《The Wedding Plan》Chapter 7
Advertisement
Back at her desk, Eleanor was trying to work, but her mind kept falling towards that small encounter in Larissa's office. He doesn't remember it, so it's fine. He didn't recognize me. I'm the only one that still remembers that. She said to herself over and over until Larissa asked for her again and her dreams were chattered.
After Miss Clark told Eleanor that she had to go to Sebastian Crain's office before leaving the building, the minutes turned into hours and the end of her workday became a mirage. As for Sebastian's workday, it could not have been worse.
The young woman did not leave his thoughts during day, not even for a single second, which made his meetings a lot harder to endure than usual. He could only think of Eleanor's smile, and that she had completely ignored him. Why did she ignore me? He wondered.
He was used to being admired by everyone, women desired him, and men wanted to be like him. At least that was what the tabloids said about him in every single article, even though Sebastian wished things were different. That was how his life was ever since he came out to the public as the new CEO of Crain Enterprises.
No one knew his real self. No one seemed to care about that, and no one ever took their eyes off him. But he understood he was partially to blame for that. The media painted an image of him that stuck, and instead of fighting it; he went with the flow. It created the facade of him being a cocky billionaire womanizer, his charming appearance and indifferent attitude towards most people certainly helped.
Eleanor took a deep breath. Her cheeks were too red, hair was too messy, and she failed at removing a coffee stain from her dress. Why did Sebastian want to see her? Had she done something wrong that Miss Clark wasn't aware of? Or did he remember it, after all?
Advertisement
And how was she going to be alone in the same room as him when just one look made her feel so intimidated? She wasn't sure she could keep a calm and straight face. His blue eyes were too intense as they seemed to pierce her, searching for something.
'Please come in,' the CEO said from his chair.
'Excuse me.'
She walked in and looked around the office. She had never been in there before.
The office was enormous. There was a desk in the center facing the door, two black armchairs in front it, a few abstract paintings on the walls in gray and blue tones, on a thin table by the door were glass cups and a jar of water and on the other corner of the room there was a round cherry-wood meetings table with six chairs around it.
'Have a seat.'
She sat down on one of the black chairs in front of him and studied the décor of the space, avoiding Sebastian's eyes. She tugged her dress under her legs in a failed attempt to hide the stain, which he saw, and made him laugh softly.
'What?' She raised her head and their eyes met.
'You finally looked at me,' he said with a dangerous smile on his lips. 'And you're quite clumsy, aren't you?'
Her heart sank. Oh god! He remembers. She thought.
'What? Why do you think that?' she fidgeted.
He pointed his finger towards the coffee stain.
'Well, I needed the coffee and was exhausted,' — she nervously looked around the office — 'did I do anything wrong? When I talked to Miss Clark, this morning, everything was okay and—'
He smiled as he looked straight at her.
'Coffee. That's funny. It brings back a memory.'
Advertisement
Eleanor gulped and felt her cheeks getting redder and redder as she was feeling more and more flustered.
'Have we ever been introduced before?'
She panicked. She was still terribly embarrassed by the fateful accident from that day.
'He actually remembers, doesn't he?' she mumbled, not even realizing that she was speaking out loud.
'Remember what?' Sebastian said with a smirk.
He was amused; he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
Her face turned as red as a tomato.
'We bumped into each other,' — her voiced cracked — 'around four months ago at Montgomery Consulting.'
After seeing Eleanor's embarrassed look, Sebastian was now sure that it was her, the same Eleanor, the clumsy but charming coffee girl.
He laughed as the memory played back in his head.
'The coffee girl. That was you?'
'Yup. That was me.'
She looked to the side, to the floor, and her hair cascaded down, hiding her face.
Sebastian studied her for a bit. He thought she was beautiful back then, and even more so now that she wasn't hiding her face as much.
Her hair was still strawberry blond, long and disheveled with untamed waves, but now she didn't have a fringe. Her eyes were like two emeralds glowing as the light hit them, and the freckles that captured his attention back then adorned her rosy cheeks that contrasted with her complexion that was almost as white as snow. He was truly mesmerized.
'Sorry for not recognizing you sooner. You changed quite a lot since we first saw each other four months ago. You got rid of the bangs and the glasses, and you are not covered in coffee. Well, sort of. You have a coffee stain. I guess you didn't change that much after all.'
Eleanor felt her face burning. She was mortified yet again. She changed her appearance a bit so that she would feel like she belonged at a place like Crain — and she succeed in that — but she remained as clumsy as ever.
'How's your ankle?' he asked with a smirk.
'Fine.'
'I waited for your call. And I looked for you after the meeting.'
'You did?' she raised her head and looked at the man.
'Yes, but I was told that you had already left. Who would've thought that you'd end up here?' he sighed, and a mischievous smile danced on his lips. 'Did you quit at Montgomery?'
'No, it was just a three-month internship.'
'You barely said a word to me,' he said with a sad smile. 'You looked so scared and angry at the same time. I wasn't sure if you were about to yell at me or cry. I've never felt so ignored in my life as I felt that time. And for once I was trying to be a good person.'
Eleanor took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
'I was about to cry, and not about to yell. I was utterly and completely mortified.'
'Well, that's all in the past. Let's forget about that and start over. Sebastian Crain, pleasure to meet you,' — he stretched his arm across the table — 'come on, it's just a handshake, don't leave me hanging.'
She showed him a timid smile and gave him her hand.
Advertisement
ZER
Flying away to another galaxy is part of the plan. Falling for one of its natives is not. ***"If one day you choose to leave me, I'm not sure I will let that happen. I'm not sure I will be able to let you go, I'm not sure I can accept it, and moving on." His hands are moving the thin straps of my sleeping gown, sending it to fall into a puddle around me. "I'm not sure I can use my logic not to force you with all my power to stay with me." He captures me, one hand behind my neck and the other behind my waist. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?"***📚 Cover by @xazraex
8 111Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan
I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone...NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".
8 311Appetite! [BL]
***BL/YAOI WARNING*** Ein Schmidt was disowned from his family due to his orientation 22 years ago. Today he leads a successful life, he's now the assistant manager and corporate secretary for Hotel Citron, a 1st class, international hotel based in London. Although his career was flourishing, Ein had lived a solitary life for two decades. But then, a day before his 40th birthday, spring came knocking on Ein's door, and slowly Ein started to open his heart. Henry's golden irises radiated in the dark night, the cool wind blew gently and Ein watched his blond hair gracefully sway along. He then slowly reached for Ein's left hand, held it delicately and pressed it to his lips to give a kiss. "I don't care what you are, or how old you are... You're you, Ein. And... I loved you for who you are." ~~~~~ Updates on MWF before 5:00PM EST ~~~~~
8 119Sold to him (The Mafia- El Ricci # 1)
"WAIT!? YOU SOLD ME?"-"You are mine, Emily... You belong to me" he whispers in my ear and then kisses me. I feel electricity through my whole body. His hand goes from my hips to my ass and he squeezes so hard that I can't help the whimper that escapes me."And this..." kiss! "...my future wife..." Smack! Right on my ass. "...Is only the beginning"*Mateo El RicciIntense, Perceptive, MysteriousThe most feared man in New YorkAnd my husband...My uncle sold me to their family and now I'm an wife to Mateo, the first guy who made me feels things deep inside.He hates me, it's clear. The way he looks at me with disgust makes me want to die, to run but I have nowhere to go.Until finally he lets me see the real darkness in his heart and claiming there is no place for me but he messed with the wrong woman.I love a challenge and I'm not planning to lose.The way in his heart is difficult, especially when the truth comes to light but you know what?Nothing is going to stop me from trying.Because he's worth the pain, lies and broken promises...Find out!(+18 scenes)Will edit soon when I have the time!
8 5331984
What would you do if you woke up one day and you didn't know where you were? (Not the story by George Orwell)***WARNING***-foul language-sexual abuse-just abuse in general-pretty graphic scenes ((blood, gore, smut, that stuff))-bodily fluids are a thing and are gross to some
8 115The Balcony
She chose her apartment because she liked the attached balcony and the peace and quiet it afforded her. That is soon about to change thanks to a new neighbour. Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my person, my Yang, my Lorelai. I write today because you asked why not. Cover Picture Courtesy: To the ever lovely @AasthaKatrela!
8 85