Sometimes I like to believe that love exists. I've always been in love with the idea of love. It's to a point if I ever develop feelings for anyone in any way, I'll start questioning if I actually like them or the way I see them in my head.

I'm never sure if I've actually ever been in real love, I've just read about it.

The type of love that you read in books and see in movies and tv shows, high school romance, teenage angst, anything of that particular category.

Whether it's a toxic relationship or a healthy one, it's always been something I've been envious of.

Most of those relationships end up falling apart sooner or later. Ending with their hearts completely shattered, what once was love is now either hate, confusion, disappointment.

That's the only thing on my mind as I'm laying in bed with a book in my hands, attempting to fall asleep.

The book I'm reading is romance, the only genre I've gotten myself to read without getting caught into something else, my short attention span could never get into books that didn't contain any.

It's freezing, maybe two or three am. I couldn't tell you cause my phone is dead and I don't have the energy to turn on the lights, the only light source being the moonlight gaping through the window above my bed.

I hate this.

My body is in between two large pillows and the blanket is barely staying on me.

And, the headache is getting worse, if I finally sleep maybe it'll go away?

Wrong, I can't get myself to sleep.

Really don't want to go to work tomorrow.

Plus, I have to see Ronan, meaning I'll have to interact with him.

Why am I still thinking about him?

I don't fucking know.

He's keeping me up.

Stop.

What is he doing right now?

Sleeping, like someone should at this time. A regular thing to do.

Something you can't do because you can never get yourself to have a proper night of sleep.

Maybe I shouldn't think at all.

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My black heels hit every step of the stairs leading up to the front of the Vernice Industries building, making a tapping noise.

I step into the tall glass building through the revolving doors, walking up to the reception where the receptionist sat at.

"Good morning." The blonde woman greets. "Where do you need to go?" She asks, looking up at me to meet my gaze.

"Oh, where is um, Ronan Vernice's room?" I questioned her.

"Room—" She glances over at her monitor. "105. Do you have an appointment with him?"

I nod in response.

She checks the monitor in front of her, looking me up and down again, as if she was making sure of something.

I raise an eyebrow and she answers.

"You go up those stairs, turn left. Walk down the hall, third door on your right." She gives directions.

"Thank you so much." I replied, heading towards the stairs and slowly walking up. I shouldn't have worn these fucking heels.

They hurt so badly, I don't know why I'm even wearing them right now.

I reached the second floor, turning to where it was to find a plaque beside a set of double doors that read 'Room 105' in bold gold lettering, his full name embroidered underneath.

I begin to knock on the wooden doors a few times, waiting for a response.

I push the door open slightly, not being able to see anything through the gap.

He fully opens it from the inside, dressed in formal clothing.

I let myself in, looking around a little bit, the marble floors and tall windows cluttering the walls while his desk was in the middle of the huge office. A small white crystal chandelier hanging over the desk.

I sat down on the chair in front of him as he started to speak.

"Do you have an appointment with me?" He lowers his gaze towards the files in my hand, I hand them to him and he looks through them one by one, maintaining eye contact with me.

"Uh, yeah of course—" I cleared my throat, "I talked to, um Barbara at the reception." I said, making up a name for the receptionist, why the hell did I do that?

Now I sound like a fucking idiot. Well done.

"Right, Barbara." He slams the files on the desk right in front of me, furrowing his brows. "These look fine." He states.

Fine?

"Okay, so we were supposed to discuss the new-" I began but then again he interrupted.

"The new line. Yeah, I know."

"So, we probably should, you know start working on it." I continue.

He fixes his shirt a bit, "I mean, we should, but it's not like we have to." He suggested, putting a cigarette between his lips.

Exactly, what does he mean by that?

"You should probably sign those papers." I slide them back to him.

A lopsided smile forms on his face as he takes the cigarette out from between his lips. "We could do other things if you wanted to."

"Yeah, no thanks." I declined, knowing what he meant. I think about the amount of girls that must've been in here and cringe at the thought, "Sign those papers would you?"

He flips open the file again, only looking at the papers in front of him for a moment before returning his gaze and keeping it on me the entire time.

He hands it back to me, his rings making contact with my bare hands. The sleeves of my shirt slide down for a minute and his brows furrow.

I slide them back up, changing the subject. "I'm going to look around your office." I smiled, walking around it and admiring it. I spotted a dartboard from across the room and found a few darts beside it.

"Woah, I want to try this." I said as I took out one of the darts, pointing it towards the middle of the board.

I hold a few in my other hand, almost throwing it to the center.

"You're not even doing it right." His voice startled me as I kept my gaze onto the target.

"Isn't this how you're supposed to be doing it?" I throw one to the center of the board, instead the red dart falls onto the ground.

I stare it on the floor in dismay, bending down to pick it up.

"Give me it." He demanded, taking them from me and pushing me aside, letting the dart go, it lands right in the middle of the board.

"Impressive." I clapped one time, "Teach me how to do that."

I grabbed another dart, pointing it to the board, squinting my eyes. He moves my wrist forward, directing me on which way to point it at.

He throws a few darts toward it, that all land around the middle of the target.

"I don't get it." I say in realization.

He groans, rolling his eyes and placing one hand on my shoulder and the other grasping my wrist firmly. He makes eye contact with me, not breaking it. He smirks while clenching his jaw, trying not to laugh and pushes my wrist forward, I didn't even realize when my fingers let go of the dart between them.

"That's how you do it." He releases his grip from my wrist and shoulder.

The arrow lands on the board, right next to his, he basically did it for me.

"Fuck you." I arrogantly swore, sitting down on the small couch near the bookshelf.

He mumbles something under his breath which I don't even manage to catch.

"What else did you want me to do?" He asks, "You can't even manage to throw darts on a board."

"I didn't want you to do it for me." I state, looking through his extremely tall bookshelf.

"The fuck are you looking for?"

"I'm not looking for anything, you can't expect to have a bookshelf and not think that I wouldn't touch it." I say, letting my hands trace over the row books as I walked to the end of the bookshelf.

I pull a random one out, my fingers graze over the cover's title that was carved into it.

Flipping through it, I realize that it's a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French. One of those hardcover embroidered ones with intricate detailing you'd have to pay overprice for.

"Paris."

I turn to him confused, "What?"

He steps in front of me, carefully taking the book from me, "I got it at Paris." He turns the book so the front cover faces me, his ring laced fingers holding the sides of it.

"It's a pretty copy." I compliment.

"Yeah?" He questioned, seeming more interested than he did earlier.

"Yeah."

"You know what I'm really craving at the moment?" He asks.

I put back the book in the shelf where it went, turning to him once again.

"No, Ronan. Enlighten me will you?" I say, still leaning on it while I face him.

He steps forward, "You wanna get out of here?"

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Hey guys I'm back but it isn't even good. I really hate this cause I know i'll look back on it and cringe at myself for writing it so I might delete this, feel very conflicted. But seriously thank you for six hundred reads. love u tremendously

re readers as you've noticed I changed this chapter a little because i wanna change a few things

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