don't know what he wants, but I'm sure it can't be good."
"I guess we should cheers to our jobs right now," Ariel joked.
"I think you ladies worry too much," Owen laughed.
"I tend to agree with the fella," Declan approved. "Let's just enjoy this moment, while we have it."
"Yeah, like the fact that I just asked Ariel to move in with me. We'll just be down the hall, but..." Owen started.
"...but I won't be far! And, I'll still help with rent until, or if, you decide you want a roommate."
"That's a lot to take in, but I'm really thrilled for you, Ari," Sami looked panicky at her impending future.
"Okay, enough of the heavy shit, time to drink," Owen lifted his glass.
"Here, here," Sam raised her glass. "Here's to good fortune, good friends, and extraordinary love."
"Cheers!" The four said in unison.
"Can I steal away this one for a little?" Declan clutched Sam's waist as they stood to leave the room.
"Please, she's starting to get on my nerves," Ariel laughed.
The two made there way toward her bedroom. Shutting the door behind them, Declan pushed Sam up against the door, kissing up her neck.
"This seems familiar," she moaned into his embrace.
"There's a reason for that," he ran his lips up her neck.
"And why is that?" she asked as her head naturally leaned, exposing more of her collar.
"This is how it all began, remember?"
"How could I forget?" she snickered and squirmed in his arms.
"Aye, I don't want you to forget. Ever," he stated as he stepped away for a moment. "Let's move in together."
"Yes," she answered quickly.
"That didn't take too much convincing," he laughed, squeezing her tight.
"I need a roommate it seems, I love you, and I can get plenty of ass anytime I want. Seems pretty easy to me," she smiled as she pulled him close to her body.
"Okay," was his only come-back.
"Good. And, you can be my sugar daddy, just as long as you don't make me do an Irish Car Bomb again," they both laughed.
"Aye, I can definitely handle that. I can't promise there won't be Irish Car Bombs though. Deal?"
Pulling Declan into her arms, she whispered into his lips before kissing him senseless, “Deal. But, tell me one thing first."
"What's that?” He smiled brightly at her.
"What the hell does A stór mean?
"My Treasure," he leaned in and kissed her.
"I think that's just your way of trying to get booty," they laughed together as they fell into each other's arms, finally happy at what life had in store for them.
“Aye, A stór.”
Sneak Peek at #BOSS
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" A ri ! Sam! Quinn! Where is everyone, dammit?" Vivienne Harper yelled from her comfy leather chair not comprehending what time it was.
Standing from her chair, she straightened her pencil skirt as she cracked her neck. There was something extremely venomous about Vivienne Harper. No man could tame her, and no woman could compete with her. She was a beast in her own right - and she knew it.
Viv had been a predator since the day she was born. The youngest of five kids, she scratched and clawed her way to the top. Growing up in a competitive household only hardened her backbone to be the best at everything; spelling bee champ, class president, and youngest of her other siblings to graduate college, and earn her masters.
As she stood to exit her office, the gentleman who stepped into her doorframe took her aback. The man had a lethal stare, strategically placed dimple and a body to rival John Cena. Even under his dark suit, she could make out the curves and ridges of his cut chest.
For the first time in her life, Vivienne felt paralyzed at the sight of a man. Normally, she ignored any, and all distractions if she felt they would hinder her in any way. This was unquestionably going to be a distraction she didn't need, although she desperately
"I guess we should cheers to our jobs right now," Ariel joked.
"I think you ladies worry too much," Owen laughed.
"I tend to agree with the fella," Declan approved. "Let's just enjoy this moment, while we have it."
"Yeah, like the fact that I just asked Ariel to move in with me. We'll just be down the hall, but..." Owen started.
"...but I won't be far! And, I'll still help with rent until, or if, you decide you want a roommate."
"That's a lot to take in, but I'm really thrilled for you, Ari," Sami looked panicky at her impending future.
"Okay, enough of the heavy shit, time to drink," Owen lifted his glass.
"Here, here," Sam raised her glass. "Here's to good fortune, good friends, and extraordinary love."
"Cheers!" The four said in unison.
"Can I steal away this one for a little?" Declan clutched Sam's waist as they stood to leave the room.
"Please, she's starting to get on my nerves," Ariel laughed.
The two made there way toward her bedroom. Shutting the door behind them, Declan pushed Sam up against the door, kissing up her neck.
"This seems familiar," she moaned into his embrace.
"There's a reason for that," he ran his lips up her neck.
"And why is that?" she asked as her head naturally leaned, exposing more of her collar.
"This is how it all began, remember?"
"How could I forget?" she snickered and squirmed in his arms.
"Aye, I don't want you to forget. Ever," he stated as he stepped away for a moment. "Let's move in together."
"Yes," she answered quickly.
"That didn't take too much convincing," he laughed, squeezing her tight.
"I need a roommate it seems, I love you, and I can get plenty of ass anytime I want. Seems pretty easy to me," she smiled as she pulled him close to her body.
"Okay," was his only come-back.
"Good. And, you can be my sugar daddy, just as long as you don't make me do an Irish Car Bomb again," they both laughed.
"Aye, I can definitely handle that. I can't promise there won't be Irish Car Bombs though. Deal?"
Pulling Declan into her arms, she whispered into his lips before kissing him senseless, “Deal. But, tell me one thing first."
"What's that?” He smiled brightly at her.
"What the hell does A stór mean?
"My Treasure," he leaned in and kissed her.
"I think that's just your way of trying to get booty," they laughed together as they fell into each other's arms, finally happy at what life had in store for them.
“Aye, A stór.”
Sneak Peek at #BOSS
----
" A ri ! Sam! Quinn! Where is everyone, dammit?" Vivienne Harper yelled from her comfy leather chair not comprehending what time it was.
Standing from her chair, she straightened her pencil skirt as she cracked her neck. There was something extremely venomous about Vivienne Harper. No man could tame her, and no woman could compete with her. She was a beast in her own right - and she knew it.
Viv had been a predator since the day she was born. The youngest of five kids, she scratched and clawed her way to the top. Growing up in a competitive household only hardened her backbone to be the best at everything; spelling bee champ, class president, and youngest of her other siblings to graduate college, and earn her masters.
As she stood to exit her office, the gentleman who stepped into her doorframe took her aback. The man had a lethal stare, strategically placed dimple and a body to rival John Cena. Even under his dark suit, she could make out the curves and ridges of his cut chest.
For the first time in her life, Vivienne felt paralyzed at the sight of a man. Normally, she ignored any, and all distractions if she felt they would hinder her in any way. This was unquestionably going to be a distraction she didn't need, although she desperately
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