mistake? The last option is the most probable.I should have prepared better for this. Instead, I feel absolutely blindsided. The timing just doesn't make sense - his dad must be the reason. But I can’t imagine why Raul Soriano wouldn’t want us together. Would the man really make work a priority over his son’s happiness? And if Raul knows, why wasn’t I fired?There are so many questions that ke
No matter how I look at the situation, every outcome seems like some kind of disaster.Katie clearly doesn't see things the same way. “So what? You're both adults. You're both single. Other people need to mind their own business.”That's not the way any of this works. “It's not that simple, Katie. It's never that simple. There are consequences to everything, and I don't want to risk losing him or my job or my self-respect.”“I know,” she says, a false smile on her lips as she watches people go about their strolls in the sunshine. “It’s not fair, is it?”Nope.“You shouldn’t let fear hold you back. When you get one chance at life, don't do things that you'll regret.” I know she's right, but the thing she doesn't seem to see is that I'm not sure which decision will lead to the least regret. I’m going to have regrets no matter what I do.“Are you settling in well to your new office?” I ask, needing to change the subject away from myself in Apollo.Her animated expression tells me everyth
I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our careers, our reputations, even our futures. But I didn't want to hurt her or let her ache without offering some warmth and safety when she needs it most. My father's words ring in my ears. Life is too short to waste on regrets. I should follow my heart and be happy. I should find love and hold on tight.He is right; life is too short. And what I feel for Ellen is deeper than anything I’ve felt for a woman before. Deeper than what I felt for my ex, even, who’d I’d forgotten about until this moment. Ellen had touched a place deep within me that I thought would be sealed off from people for good after the betrayal I’d suffered.And I make a decision. I stand here, patting her shoulder awkwardly, trying to act casual. Then I wrap my arms around her. I hug her tight, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat while whispering in her ear that I’m sorry for what happened and that I'm glad she's okay. I tell her that she's strong and that St
Ellen de Luna POVI'm sitting at my desk working on a case, when I hear a knock on the door. I assume it’s Apollo, though a second later I wonder why he’d knock.It’s not Apollo. When I look up, I see a delivery man holding a large bouquet of beautiful flowers; white Chrysanthemums with pops of color from pink and purple daisies.The delivery man flashes a handsome grin and asks me if I'm Ellen. I nod, and he walks over to place the flowers on my desk. “These are for you,” he says before leaving the room as quickly as he came.I'm surprised - and curious. Who would have sent me the flowers? I mean, Steven thinks red roses are literally the only kind of flower in existence, so he’s out.As I study the flowers, I'm impressed. They're beautiful, colorful, and smell delightful. I also have to give kudos to the flower company - the flowers are fresh, elegant, and cheerful.Suddenly, I know how to tell who sent these to me. I search for a card and find one. The small, white card simply read
“I meant what I said.” Apollo sounds confident as he doubles down. “No one's going to believe a word that comes out of his mouth after what happened in our office. Besides, how is he going to come tell anyone at our office if he's not welcome in the building? Security is going to see him at the door and escort him off the premises, and if he continues trying, he'll get slapped with trespassing charges.”The thought of Steven running to tattle on us at our jobs and getting charged with trespassing brings a smile to my lips.“Are we being stupid?” I ask, wondering what he’ll say to my concerns.“I don’t think so. Do you? If we let Steven dictate what we can and can’t do, that seems more stupid.” He lets out a soft chuckle and I couldn't agree more.“You’re right,” I say, letting the breath out of my lungs slowly. With it goes some of the stress and tension I’ve been struggling with. He’s so reassuring, and I’m grateful for this conversation.“Look, I like you. A lot. I don’t want Steven
Two hours later, I watch her walk into the park where I’d asked her to meet me. Her gaze meets mine and a smile brightens her face as she walks my direction. She reaches my side. I take her hand and lead her toward the little ice cream cart that I'd spied earlier. I know this particular vendor often hangs out near the park. “Ice cream?” I ask.“I love pistachio,” she says, and I signal for two cones as the vendor serves us up. The weather is warm and the sun peeks from behind intermittent clouds as we take our cones and go for a walk amongst the beautiful trees and plants.“You like pistachio, too?” she asks.“I’ve never had it and wanted to try,” I say honestly. The thought of a nut-flavored ice cream always steered me away but as I try the light green treat, I’m pleasantly surprised.“And what do you think?” she asks, angling her body toward me as we walk.“I think I have a new favorite ice cream flavor,” I respond.She laughs. “Okay, now honestly.”“Honestly,” I say, smiling at he