I Still Love You

Internship

LEENA'S POINT OF VIEW

"Did your boobs grow while you were away?" Claire asked me as I was slipping into my slides. The dress was suited for some nice pair of heels but I didn't feel the dedication of being stressed out by heels.

"What are you talking about? And why are you looking at my boobs pervert?"I asked Claire.

"Don't be weird, we are cousins. I wouldn't be looking at your boobs differently."she told me grossed out.

"You mean sexually."I raised my eyebrows at me.

"You putting it that way is even more gross."she made a more disgusted facial expression.

"Yeah, my boobs did sort of grow a little. I actually had some slight body changes. I grew taller, my hair is longer and my curves are slightly more defined now."I told her. "I didn't think it was possible to have such changes. It's not like I am a teenager anymore."I laughed.

"I read somewhere that the body experiences second puberty at around the age of twenty two or something."she said and I raised an eyebrow. She reads? That was shocking. "Of course I didn't take that statement seriously. But seeing you I think, it might be true but I also have to say, that applies for the lucky ones. I wasn't blessed to experience second puberty."she sadly said looking at her boobs.

"Well, I don't think that second puberty is true anyway. And our bodies changes due to hormones sometimes."I told her. "We are perfect in our own way at the end of the day anyway."I shrugged now beginning to walk towards the mirror.

"I feel like you are just privileged to say a statement like everyone is perfect on their own way."Claire suddenly said. "You are perfect, appearance wise and almost everything else. You are lucky to be extremely beautiful."she told me and I was silent as I tied my hair into a slick back ban. I didn't want my hair getting in my way tonight.

Then I turned to look at Claire. You see, Claire was the most gorgeous woman I know. I didn't know what she was talking about and I wasn't ready to get deep into it, but all I knew was that she was so pretty. The man eater type of beauty.

"You are literally perfect Claire."I told her. "Do you know how pretty you are?"I asked her.

She smirked. "I am aware of my beauty smarty pants. I was just talking about...."she sighed mid sentence. "You know what, nevermind. Let's go. They are waiting for you."she changed the topic and she even started walking away.

I stared at her back wonderingly what she was about to say but I later shook my head telling myself to just mind my business. I followed behind her and soon we were walking down the spiral stairs. I could see my Mom and my Aunt. I searched for my Dad's face hoping to see a particular face with him and there he was. I stopped walking instinctively because of how scared I got.

"What's wrong?"Claire asked me and I blinked before I started walking again.

"Nothing."I lied.

"You are scared of Chase?"Claire asked and I quickly turned to look at her literally selling myself out. Now she knew I was scared because of my reaction. "I don't blame you. I avoid the guy like plague. Hhs presence literally sucks the life out a room. I am not even kidding."Claire told me and I could see the fear in her eyes. It seems even she was scared of Chase just like Larry. Now tell me why I was so stupid to confess my feelings for a guy like that? God, I was lucky I wasn't dead right? The guy looks like he can kill someone with just his looks.

"Princess,"I suddenly heard my father call out to me and my eyes found him. He was waving at me to go to him and my heart skipped a beat when my eyes met those cold ones of the guy next to him.

"Good luck. I pity you for having to meet that guy."Claire whispered to me before she quickly walked down. By that guy she meant Chase, not my Dad. Claire adored my Dad. Everyone did. My Dad was just the chillest person ever. I was surprised he was friends with a guy like Chase Westbrook who looked like a serial killer, literally. Hot and dangerous. God, that was such a bad combination.

I walked over to my Dad while I tried calming myself down. I was speaking to Chase for the first time in four years. No, that wasn't accurate. The first time since I confessed my feelings for him four years ago. What was he going to say to me when he knew that embarrassing part of me. He did tell me he wouldn't tell anyone about me confessing but I know that was him surprisingly trying to save my face and the humiliation I would face if word got out of what I had done.

I got to where Dad and Chase were standing. "Did you finish what you were solving with your friend?"I asked my Dad just to start a conversation as a way of calming down.

"Oh Yes."he replied happily. "Chase was about to leave and I asked him to wait for you so that you can say hi. You remember him right?"Dad asked me.

I turned to look at Chase and he had his eyes already on me and I felt my hands start to tremble. Jeez, why couldn't I calm down? I was over him but I just couldn't help being a little anxious.

"I do remember him."I faked a smile, though it was slightly shaky.

"Great, I wanted you to say hi."Dad said and I nodded. Chase was my Dad's friend and I know my Dad took pride in having him as a friend. Of course he was excited to have me greet his beloved friend.

"Nice to meet you."I told Chase keeping up the fake smile. I could feel my cheeks tighten so hard it hurt.

"Likewise."Chase coldly replied and with just one word. He was so uninterested, it was clear as day.

"I also wanted to tell you something important."Dad began and I looked at him curious. "Chase's company is holding an internship programme for graduate students with a degree in business like to you. I would like you to join the program to gain work experience."Dad said and I blinked caught off guard.

I turned to look at Chase. He seemed unbothered. Chase was a famous entrepreneur and the CEO of the biggest business company in the country.

I did a degree in business and I would be lying if I said I didn't choose the course because I knew he was the biggest business man to ever exist and with my course, I knew I had a chance to get close to him even if the chance was non-existent.

I thought it was non-existent, maybe not anymore. My Dad was his best friend and with that connection to him landed me an opportunity to work with Chase Westbrook. What did this mean now I had the opportunity? Did I want him to like me romantically? Did I even like him anymore?

I really liked my degree and although I didn't choose it out of interest at first, it got interesting with time. I would love to do well in my job. But I was working under Chase Westbrook. The man I once went crazy for.

"What's your answer?"Dad asked pulling me out of my escalating thoughts.

"Umm... I'll think about it."No... that's not what I wanted to say. "I just got home."I said instead of saying I accept. My mouth just wouldn't do the right thing. I was so lame man.