Anthony was the most relieved he had ever felt since the news that Taron was taken away got through to him. The young man had grown on him, and Anthony had loved him just as much as he loved his own sons. And Eloise was breathing better too. He could tell my the little bit of brightness in her face that she was hopeful, and he would rather die than watch the light fade from her face instead of making it shine brighter. Eloise had a little bag ready for him, and in that was a picture of her, and a handkerchief doused in her favorite perfume with her lip prints all over. It had become tradition for Eloise to give Anthony those whenever he was going to be away for more than two days, and they were not sure how long it would take to rescue Taron, as the drive was hours away. They were using his helicopter, so the journey would be much more faster and Anthony was still scheming in his head for a strategy. "Thank you, my beautiful wife." Anthony collected the bag and kissed Eloise on
It had been over a week since Rebecca embarrassingly fell asleep at home, and she was not very proud of it. She wondered what Taron would think. Thankfully, that was the last time it happened. She decided to make her sleep schedule better, not that it was good, but it was definitely better than before, and she liked it that way. If she made any more time for her sleep, then her work would suffer, and if she made any more time for work, then she would probably collapse and end up in a hospital, which would be bad for her and the work. No wonder Taron got so grumpy sometimes, she thought. She had not been informed of anything else that was going on, and she was sure that Anthony was working on it, and she would not do anything but add to Eloise’s worry, so she decided to keep her hair out of it for a while. When she got to the office, she let herself into Taron’s office to grab some things and she was surprised to find some things kept differently from the way she left them. She
“Sir, I’ll say that your vitals are all checked out clean and nice, and if you take your immunity drugs every day, you’ll be back to being in perfect health.” The doctor, a woman who looked at him with eyes that seemed to want to suck his soul out of his body in a most unpleasant way said. “Thank you, send me the bill, I’ll pay when I get home.” Taron said, eager to leave the sight of this woman. “Okay sir, I understand that you’re a very busy busy man.” The doctor said and Taron rolled his eyes, looking away. “Yes.” Taron said before he left. His mom had sent a text, letting him know that she was back to his house and she was waiting for him. She had fed him stewed snails that day he arrived and she seemed to be craving snails and fish more than anything else recently. That was what it seemed like because she took each meal with snails or fish. Not even meat, and Eloise loved eating red meat very much.- “My baby!” Eloise exclaimed as Taron got home and gave him a ve
The embarrassment Rebecca had felt after that moment of silence with Taron could not be explained. She had basically poured out her soul to him, and he had nothing to say. Yes, she took flight, but she had expected him to do something charming like call her back, even if he did not have feelings for her, at least, to let her down gently. Maybe it was because she had been watching too much romantic movies and Korean dramas, and so she expected the men to be just as wonderful as the ones she watched, maybe that was why she had felt so disappointed. But it did not matter! She thought Taron was better than the other men because he had seen him relate with people, and he acted like someone with good character. That was why she admitted her feelings to him. But he left it hanging, as if she had not said anything at all, and she felt ignored and undervalued. Which was why she had called in sick to work and gone to get a drink and dance at the club. Just to get herself in high spirits a
Taron had decided to take Rebecca out to talk and see the stars, and he had already organised the whole thing with a restaurant, all that was left was for him to get Rebecca down to follow him after working hours. Which was going to be a little bit difficult, because he had barely spoken to her all day, and he certainly did not want to admit— to tell Rebecca about his feelings for her in the office. That was what she had done, and it would have been unoriginal. He wanted it to be better, and his mother had already told him to show her, not tell her, and that was what he was going to do. As if the universe was in agreement with his plans, a far away meteor shower was going to be in full view, and Taron had built front seats at a restaurant by the ocean. He knew that things like that fascinated Rebecca, and with that, he would be sure to win her over. Right after he asked her to come with him, that is. Taron looked himself over in the mirror in his office to make sure that every
Taron felt uncomfortable as he drove Rebecca out of the building. She had not said a word, she had just gone into the car obediently and she was quiet. That was unusual, Rebecca was not always this silent. She loved to talk about a lot of things. It did not take a rocket scientist to know why she was being moody, though. "You're being awfully quiet." Taron said. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just have nothing to talk about currently." Rebecca shrugged, her face still set straight. "I'm sorry that you could not go back home to do what you wanted to do, but this is very important." Taron said. "I had very important things to do back at my place too, but it looks like some things have to shift." Rebecca said. "Suck it up, you work here, the only reason you're giving me this attitude is because I allow you to be informal with me, stop being a brat and think about your life." Taron said in annoyance and Rebecca took in a sharp breath. She realised that Taron was right. She was only
"I don't know, a kitchen party sounds kind of private, are you sure that your mom would not mind me being there?" Rebecca asked Taron. She was wearing a pretty sundress. "She will not, trust me, she loves you already," Taron stated as he drove. "or do you just not want to go? Because if you don't, that's also fine, you'd just stay here and I'd see you next time." Taron shrugged. "No, I want to come, I'm just nervous, and you know, kitchen party sounds very personal." Rebecca said. "It's going to be the first event that I will attend since I came back." Taron said and they both fell into silence. "What was it like?" Rebecca finally mustered the courage to ask. "Being taken away, what happened there? What did they do to you?" "Do you really want to know?" Taron looked at Rebecca for a split second as he continued to drive. Rebecca sighed after thinking it through. "I do, my curiosity might end up killing me if I don't hear it." "Well, for starters, they kept on cha
Taron was feeling extremely nervous. He had already planned to ask Rebecca to be his girlfriend, hit the problem was that he did not know what to do. He wondered if he could take her out for ice cream and cake, or if a walk by night would be appropriate. He did not care about the cost, obviously, but he wanted the greatest level of intimacy, and nothing screamed intimacy like walking together, hand in hand in the night, talking about each other's hopes and fears. “Rebecca,” Taron called. He was not going to make the mistake of waiting till it was almost time for them to set out before he asked her. “are you going to be free tonight?” “I should be, why? Do you want to take me somewhere tonight?” Rebecca asked. “Actually, I want to go on a walk with you, if that is alright, but if you don't like that idea, maybe I can take you out for dinner.” Taron shrugged. “Oh, that is okay, I'd love to walk with you.” Rebecca grinned at Taron, and then she left the office with glee o