Song: 'Everytime We Touch' by Cascada
I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me
I still feel your touch in my dreams
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why
Without you, it's hard to survive
'Cause every time we touch
I get this feeling
And every time we kiss
I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast
I want this to last
Need you by my side
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HANNAHâS POV
âAlright, Hannah, letâs do this. Itâs do or die,â I put a hair tie on my wrist because Iâm going to need it later but wonât have the time to look for it, my hair is still wet from the shower.
I walked past the pantry and went straight to the refrigerator because Chef Ramsay could wait today.
Who am I kidding, Iâve never used any item from this pantry... ever!
Frozen food and Uber eats are my way of healthy living and gourmet experience.
I donât have time today anyway and Iâm not too hungry either as itâs still early for dinner, I quickly ate some flavored yogurt.
Unlike all the other days when you have time.
I came back home from the office as soon as I was finished with my working hours and went straight to the bathroom to take a quick shower and now here I am.
I finished the yogurt in just 4 bites almost gulping it all without relishing its flavor.
I sat down in the living room where Iâd asked Derek, the security guy, to drop off all the boxes and huge rollouts of blueprints.
The Uber guy was weirded out seeing one person with so much stuff.
I guess one of these days Iâll just have to put my trauma aside and finally learn how to drive.
I remember being 16 when Noah was teaching me and Nick how to drive. I banged his car right into the tree in the first few seconds of being in the driverâs seat. I tried a couple of times after that but failed. I didnât try harder though, so used to of being babied by everyone. Dad hired a chauffeur for me after but mostly I drove around with Nick.
Perhaps, itâs time to buy myself a personal car with my own money?
Just to make it clear, money that has always been in my account. The perks of being rich.
Norman and Co. donât pay interns that well to buy a car upfront, people!
Anyway, that debate is not for now because the matters at hand are more important.
The presentation.
I have to absolutely nail it!
Margaret is obviously helping me because sheâs co-heading the project with Elijah but she has to look after all the other projects too.
Weâre a design team of 5 people working on this project; Elijah, Margaret, Nathan, Blake, and I. The rest of them have been working together for at least three years or more, only Iâm new in this team.
The other two interns who got jobs here are working on other projects.
But since this damn project is the one that got me trapped in this mess, I had to be a part of it.
People have raised their eyebrows at how a newly hired, inexperienced, ex-intern can be given a part in such a big project.
If only they knew the price I have to pay for this.
Obviously, I donât have to design the whole 55 floors, no oneâs that unrealistic to hand over the whole project to a newbie just because Iâm married to the heir. Iâm to start designing the first floor as the construction of that is done already and meanwhile, Nathan and Blake are working on the layout of rooms. Elijah is the one to approve all the designs that passed through Margaret with any changes if she wants. Heâs also the one whoâll design the other important parts of the hotel, like restaurants, banquets, poolsides, and especially the penthouse. Not to mention, heâs also the architect.
But still, itâs pretty big for me to get such a role so initially. Once this is done, my responsibilities will be increased if proven successful. That is if Elijah would want which I highly doubt he would but I have to give my 100% whatever the outcome may be.
Iâve heard rumors of all kinds around about how I made it here but Iâve learned not to let them affect me, especially knowing they are anything but true.
And anyways itâs just background noise that I need to stop with my work.
I have to prove myself.
And this sudden presentation is a way to that.
I checked the time, it was 6:27 currently.
Alright, no more chit-chat.
Get to work, Hannah!
And so I did, wholeheartedly, losing track of the time.
I heard the beep of the unlocking door and finally saw the time. Itâs almost around 10.
I didnât realize how the time went by so fast. Iâve been so engrossed with work that didnât check the time all those times I was in contact with Margaret. Sheâs been a great help to me, though these are not her working hours. Gave me confidence and advice, telling me whatâs working and whatâs not, and her suggestions prove why sheâs the head.
I am so tired and in need of a break but once I heard his footsteps stop near the mess Iâd created with all the papers spread around the table and floor, I pretended to be busier and not notice his presence.
But one just canât do that.
His presence is not something one can ignore, when he walks into the room his aura demands attention. His handsome face and deep but dead brown eyes attract you to look nowhere else but him. His demeanor is so powerful that one canât help but be in awe. Girls lust after him and boys look up to him, probably they also lust after his Greek god looks, who knows.
When he talks, his deep masculine baritone resonates with the strings of the listenersâ hearts. No matter how emotionless and restrained his appearance is, itâs bound to tuck at your heart. Heâs a man of few words but when he talks, his voice captivates you whole.
When he calls my name in that low but husky voice of his, my whole being feels like on fire.
Woah, woah, woah! They got the point, Hans, no need to go down that road.
The time is crucial remember?
I snapped back from the fantasy land.
My neck feels so stiff, my eyes feel so strained, and since I'm sitting down on the floor cross-legged my feet are also asleep.
But I canât do anything about it as long as heâs behind observing.
When will he leave so I can relax?
I was working just fine but now since heâs here, Iâm feeling conscious.
And to make it even more embarrassing and awkward, my stomach decided to announce it was empty by growling, LOUDLY.
On instinct and without realizing it, I turned around and found him looking already at me.
I can feel the rush of blood on my face from the embarrassment caused by my stomach and if that wasnât enough then by get caught red-handed for knowing heâs been standing behind me all along while I pretended to not know it.
Putting my head down, I turned to focus back on my laptop but failed miserably.
I heard his moving footsteps.
Oh thank God, heâs leaving, finally!
Wait.
Why does it seem like his soundless footsteps are approaching this side?
My side!
What the hell, dude?
Before I could think further I saw his shadow coming closer and then his tall, lean body hovered over me from the back, his face so close to mine that even if I breathed theyâd collide, my heartbeat had already gone erratic which Iâm sure he can hear.
I became still to avoid it at all costs knowing it wouldnât end well if that happened.
But he had other plans.
He extended his arm forward grazing my bare shoulder in the process sending chills down my spine with his slightest touch, his warm breath evoked tingles all around my neck. I sighed and recoiled involuntarily.
To my amusement, his extended hand held a paper that he then put on the table, probably an unimportant one since it was lying far off.
He took his time to straighten back up, far too much than needed.
But once he did, I instantly started missing the heat of his body.
No, I donât! What am I saying?
I thought contradicting myself.
Once I heard his receding footsteps, I took a deep breath and relaxed.
But my body tensed up again when I heard him say:
âPerhaps, you should eat something,â I sensed a smirk in his tone but I could be wrong. My head moved immediately to look at him but till then he was already climbing up the stairs.
I put my hands on my head and smacked it a little.
My cheeks still feel so flushed.
Maybe, I should take a small break and should indeed eat something.
Standing up I stretched my body a little and waited for blood to circulate back into my feet and for the pinching needles to subside.
I put the frozen pizza in the microwave and used the bathroom as the pizza heated up.
I rinsed my face with cold water and came back down, ate my food as fast as I could, meanwhile, I gave myself time to overthink what happened a few moments ago.
But today I canât dwell too much on anything so put all the thoughts aside in my mind to be thought over later. I got back to work.
Almost two more hours have passed and my body is shutting off with tiredness but I canât stop even if I want to. I still have so much left to do.
I pushed myself a little more as I fought the urge to close my eyes and sleep until I received a voice message from a very sleepy and annoyed Margaret.
âOh for Godâs sake, Hannah, enough work for the day, arenât you tired, itâs midnight already. Just go to sleep and let me sleep, too. I know you want to prove yourself but enough, just sleep already, take it easy, stupid girlâ she scolded in a groggy voice, I smiled.
I guess, I can take it easy for today.
I decided to call it a day. I briefly collected all the important things I had to take with me tomorrow and kept them aside neatly with my laptop.
Still, thereâs so much mess and garbage but I donât have it in me to clean it now, I really am tired. Iâll just apologize to the French cleaning lady in the morning.
Leaving all things as is, I went to my room and as soon as my body hit the mattress, I dozed off in a deep peaceful sleep.
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Author's Note:
Will Hannah be successful in her presentation?
Will Elijah be impressed by her work and dedication?
Is he finding it hard to stay away from Hannah?
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