Short Stories

Sophie and Kieran (REQUEST)

Sophie sits on the floor, reading a romance novel. This is how she spends most of her time. She reads one, cries over it, and then moves onto the next one. She's in the library of her parents huge estate, leaning against one of the bookshelves. It's Christmas Eve morning, but they live in Florida where it's never cold.

Christmas isn't really her thing anymore. The family doesn't really even get together, just Sophie, her mom, and her brother. Her dad died recently. He used to make Christmas really fun, but Sophie keeps trying not to think of that.

This year, they're going to London, since her mother has work to do there.

She turns the page, then looks up seeing a gorgeous man standing over her, looking down at her with an angry look on his face.

"I guess you're Sophie?"

She closes the book. "Yes."

He frowns at her. "Well what the fuck are you doing in here?" He demands.

She narrows her eyes at his British accent. "I could ask you the same question- I live here." She says, standing gracefully.

He can't help noticing how beautiful she is. Everyone always speaks of how gorgeous she is, but no one ever sees her.

Sophie is the daughter of very rich people who own very big companies all around the world.

"I was sent to gather you." He says, annoyed. "We're leaving in half an hour for London- everyone is looking for you."

"I know exactly when we're leaving- I don't need to be gathered." She replies.

"Well what in the hell are you thinking? It's Christmas Eve- we don't have time to wait around for you."

"I specifically told them that I would be in the library until it was time to go." She snaps. "I would've been on time."

He rolls his eyes.

She sighs and walks past him, her arm brushing agains his as she does.

He flinches at the touch and she gives him a look, slightly hurt.

He tilts his chin up and gives her a cocky smirk.

He walks behind her. The library isn't attached to the house, so they half to walk through a maze in the garden to get back to the house.

As she makes her way expertly through the maze, he smells the vanilla scent of her perfume, trying to control himself. Everything about her makes him want her. Crave her. And he hasn't even known her for five minutes.

She glances at him over her shoulder. "Who are you?"

"I'm Kieran."

She glances back at him, taking in his appearance. He's gorgeous. She knew that from the first glance. "You're Aaron's friend?" Aaron is her brother.

"Yes."

"Where are you from?"

"How many questions do you have, woman?"

She shrugs.

"I'm from London. Born and raised."

"What brings you to America?"

"My parents own several businesses here, so I'm in and out all the time."

"How did you meet Aaron?"

"He was in California at the same time I was. He was a friend of some of my friends. We met at a bar."

"Mm. So, you're a drunk."