One Year Later,

"Sloane, Come here please," A single call had broke my concentration.

"You are transferred." "What?" "Why are you so shocked? It's your dream city." Two words hit me like a massive crushing in the shore. "Paris," I whispered. "Yes and you will be leading our French team and handle everything. You have the flight on 23rd. Oh! That's tomorrow. I think you should go home and start packing this instant."

Immediately I left the office and made my way back home. I was still in delusion and I didn't realize my floor was already here. I entered into my apartment and instantly called my mom. Two rings later, she picked up. "Hey baby." "Hi! Mom." "Got home very early, Nooo put that on that pot." my mom yelled. "Noo this is the right pot," I heard my dad's voice.

"What are you doing guys??" I asked while taking my coat off. "Baby we are making cookies for Christmas." "Great!!" I smiled. My mom understood the meaning behind my smile. She turned to her phone and softly smiled, "Honey, did something happen at office today"? "Why?" "Your smile is telling something me" "I got transferred," I smiled more widely. "What? And you are smiling. Where?" "Paris," I yelled and I started jumping here and there. "Wow, congratulation," Dad came into view looking like a white ghost covered all in flour. "Thanks Dad," I exclaimed. "Okay, first promise me you will take care of yourself," Mom's voice was itched with concern. "I promise." "Okay then we will give you time to pack," Dad was now pulling mom. "Yes please, the flight is tomorrow so I have got a lot of things to pack." "But call me before you catch the flight." "Fine, bye and take care." "Lots of love." I hung the call and pack as much as possible.

I lost the track of time. I went to the window of my bedroom and saw it was night already. I sat on the bed and thought I was going to meet her again. With that I slept due to tiredness.

The Next Morning

Well, I should say time really flies. I didn't know how I landed in Paris. Or to my new apartment. Maybe adrenaline rush was working. I unpacked everything. But still messy, never mind. The next morning was exciting ever. I reached to new office for now. My Assistant/ Personal Interpreter, Jennifer. She has definitely the body of Madison Beer. God, Sloane focus. She explains everything. with her English but faint French accent. "This is the cafeteria. and after that this is the most intimate place. You can read books or make out," she laughed as I glared at her. So, this is your office and beside that, the office of our supervisor is situated. Oh I forgot his name. Hey Angel what's that hotty's name? Forget it, i just remembered. Hot name for a hot person. Aiden Romano.

"hmm Romano?? That'd a famous name on Paris." "No, Romano is the oldest and richest family in entire France." "Thanks for information," I said unbothered.

My office week was fantastic. My colleagues are so friendly and outgoing.
I love them already.

Sunday Morning 

I winced in my sleep and reached for my phone. I turned on and saw my mom's message, Good Morning Baby.
I smiled and wiped the drool off my face.
Then something clicked. Today is Sunday. I couldn't stay into the bed any longer. Quickly I freshened up and got ready in a bullet speed.
I took my brunch outside and made my way to a certain road.

Same road, same people, same feelings but still my spine pricked with happiness with also anxiety. A lot could have happened in one year.

I entered the store timidly only to surprise her. But everything was eerily silent. I walked to the desk and peeked but no one was there.

I heard a rumble from the inner reading section in which I had never gone before. I wish to go there but it would be inappropriate to wander here and there without permission. But curiosity hits me in the guts. I walked timidly only to surprise her but is tubbed my little and a entire bookshelf shook. I froze and a hand went round my neck and other hand straight pressed my lips. My eyes widened and a gasp lay forgotten. My eyes looked straight into HIS eyes. HE might the most attractive and demanding man I have seen. He has the eyes like a drop of coffee in the white foam like sky. He is the type I Would Burn For You. I tapped him on the foot and he reluctantly released me. Finally an eternity later, he loosened his hands from me. I gasped for air and he looked up at looked at me. "Seriously you don't know how to respect or handle a woman." "No." Damn his voice is dominant as fuck but his words are, forget it.

I turned to look at him. And he did the same, but with his piercing eyes, I felt my nerves are getting crazy. I noticed him very well this time. Chiseled cheekbones, sharp jawline and hairs are falling carelessly on his forehead.

I was attracted but his behavior made me hate him.

Will Sloane be able to hate him or fate is going to turn her games???

TO BE CONTINUED.......