To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and
eternity in an hour.
-
William Blake

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I hurried through the hotel's work area to the door that led into Troy's personal space. Unlocked. Thank God.

The minute I see him, my blood pressure starts to rise because this is not going to be a pleasant conversation. He looks up from the laptop probably sensing my presence in the room and meets my eyes.

Troy's face pales slightly and it should. "I want to know the reason why you stood up me for our date."

"I-" He began but closes his mouth in loss of words. Troy's face turns gravely apologetic. "I'm sorry," he says contritely. "I should have said something to you."

"Really? That's all you have to say?"I whispered. "I didn't think—"

The words stalled in my throat. It's been humiliating enough and I don't want to explain about each and every stare and sympathetic look I got yesterday evening in the restaurant when my date stood me up.

Troy appeared to be on the verge of apologizing to me—or maybe issuing his own reason —as his eyes scanned the expression on my face. The irritated, harassed sigh that followed seemed to say of it was nothing.

"I swear, my patience is gone. I can't do this anymore. What I want is an answer. Yes or no. Just spit it out so I can move on with my life." My voice is harsh and I notice the way his face cringed. He can't blame me.

I think it stemmed back to when I was twenty-two and I was given a job here in his restaurant as a waitress. I'd been so eager and excited to get a job after trying numerous times but it didn't last longer. The head waitress and my colleagues made my time here hell. They couldn't let go the opportunity that would cause me trouble. That's when I met Troy. He caught one of the waitress giving her work to me. That's it. He fired her and we ended up being friends. Best friends.

My first best friend.

After one year of friendship, it slowly turned into attraction, affection, crush and then finally love. My first love. I fell in love with my best friend who's also my boss. Cliché right?

I felt so too but that never stopped me and my heart.

I told him about my feelings before three months but he said no. He said he didn't want to risk our friendship. I tried to convince him to give us a chance but he didn't bulge until last week when he agreed for our date. My first date.

I was in the moon, dreaming about the moment we both would be alone in the arms of each other. And you know what? He cancelled it. He cancelled it just before an hour. I cried to sleep that day. He rescheduled it for yesterday when I asked him. I reached the restaurant. He didn't cancel it this time, I thought my dreams are finally turning into reality. But as always fate was against me. He stood me up. I couldn't forget the way I walked out of the restaurant, teary-eyed, head lowered and stumbling slightly.

That's it. I'm not gonna tolerate this anymore.

"What excuse do you have this time? You are giving me hopes and breaking it. I can't handle this," I snap hitting on the table with my both fists. Ouch, that hurts!

"Mia, its not the way you think," he murmurs before rising from his seat and marching towards me.

"Then what is it? I don't want explanations anymore. It's past that. I want an answer. Do you have any feelings for me? Something more than friendship? I know you don't risk our friendship but all I'm asking is for a chance. One chance, one date and you couldn't give it to me despite knowing how much it mattered to me." I throw back at him.

Troy pulls his hair and sighs. "I will give you a proper answer tomorrow, that's a promise but remember you deserve every happiness of this world," he replies with a smile.

Those words give me pause, cooling the anger in me a bit. I nod my head slightly.

I have waited for almost an year. One more day is nothing.

"Come with me to my home tomorrow," he tells before walking out of the door. His home?

Two years of friendship but that never opened the door of his family to me. I knew nothing about them except that both his parents are doctors. It actually never came up. I don't like talking about my parents...um..it hurts.

My mom died when I was seven. I still remember the feel of her fingers in my hair, smoothing them. Her bedtime stories. She was the best mom but as you know fate is my enemy so he took my mom away from me. After that it was just me and my alcoholic, abusive dad. He's still very alive, staying with me but hardly comes home. When he comes home, he just eats something and then sleeps. It's usually peaceful. The worst happens only when his friends decided to join him and plans for sleepovers.

There were nights I had to run out of my house and hide behind the tree in our backyard so they wouldn't come and find me. I told my dad about the way his friends look at me and his reply was a hard slap on my cheek.

At least you would be useful for someone. Go please them if they're willing.

Those were his exact words. I wouldn't forget them until the moment I take my last breathe.

These are all the reasons why I fell in love with Troy. All I had was him. To laugh, shout and cry. We weren't always together but even a moment with him meant a lot to me.

Life was amazing. Things began floating around inside me as if dancing in celebration. Breathing became clearer, colors brighter, and sounds crisper. If there were any birds in the room, I swear, they'd start chirping merrily. Just thinking about Troy made me hyper-aware of the entire world, and especially aware of my blood thumping excitedly through my veins.

In reality, I sat on my sofa in my pajamas and moped as I thought about my life. I sighed and set my laptop on the coffee table in front of me while I scrubbed my tired face.

A knock fell on my door. I frowned at the door, wondering who it could be, as another knock sounded, followed by the muffled voice of Troy.

"Mia? Hey, hurry up and let me in."

Troy? What was he doing here? I scrambled from the couch. Running my hand over my hair, I cringed when my fingers met with greasy slickness. And, oh dear, there was no way to hide the spaghetti sauce stain on my flannel pajama pants.

Ugh. I guess stains were my new fashion style.

When I pulled the door open, Troy blew inside, right past me, already complaining. "I just realized when I stepped inside your building that I've never actually visited you at your house before, and holy shit." He gave a full-body shiver. "This place is a dump. How can you handle...?" His words died as he focused on my face. Then his incredulous gaze dropped to my clothes. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Crossing my arms moodily—and maybe also self-consciously—over my chest, I mumbled, "Pajamas."

He blinked. Then blinked some more. That's when I noticed what he was wearing, a white T-shirt and jeans. He's rarely out of his business-suits.

"You're not ready," he finally stated, as if suffering from his own shock. "Why aren't you ready? I told you I'd pick you up at a quarter to eight and I'm ten minutes late."

"I thought you'll call up and cancel again," I mutter dryly. His face pales slightly. Shaking my head, absolutely confused, I just gaped at him. "You're really taking me to your home?"

"Yes," he mutters, his eyes focused on my face.

I groaned and flung my head back. "Okay, fine. But I'm taking a quick shower first."

"Yes." He nodded encouragingly. "Please do." Sending him a scowl for so easily talking me into this and letting me know I really did stink, I turned away and stormed down the hall. I really need a shower.

I stepped into my shower and turned on the water. I quickly finish my shower and dry myself. I grab a blue dress and pull it over my head. I don't bother with the makeup.

This is going to be a long day!

Troy pulls me inside his home which is a huge mansion. His house is huge, scratch that. Very huge. The mansion was beautiful with its interior design. It had an enormous taste. There were so many paintings hanged in the living room. The walls were cream and curtains were a bit darker than the wall. It looks very calm and peaceful.

My eyes scan around the whole house in search of some human being except me and Troy but I found none. Where are his parents? Does he have siblings?

Before I could ask him about the absence of people, he pulls me into a room, "Stay here, I will come and call you for the dinner."

With that, he marched out of the room and slammed the door behind him. I gaped at the closed entrance, blinking as a numbing shock of confusion settled over me. It all roiled through me in dizzying waves. I tried to process what had happened.

Stay here? Is this his room?

What's wrong with him? Why's he being weird suddenly?

I decided to brush off the thoughts it gives me a headache. My eyes scan the whole room. There's a king size bed with clean sheets and pillows on it. A couch is placed near the foot of the bed. The curtains are black and the walls colored in chocolate brown. Looks classy. There's no paintings in this room, only a huge photo of Troy hanging on the wall.

He's wearing a blue T-shirt and smiling at the camera. His beautiful face glowing but all my focus is on his eyes. Blue eyes?

Troy has brown-green eyes. Does he wear lens? He never told me about it. I frown slightly when I notice a dimple on the right cheek. Troy doesn't have dimple. Did I get it all wrong? Maybe there's a dimple and I might have missed to notice that. It's not that visible anyway.

You're just over thinking.

Maybe.

I move towards the photo and my fingers trace his face absorbing each and every part of his beautiful face. Without my permission, tears wells up in my eyes. Damn it, I'm a bit emotional nowadays.

A sharp rap at the entrance of this room diverted my attention that way, where I found Troy framed in the doorway. My insides instantly seized with awareness.

He looks at me with a smile playing on his lips but what confused me is his clothes. It's a red T-shirt not white. Why did he change? I lift my eyes from his clothes and focuses on his face. His blue eyes meets mine. Last time I met him, his eyes were brown. Is this someone else?

Stop saying nonsense, it's Troy.

Yeah, it's Troy.

I focus on the way he's staring at me. His eyes scanning me from head to toe as if undressing me with his dark blue eyes. The way he's staring at me is different, very different.

I clear my throat slightly before moving walk towards him. "Why are we here? I'm tired of all this." He grimaces and this boiled up my anger.

"You don't have an answer so I think I should go." This is all just a waste of time. I should leave. I move towards the door, past him but stops when I feel his grip on my wrist. I gasp slightly when he pulls me towards him. My hair covers my face, I slowly tug them behind my ear as I lift my head and finds Troy staring at me. My eyes meeting his blue orbs, it's different, very different. I could stare at his eyes forever. My gaze move down towards his lips. I stand on my toes and presses my lips on his.

Finally!

He stiffens and I pull back immediately. Rejection. I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes. Damn tears.

I try to go but he stops me back and he swept his mouth against mine.

At first, I was like... What the...? I'm being kissed.

Then I was like... Holy wow, I'm being kissed well.

After that, it was all just... Mmm. Nice.

His lips were warm and soft, more of a tease than a true caress, as if he were testing the waters to make sure I wanted it too. I found myself closing my eyes and swaying toward him, cupping his face between my hands and delighting in the texture of his jaw against my fingers.

After exerting the slightest amount of pressure, making me whimper for more, he drew himself away, sucking in a soft, satisfied hiss as he went. "Damn," he murmured.

Exactly.

I felt dizzy and bereft when his heat and intoxicating smell left me. I wanted him back.

"That was..." I shook my head and tried to recapture my equilibrium. "That was..."

"Not enough," he finished for me before coming in for more and drowning me back under.

The next kiss wasn't quite as soft. A little more demanding, a little more urgent, he slid four fingers around the back of my neck while his thumb traced my jaw. His mouth opened and tongue sought mine. I met him lick for lick, greedy for another round.

"Troy," I moan in pleasure. He stops and stares at me with an amused smile. His facial expression doesn't give me a clue about he's thinking. Is he having second thoughts?

Relax, Mia.

"I love you Tro-" Before I could complete, he kisses me again. His lips starts attacking my neck with soft kisses making snow melt in my stomach. And before I know, there's mattress under me and Troy was on top of me. He moves down and starts kissing my breasts through my bra and I moan his name louder and louder.

He continues his sweet torture for few minutes then pulled away. He stares at me with a smirk without uttering a word. I'm perplexed. Was he just playing with me? But the Troy whom I know can never do that to me.

"Love," he murmurs and my eyes turns wide. The intensity of his voice guards me. This is not Troy's voice, Troy has a different voice but this one is more sharp and I like it. Damn it! What is happening?

"Did you call me?" I ask in a low voice, my breathe hitching.

"Is there someone else in this room?" he asks, without moving his gaze away from me. I shake my head, a bit shocked to reply.

"What's wrong with your voice? Your eyes? H-hair?" I ask, bothered about the difference in his voice.

"You will know soon, love." I blush hearing his nickname for me. Damn it, something is wrong.

"You are blushing a lot. Get dressed, everyone will be waiting for you," he says and leans in and pecks my lips. He steps back and stares at me with a smile showing his dimple. He really has dimples.

"By the way love, don't waste your life for the one who doesn't deserve you." he says before marching out of the room and closing the door behind him.

What the heck? What happened just now?

Oh my God, what have I done?

Hey guys!

Here's the first chapter of Flying Love. Hope you all like it.

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Allison;)