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that I couldn’t help but let a small
    smile escape from my lips. I watched her look over the menu, and I didn’t want her to feel
    uncomfortable, so I told her to order anything she liked. Did I mention that I told her she was too thin,
    and it looked like she hadn’t eaten in weeks? She looked at me sternly then proceeded to tell me it
    was none of my concern. The attitude of this beautiful woman was starting to arouse me. I didn’t mean
    anything by saying she was too thin. I don’t even know why I said it. I can be such a bastard at times.
    The waiter brought over a bottle of Pinot Grigrio and poured some in each glass. As he took
    Ellery’s order, I couldn’t help but stare at the way she presented herself and the way she smiled at
    him as she ordered her food. She noticed I was staring at her, and I was praying I wasn’t making her
    feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, she threw a question at me.
    “So what’s your story, Mr. Black?”
    She caught me off guard, and no woman has ever done that before. I looked at her as I picked up my
    glass and took a sip of wine.
    “My story?” I asked.
    A small smile escaped her lips as she tilted her head to the side and answered my question, “Yes,
    your story.”
    “What’s to tell? I’m a 30 year old CEO, I have more money than I’ll ever need, I don’t do
    relationships, I usually get everything I want, and I do whatever I want.”
    She was staring at me like she was trying to figure me out, so I threw her question right back at her.
    “Now that we got that out of the way, what’s your story, Miss Lane?”
    “I don’t have a story, Mr. Black. I’m 23 years old, I moved here with my boyfriend a little over a
    year ago, I work part-time at a small record company, I paint pictures, and I volunteer at the soup
    kitchen.”
    I pressed my lips together because all I heard was the word ‘boyfriend’. It made me a little edgy,
    and I don’t know why. I asked her the obvious question.
    “What does your boyfriend think about you having dinner with me?”
    Her eyes instantly left mine as she looked down at the table when she answered my question. I
    could sense the pain in her voice.
    “He doesn’t; we aren’t together anymore. He moved out over three weeks ago.”
    I was curious to know more about her and her relationship with her ex-boyfriend. Was she the one
    who broke it off with him? I couldn’t imagine him leaving her; she was way too beautiful to be left
    alone. I asked her how long they’d been together. She told me they had been together for four years
    and that she moved here with him from Michigan. I was caught off guard when she decided to tell me
    more.
    “Yep, he came home from work one day and said he needed space. He packed his bags and walked
    out,” she said as she stared directly into my eyes.
    I was feeling something at that moment when she said that. I saw the sadness in her eyes, and I felt
    bad for her. I told her I was sorry that he did that to her and was shocked by her next words.
    “Don’t be; nothing lasts forever,” she said as she waved her hand in front of her face.
    When I heard her say that, I was elated. She believed the same thing I did. She just said it, ‘nothing
    lasts forever’. Did I just meet a woman who shares the same views as me? I watched her as she
    looked around the restaurant. I could tell she was taking in the beauty and class of it. I asked her if she
    liked it here. She smiled at me and told me how much she did. I knew she’d like it.
    I was intrigued by her and the fact she volunteered at the soup kitchen. I wanted to know more, so I
    asked her why she volunteered there. She lightly smiled and cocked her head.
    “I like to help people in need; you should know that by now, Mr. Black.”
    Of course she likes to help people in need. I was in need of help last night, and she didn’t think
    twice about getting me home safely. Although, I’m still pissed about it because what she did was very
    unsafe, and she