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
Taron blushed as Rebecca's kiss had caught him by surprise, but it didn't take for him to get over the embarrassment and kissed her back. Loud cheers echoed from behind and they were surprised by the large crowd that had formed. Some pictures had been taken and even the paparazzi were around. "How could the paparazzi be here?" Rebecca couldn't believe that the press would be here for something like a small fire. "Well here goes our time". Taron had displeasure in his tone and disappointment in his eyes. The reason why the paparazzi came to the office was not because of the fire but because the person who rushed into the fire was the successor of Pablo chain of Business. Taron, of course. Rebecca was shocked to see the paparazzi taking pictures and asking questions. She had had some exposure with being in the spotlight, since she basically followed Taron around, but this was too much. The crowd called Taron a hero and praised him for how brave he was. And people from th
Tarim stood on the podium in front of a lot of people who were cheering for him. All because he saved Maria and her baby. Tarpon had gotten tired of the gifts and random visits and stalking, so he told Rebecca, in spite of what he had originally wanted, to make an event where he could address everyone who wanted to give their regards and thanks, so that it would stop once and for all. "I mean, you are basically a hero now, so you have to get used to it." Rebecca shrugged. "Anyone else would have done what I did, Rebecca, don't be so dramatic too." Taron shook his head. "There was a massive crowd there, but none of them stepped in, you currently have no argument." Rebecca flipped her hair in his face and sashayed away. Taron was enjoying being in a relationship with Rebecca, and so was she. If he knew that it would have been this easy to give and receive love, then he would have asked her to be his girlfriend from the very first day. Rebecca adjusted the microphone and sta
The ruckus had all passed and Taron and Rebecca were enjoying their lives as a new couple, and in his heart, Taron was starting to believe that Rebecca was the one for him. He loved Rebecca and always thought of her before he did anything, but the scars he had gotten from Selena had done him a good number. “Taron? Baby, what’s wrong?” Rebecca asked Taron after she saw him looking out into space, distracted. They were on a date at a fancy restaurant, and Taron was trying to put the past behind him. He was in a relationship with Rebecca, and Rebecca was definitely not Selena. There was no similarity, especially behavior-wise, and Taron felt terrible for thinking about Selena when they were having alone time. Rebecca was having fun. Being with Taron was easily the best decision she had made all year. Taron was so sweet, and he paid attention. He not only listened, but he remembered whatever it was that she had said, so it was easier. Taron was not listening to her. Sure, she was
Taron hit his hands on the table as he looked at the results. Apparently, the new files he got on the Hernandez’s heir held a different thing from what he had before. “But I don’t understand, didn’t they say that they found him as an artist under a fake name?” Rebecca asked. “Well, according to these papers, that was also a fake name, and it seemed that he had noticed that he was being followed and so he disappeared.” Taron said in a calm, controlled voice. “How do these people manage to be terrible at their job?” Rebecca asked before dialing their customer care service. Taron admired how Rebecca helped him run the place with an iron fist. He admired how she handled affairs with such a passion that one would think that they were her own problems, and not problems of the firm. “Yes, hello? We are calling based on inaccurate information supplied…” Rebecca got up to leave the office and Taron sighed. Whoever it was that was on the receiving end was definitely going to be i
Rebecca was nervous because it was the first night jn date that she was going to be having with Taron, and she was supposed to prepare a nice meal for them to take. It was not that Rebecca could not cook, but she was not used to making dishes. Her specialty was ordering meals from nearby restaurants. And it did not get any easier as she was not sure of what to make, although Taron had assured her that he would still be happy if she ordered pizza and had them eat it with some soda on the side. And oh, how Rebecca felt tempted to abandon her plans of cooking and ordering something else instead. “No.” She hit herself on the head after deciding that she would just make some white rice and serve it with chicken sauce and fish. The incident that happened before had been proven to just be a random person who had decided to choose a life of crime. It was not related to Taron and neither was there anyone who had her on their target list. At least, that one did not have her on his, he co
Rebecca had lit candles and had soft music playing in the background. They sat on the couch and talked about their day, laughing. Taron had insisted on making the meal the last part of what they had to do, and Rebecca did not mind because the food was piping hot, fresh from the pot. “So, what did you do today?” Taron asked, giving Rebecca a kiss on the head as they watched the television. “Nothing much, actually.” Rebecca said before shaking her head. “Actually, there was a lot that happened today, especially when I went to go and get stuff at the grocery store.” Rebecca said. “Okay, let me know, I’m interested.” Taron relaxed to listen to her talk. “When I got there to get some rice and fish and some spices, there was a woman holding up the line and talking to the cashier, and you know, I was in a hurry, so I told them off and told them that we had better things to do outside the store.” Rebecca said. “Wow, and did they listen?” Taron asked. “Of course they did
Taron found himself at a crossroads. There was tension between his family's ranch and the neighboring ranch, and things seemed tohave reached a boiling point. Taron knew that the solution lay in working together with the other family to build a fence, but they were too stubborn to admit it. Taron blinked as he looked around him. How did he get back in Texas? Taron could hear the laughter of a woman and suddenly, he found himself riding a horse with her through the fields. Music was coming from somewhere and it made Taron remember his grandmother and the sound of her cello while they went on picnic dates. Taron had always found picnics to be boring but it was always exciting to see her eyes sparkle with passion. Taron sighed as he adjusted his beanie. He realised that he was just in another one of his dreams where his brain would decide to reopen a section of the past. “Guess I’m stuck in here for now.” Taron said, and he looked down to see that he was actually stuck in mud.