Taron was getting ready to leave as he was supposed to be in a meeting very soon. And he had guests arriving later in the evening. Rebecca was at her place and she was probably waiting for him to come out and meet her to pick her up. Taron was feeling great. His life was moving on extremely well, and although, he had not found Javier yet, all other parts of his life was moving on properly. His relationship with Rebecca was giving all kinds of good vibes, work was going on perfectly, and all the companies under his name were thriving. One of them even won in a court disruption recently, and that of course meant more money. His relationship with his mom had improved more than he had ever expected it to, and his step father and step siblings all seemed to be doing well, and that included his baby sister. He wore his shoes, feeling extremely good about how the day was going to turn out and even said a few words to Jonas. "Jonas, don't you think that it is about time that you take

Taron had been in a bad mood for days. He knew that he had not done anything wrong by defending his girlfriend in front of those men, but he felt terrible that he might have lost every possible alliance that he could have with them, and he wanted to be on the sides of as many people as possible, for the sake of his company, of course. But his pride would not let him attempt to contact those men ever again. Not unless they attempted to contact him first. Rebecca was tired of how horribly Taron was hiding his annoyance. Two days had already gone by, and once in a while, his nose would get scrunched up, and she would know exactly what exactly it was that was bugging him. She was on her break anyway, and she picked up one of the magazines that came in and opened it without looking at the cover when she had the feeling that she had missed something that she should have seen. Rebecca turned to look at the front cover and looked on her table to see the next magazine that she was to go t

Times like this made Taron's head ache. He could see that there was something coming— or he could feel it, rather, but he didn't know what it was. Why had Selena not called him? "You have to see this!" Rebecca ran over to him with her tablet in her hand to show him something. "What is that?" Taron asked. "It's the news, look who's on it." Rebecca said and Taron looked in it. "It's not like I'm surprised." Taron shrugged and Rebecca looked at him. "What? She faked her death and now she's back, questions will be asked." Taron said. "Dolly is asking questions, watch, watch!" "And suddenly you're her fan girl." Taron said dryly. "I'm not! Just shut your mouth and see what is going on!" Rebecca hissed and plopped herself right next to Taron. "There is footage of you professing your love for him while he let you go for—" Selena cut Dolly in as she was speaking. "That's my personal business, but yes, there is no love between us, I've not even seen him since

"I almost can't believe that she had the audacity to come to the office and say all that to you." Taron said. "I don't like her, Taron, that woman is a very bad person." "So we've come to know, and what exactly does she want from us? Do you know?" Taron asked, and Rebecca responded with a shrug. "I'll be damned if I knew that," Rebecca sighed. "she just came in here, ranting about her plans to make things terrible for us, and then I had the security throw her out." "I like you." Taron nodded, looking up from the sheets he was filling in and smiling in approval. "What did she tell you?" Rebecca asked. "Basically the same thing she told you, and I asked her if she had no shame running around me for years." Taron stated. "Do you get? It's a very unhealthy obsession, if she had not proven to be a real nuisance to us, I would have almost felt sorry for her." Rebecca shook her head. "Not me, she cheated on me, remember? I don't feel sorry for her." Taron sat up

“So, hi.” Rebecca said, her hands behind her back as she looked at Taron nervously. “Hi.” He chuckled “So, should we— do we?” She was extremely nervous, and Taron pulled her in. “Come here, you crazy little lady.” He said in an endearing manner, and Rebecca was sure that she could feel her cheeks go red. She decided to make the first move by stepping on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips, before setting herself back down slowly. Taron liked that. It felt like she had dared him, and he took the dare. Grabbing her by her waist, he bent to her level and captured her lips in his, feasting on her like a hungry predator. Then from there, his lips worked their way to her earlobe, before settling on her neck, biting and sucking. His hands moved down her waist and settled on her body as he grabbed her rear firmly, pulling her lower body in, to his hardness and releasing it quickly. She whimpered, and her hold on his collar tightened. Taron had never been more ready for a