All Chapters of SOAR WITH ME: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

#Chapter 142 WarrenConnor and Yasmine leave as they have to visit her mom. Ivan and Declan follow afterwards, leaving Tinsely, Evelyn, Michael and I behind.The thunder strikes outside and soon a heavy downpour takes over the silence in the room. Michael and I sit in the living room while Evelyn and Tinsely wash the dishes. "You better take care of my sister, Archer. She's been through enough already. Don't break her heart again." Michael quietly says those words but they echo in my ears."I won't." I assure him but it does nothing to his hard expressions."Or else I'll destroy you. You're not the only one who's got money."I've seen his stuff around Evelyn's apartment. The guy is loaded."But I'm definitely one who's got more than you." That earns me a sharp glare."Dickhead." He mutters and picks up his phone, a clear sign that he's done talking to me.Pulling out my phone I check some emails until Evelyn takes a seat beside me and kisses my cheek

#Chapter 144 EvelynOn our way we eat dinner at a small deli that has the spiciest food I've ever tasted. The dishes are all vegetarian and I know immediately that Warren had something to do with it. But he acted like he didn't. We talked and teased each other just like we have on our previous dates, ignoring the strong feelings brewing between us.Driving me to his penthouse we kiss all the way up and then stumble into his bedroom. When the lock turns on, cold air brushes over my body and I feel shivers."Come here." Warren says, leaning against the wall. His foot is crossed over the other, and his hands into his pockets.The sound of my heels echo in the room as I decrease the distance between us. Anticipation and excitement has my heart racing a thousand miles per hour, but I keep going.When I get closer to him, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. "You're so beautiful that you take my breath away, Evelyn."I don't know about him, but him saying that t

#Chapter 146 EvelynOn my way I buy two bottles of cheap wine and arrive at Yasmine's place. She lives with her mom outside the city in a nice big house with a picket fence. Her house looks dreamy and feels like home. I texted Ivan to come. By the time I pull up at her house it's two in the morning, and I'm emotionally tired and physically numb. Yet still I can hear my heart aching in excruciating pain.The lights are on as I make my way to the door. Before I can knock, it opens, and my two best friends look at me and pull me in a hug. I let the tears stream down my face. Miles goes frantic beside me and I try to calm him down, but he's not having it. Sitting on the couch in the living room I pull him on my lap and rub his fur in long slow strokes."Where's your mom?" I ask Yasmine."She's with Aunt Riley for the weekend." I nod and put the bottle on the table.Ivan and Yasmine sit across from me and pour wine into the glasses."So I guess this i

#Chapter 148 EvelynTwo weeks have gone since Warren and I broke up. But it feels like I'm still stuck in that night when he was inside me and told me how much he loves me. I was always a bit in doubt about his real feelings toward me, but that night cleared everything for me. Warren loves me and has loved me since high school. My heart explodes in joy but sorrow filters in the next second. The past weeks have been nothing but dry and boring for me. Nothing interests me.Jessica and I have been splitting work due to the flow of orders. Apparently, Noah and his sister raved about my company at the wedding and now more people have approached me. It's surreal and I feel happy. But that also means there's a lot of work which I'm appreciating. I've become a workaholic. From making designs till late at night to holding long meetings. I keep myself as busy as I can but the ache in my chest refuses to disappear.No amount of work or long drives helps me take my mind

#Chapter 150 WarrenI hate New York.I've been here for two weeks and I can't fathom how people live here. It's so fucking cold. And the snow keeps on accumulating each day. The famous city is buzzing with Christmas energy. Colorful lights are wrapped around shops, Christmas drinks are a full-show and wreaths and impressively decorative Christmas trees are everywhere. There's so much joy and laughter in the air that I'm sick of it.It's not that I hate Christmas because I don't. For the past years I've gotten used to celebrating this day on my own, and sometimes with Connor. His family invites me over and I attend the exquisite dinner his mom cooks. Gifts are exchanged. It's nice, but not homey. When I return home it's me and my empty penthouse and that kills the spirit. In New York even Connor isn't here and it's boring and depressing.Since I've arrived I've been working a lot. I only go to sleep when my eyes begin to water and exhaustion takes over me.