Javier POV

My eyes closed during the flight to Queens. Maybe Regina thought I was asleep because she kept telling the flight attendant not to disturb me. But sleep was far from me right now; my mind is crowded with thoughts. I was thinking about so many things like the business proposals I canceled just to go on this trip, about how I was going to do about Kristen's case, and about Queens.

Queens..

Queens held a memory of mine. A memory that I have tried to forget but just couldn't, a part of me didn't but also want to remember it, it was a memory I'll cherish forever. It was a memory that brought me closest to the word love.

I heard the pilot announce our arrival and landing in Queens. My eyes flew open as I looked into my new surroundings, my heart beat increased a little as it always does whenever I remember her. I've searched and searched but I never met a woman like her again, it was as if she just came to me that night and disappeared from the face of the earth after. I'm not even sure I will recognize her again; I didn't even know her name.

"Sir, our ride is waiting," Regina said disrupting my thoughts.

I need to forget about her and focus on what brought me here, Kristen.

"George, get me all information you can about Samuel, Kristen's lover. his friends, family, where he works, everything," I told George my second assistant, bodyguard and investigation agent.

"Yes sir," He says hastily as he hurried out.

I got into my ride that took me to our company's hotel here in Queens.

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Megan's POV

So remember how I was so happy while making dinner, I even added corn for Christ sake! That in my home is a big deal, we only make complete, satisfying food during a festival or celebration or when expecting an important visitor.

Neither of that was happening, so why did I cook such a deliciously satisfying meal?

Because Sam was around and I was planning on seeing him and giving him some of the food to eat.

Now let's start from the very beginning. Samuel Anderson, my best friend, neighbor and the love of my life. Samuel is the most handsome, intelligent, hardworking, nicest man I know. I've been harboring a crush on him ever since I was 11 years old when I first met him, his father had just died, and his mother had found a company in alcohol.

They had moved into our neighborhood because of a financial crisis. Everything was new to Samuel, his home, his mother's condition and he even had to change schools. He didn't go into depression like others would have. Instead, he always wore a bright smile.

"Hey, Meg! Come over here!" Elvis shouted at me; he was standing with the new boy.

"Samuel this is my friend and our neighbor Meg, Meg this is the new boy and now our schoolmate Samuel," Elvis introduced, I wonder how he always finds a way to talk so comfortable with strangers.

I looked up at him, I had seen him before, on the first day he arrived, but I didn't go near him because I was shy.

I waved shyly at him, he was too handsome and him smiling at me wasn't helping at all.

"Come here," He said as he held my hand and pulled me out of Elvis back.

"You are quite tall you know," he said, he was just barely an inch taller than me.

I smiled, "Yeah, my mom said my dad was tall," and brown haired that's the only information I got out of her concerning my dad.

"You lost your father too?" He asked me, sadness in his eyes.

He didn't die, I just didn't know him, but I didn't say that I just nodded.

He put his hands over my shoulder, "Don't worry, we'll comfort each other,"

I didn't reply; my brain wasn't functioning right now.

"And also, girls are meant to be short," he said.

"No, they are not!" I fired back.

"They are, so it doesn't matter if your dad was tall and mine wasn't, I'll still be taller than you, right Elvis?" He said Elvis nodded.

"No you won't," I said " I'll grow taller than this,"

"Yes, you will and so will I Meg."

And just like that, I fell in love. When Susan had cancer, we were all together, going through thick and thin.

On my eighteenth birthday, I kissed Sam, and he was polite enough not to pull away, but he didn't kiss me back, then I confessed my love for him.

"Meg, I am sorry, I don't feel the same way, and I have a lot of things on my mind right now, a relationship is far from me," he explained.

I was already tearing up when he hugged me.

"I love you, Meg, only as a big brother can," Then, being the joker he is, he added just to ease any tension, "And who taught you to kiss like that, Meg, have you been attending kissing lessons?"

I laughed, forgetting about my rejection. What Sam didn't know was that he was my first kiss.

I watched him go to prom with another girl, watched him date numerous girls, watched him grow more and more handsome and become the bad boy of the neighborhood. I always had this feeling that he was mine and that he would come back to me at the right time, but he never did.

I even got half naked and slipped into his bed; I don't know what it was that was going through my mind that day. I just thought that if we made love, then he would realize how much I loved him, but it didn't work that day. Sam rejected me again, refused to lay his hands on me. He had slept with so many girls I wondered why he couldn't just do it with me.

"I can't Meg, I love you too much as a sister I can't defile you like this," He said looking at me, refusing his eyes to even wander down my exposed body.

"Why? Am I not beautiful enough?" I asked hurt and embarrassed.

"No its because you are too beautiful and too special to be used, Meg you deserve the best, someone who will cherish and adore the unique person you are, sadly that's not me," He said.

I had run out with tears in my eyes; the worst thing was that I couldn't hate him, because he didn't push me away or embarrass me instead he told me the sweetest words ever. Hurt, anger, and embarrassment were flowing through me, and I did the most stupid thing ever.

I wore my most sexy revealing cloth and went to a bar, I was 21 then, and it was legal, I got drunk and tried to forget about Sam and his rejection that night, if he didn't want me, I didn't want him too. I got so drunk that I danced and flirted with every male species I could find, but one caught my eye, a guy with the bluest eyes I have ever seen, I called him Bluey. I flirted with him, but I didn't know the details. A part of me remembers begging for attention as I kissed him first. All I remember was that the guy was kind and gentle. I woke up the next morning naked on a bed; I didn't even bother looking at the man who took my virginity as I ran home in tears. That is a night I would gladly go back in a time machine and change.

Now back to where we were...

I brought the food over to Sam's house and was surprised when billionaire heiress Kristen Sullivan opened the door for me.

I received the highest rejection of all time as Sam introduced Kristen as the love of his life.

I've never seen his eyes sparkle that way, he kept on smiling and couldn't stop looking at her. And she is perfect, perfect face, skin, voice, she is everything I ever want to be, and now she has the heart of Sam. I didn't like her; I hated her, she stole Sam away from me. Even though he wasn't with me, he was going to be eventually. And she is so sweet. I could see why Sam fell for her.

Susan also betrayed me; I saw approval in her eyes, she liked Kristen, everybody did. Sam, Elvis, Susan, Rita, the twins everybody loved Kristen, the perfect girl.

I couldn't sit there anymore and watch them all drool over her. I took the excuse that I had to see my mom, and left, Rita saw through my strong façade, and she followed me out, but I didn't give her the chance to speak, as I ran home and locked myself in.

I cried my self to sleep last night, hell I even had nightmares, I couldn't sleep well, I'll wake up at intervals and continue crying all over again.

This morning, however, I am different. I have a new goal, am not going to cry and be depressed while Sam and his heiress are all lovey-dovey on each other.

All those years of crushing on Sam, I didn't do anything about it, all I did was sit back and watch after facing rejection. Now I am not going to that. This wealthy bimbo isn't good enough for Sam, I am. She ran away from home, soon her rich folks would be here, and that could cause problems for Sam.

I am going to lead them right to her. After she's taken away, Sam would be sad and all, and that's when I come in. I'll console him and help him figure out that am his dream woman.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Meg, open up or else am gonna call Elvis to break down this door" Rita shouted.

I reluctantly went and opened the door for her, the sun almost blinding me.

"Rise and shine, Merlin," she said to me while handing me a mug of hot coffee. Merlin, that's my nickname, cos I don't ever give up on anything I set my mind to, I worked as if I had magic and I wasn't human, and I was obsessed about Merlin at age 14.

"Thanks, Rita," I said as I drank out of the smoking mug.

"Meg, I am here for you, okay? In case you ever want to talk," Rita said heating last night dinner.

I nodded. I had breakfast with Rita; I didn't go to great Susan this morning, I didn't want to run into Miss Perfect. Then I got ready for work; today is a Saturday, which means I work in a hotel. Later I'll visit the Sullivan cooperation.

"Bye Meg, take care" Rita called out from the stairs as I rushed out to work. It was chilly outside here; I decided to zip up my jacket. When I bumped into someone, and when I wanted to step back I lost my balance by stepping on a stone, but the person, probably a man, gripped me firmly, as his hand held my shoulder and the other went round my waist.

I opened my eyes after I was certain I wasn't going to fall, and my big brown eyes fell onto the bluest eyes I've ever seen. He looked as shocked as I am as if we recognized each other.

"Bluey?" I whisper asked.

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