Ch 10: "Aiden O'Conner"

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LENA KEIRAN LUTHOR

"Thanks!" I said as kara softly lands on my balcony.

"My pleasure!" She said with a big grin.

She slowly puts me down making me release a breath of relief.

I trust kara with my whole heart that she won't let me fall but I can't help it!

"Ech hat eng super Zäit can't Lena. Hoffen Dir hat och." She said in Kryptonian.

(I had a great time today Lena. Hope you had too.)

I smile.

"Ech hu gemaach. A muer sinn ech deen, dee mam Mëttegiessen kënnt. Bis muer kryptonian." I said.

(I did. And tomorrow I will be the one who is coming for lunch, with lunch. See you tomorrow Kryptonian.)

"Ech freeën mech drop. Bis spéider Lee!"

(I will look forward to it. See you later Lee!)

"Bis geschwënn!" I say before she turns around, and flies away.

(See you!)

I turn around and sit in my chair, closing my eyes.

Replaying today's events in my head over and over again.

Spending time with her again after so long... was AMAZING!

Knock! Knock!

I clear my throat. "Come in."

Eve steps in. "Mam, Your 4 O' Clock is here."

"Send them in!" I say.

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"Eve!" I call her out.

"Yes, mam?" She asks as she comes into my office.

"Do I have any more meetings?" She nods.

"Yes, mam. With Mr. O' Conner."

I mentally roll my eyes.

Worst for last...of course.

"Mam, he is here."

"Let him in." She nods and exits my office.

Time to face the asshole! A.K.A My ex!

I take him in as he enters my office. He doesn't look much different than the last time I saw him, which was 8 years ago.

His jet black hair was styled and gelled back, his chocolate brown eyes, his light beard, and most of all his muscular body.

The only thing he changed is his band shirt, jacket, jeans, and boots for a three-piece suit.

Though I am glad for one thing, if you can see over his looks then he still has a face that screams douchebag.

I just hope this meeting is a short one.

"Hello, Mr. Conner..." I say as I offer my hand which he accepts and kisses the back of it.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Is fada an lá iontach." He said with his thick Irish accent.

(Long time gorgeous.)

"Certainly..." I say as pull back my hand and sit back down, not bothering to tell him to sit.

He is here because of personal reasons as he said. And last I checked we don't have a personal relationship.

No need to be polite.

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