All Chapters of Treasured Yet Discarded: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I take in a deep breath, inhaling the warm, intoxicating scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and pumpkin. A unique-smelling cologne, but one that is both sophisticated and delicious. We put on our seat belts, and he starts the engine up with a roar, surprising me. He chuckles at my reaction, pulls out into the road, and sets off towards my place.“What kind of car is this?” I inquire to fill the silence.“Ferrari SF90 Stradale Spider,” he announces proudly like that should mean something to me.“What made you get it?”“It combines exhilarating performance with open-air driving and Italian design,” he says with a dreamy sigh.“You sound like a car salesman,” I snigger.He chuckles, briefly smiling over at me, “Okay, I just really love how it looks.”I discreetly pull out my phone and Google the car. My eyes nearly fall out of my head when I see the price. I’m sitting in a $1.4 million car?! I cautiously look around me, suddenly feeling terrified to so much as leave a microscopic scratch on thi

I close my eyes in regret. “Go away, Dylan.”“You have a date with Julian Easton? Bull fucking shit,” he scoffs, walking over and standing between us.“It’s none of your business, so like she said, go away,” snaps Áine.“I wasn’t talking to you lard-ass,” he says snidely, the instant hurt filling Áine’s face.I jump to my feet, “That does it. You seriously need to back the fuck off. I am so sick of your shit. I’m sick of you harassing me and every other woman here, and the gross name-calling. You intruded on our conversation, she was in her right to say what she said, but you had no right to say that to her,” I snap at him, my voice rising with every word.“What the hell is going on?” calls out Estaban, coming over with a large ladle in his hand like he’s ready to use it as a weapon.Dylan’s eyes narrow into angry slits, his nostrils flare, his jaw ticks and he clenches his fists as if he’s ready to throw a punch. “I should have fucking known you were like all the other women in this

I take my tray to the bar, and as I lean on it, I briefly stretch out my back to stop it from locking up. The lounge is always busy on a Friday and Saturday night, but this Friday seems to be extra busy. Why are both of my jobs running me off my feet this week.?“Can I get a Tom Collins, a glass of the Four Roses, and a glass of the 2010 Pionero Cabernet Sauvignon?”“Coming up,” Chayton nods, working on my drink order.I turn to tend to my tables only to crash into a human wall. I stumble back but firm hands catch me and hold me steady.“I’m so sorry!” I instinctively cry out. I look up into familiar hazel eyes and gulp when I register where I’ve seen them before.“I just seem to keep knocking you down,” Mr Chapman teases with a contrite look on his face.“It was entirely my fault this time, Mr Chapman,” I reassure him.He lets me go and slides his hands into the pocket of his slacks allowing me to register how different he looks from the first time I saw him. He’s gone from casual to

I step back as far as I can in this shoebox-sized bathroom and lift myself onto my tippy toes to get a better look at myself in the mirror. I’m probably dressed all wrong for a date at an A-list celebrities penthouse apartment, but I think I still look nice. I’ve picked out one of the nicer dresses I own, it’s a short red, pink, orange and white spaghetti strap dress with a pleated waist with ruffles. It’s fun and delicate and makes me think of a sunset the way the colours all blend into each other. I’ve got my hair up in a high pony and have done light makeup, just some mascara, lip oil and a light body shimmer. Nothing too extravagant.Feeling satisfied, I go to put on some of my favourite perfume only to realise it’s not where I left it. I look around but can’t seem to find it. I take a breath trying not to get frustrated. Why is it always when you want something that you suddenly can’t find it? Maybe I ran out and just forgot. I grab one of the small tester vials I keep from when I

Taking my hand, he leads us to one of the two-seater lounges, sitting us down and placing his drink on the table in front of us.“Interviewers and paparazzi are always trying to dig into my past and learn about me, but one of the things I had my agent and manager promise me, is to never release details about my past to the public. I even had it put in their contracts. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my past, it’s just not something I want to be reminded of, and I knew when I entered this profession that if people knew, it would be brought up a lot and I just didn’t want that.”“I understand. It’s your personal life and you don’t have to share it with anyone. Personally, I think it’s really invasive and unstable the way the public feels entitled to know everything that happens in a celebrity's life. Even the way they say, ‘Well this is what you signed up for, so stop complaining’. This isn’t what you signed up for. You signed on to do a job, that doesn’t give anyone the right to pry into