Love Never Fails

Love Never Fails by Ginni Conquest

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Authors: Ginni Conquest
before as he stared at Lauren.  Lifting her head high, she spun on her heels and walked back to their table. 
“I’m sorry about Lauren,” said Damien.
“She is not my concern.  Well, I have this and I won’t keep you.” Using my napkin to clean up the rest of it, I tossed everything in the trash.  One of the workers came over to me with a mop. He assured me that he would take care of the rest of the mess and not to worry about it.
Looking at Damien, I wished him a good lunch.
“Enjoy your lunch Mr. Stone.  See you tonight.”
I felt his eyes staring at me as I walked to the elevators.  I had my pride but it had a big crack in it right now. 
    Chapter 18 Dinner Date: Damien’s story
    The five of us were in the limo on our way over to Selina’s.  Looking at my two friends, Tom and Steve, I didn’t say a word while gazing at their angry wives, Denise and Theresa. 
Running my hands thru my hair, I sat there waiting for the interrogation to begin and I knew it was going to come first from Theresa.
“So Damien, is that a new Armani suit you are wearing? I love the no tie look.” Theresa sat there with her arms across her chest.
“Here it comes,” muttered Tom under his breath.
“Theresa, just say it.  We’ve known each other a long time.”
“Ok, as much as what you did was pretty shitty, I understand why you did it.”
Both me and Tom said “You do?” at the same time.  It was almost comical.
“Yes, I do.  Selina would have never opened up to you the way she did had she known you were her boss and you are in love with her.”
“What?”
“Yes Damien, you are feeling a strong connection to her. If it’s not love or the beginning of that, then I don’t know what it is. I can see that.  Denise can see that, don’t you Denise?”
“Yes, but you have made a damn good mess of things Damien.  You lost her trust. So Theresa and I have thought things thru.  If you want to win her back, you are going to have to grovel.”
Both me and Steve said at the same time, “Grovel?”
“Yes, plenty of it.  You need to win her trust back.  That means apologies, kind words, gifts, thoughtful gestures; you have to be on her mind 24/7.  Do you understand?”
“It’s not going to help when Selina saw you with Lauren today too D,” said Steve.
“I thought you got rid of her,” said Theresa.
“She showed up today right when I was going to the deli for lunch.  Selina was there and saw us.  As she got up to leave, Selina dropped her salad on the floor.  I got up to help her.”
“Did she brush you off?” asked Denise.
“Pretty much.”
“You have a bit of work to do Damien.  If Selina is even remotely interested in you, you basically have to earn her trust.”
“Ok, ladies, I’ll be the King of the Grovelers.”
“Oh this is going to be something to see,” laughed Steve.
“She is worth it guys.”
The limo came to a stop right in front of her building.  No Selina.  DT heard our whole discussion and while he would never interject into the conversation, he always had my best interest at heart and knew exactly what needed to be done.
“Hey Boss, I’ll go ring her. Be right back.”
Watching DT speak to security, I just sat back in my seat.  I’m wondering if she is going to defy me and not show up.  DT gave us thumbs up thru the window. 
“Don’t worry D.  It’s going to be just fine.  We are here to help.” Denise tried to reassure me.  Oh, that’s precious. The ladies are going to help me.  I looked at Steve and Tom.  The three of us started laughing.
“Oh good, here she is,” announced Denise.
As I looked over at the main entrance, I see a flash of magenta and two gorgeous legs in about three inch heels walking over to security.  DT held the door open for her and if I wasn’t sitting down, I would have fallen down.  The magenta dress looks like it was poured on her, form fitting and stunning with her dark hair, olive skin and those topaz

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