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  The Echoes of Destiny - The Beginning (The Echoes Of Destiny, Book One)

  By Hannah Pierce

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  “This is something really big, we really need to have some fun out tonight.”

  I looked over at Shane, my roommate and good friend Shane, who was always looking for reasons to go out and party, no matter how small the matter was. “You cannot be serious Shane, I can’t drink the day before I start work at my new job.”

  “Why do you have to be so rigid Dina?” Shane asked. He was seated on a carpet on the floor of the lounge of our new apartment. The room was strewn with boxes which we had been struggling to unpack the whole week. Slim, dark haired with deep gray eyes, Shane looked like he was in excellent shape despite their having spent so much time putting their new apartment into shape, and I looked at him with admiration.

  “I didn’t mean that we hit the clubs until morning,” he insisted, “we can just have a little wine over the happy hour, and be back before the nine o’clock news.”

  “I’m not so sure what time I will be back today,” I said motioning to the sweat pants and workout top, “I wanna see how long it will take me to walk to work, before I head to the gym for a workout.”

  “Just try and make it back on time,” he said, his arched brow making me laugh. He had been through a lot in his childhood, having grown up without parents in the tough world, and from what I could see, he was well onto his way in making it in the movie directing business that he had set up. I could not wait to see his million-dollar features all over the press when he did.

  “Let’s do this Shane, how about you and I grab a glass of wine tomorrow after work?” I offered. “Getting through one working day in this city will be enough reason to celebrate.”

  “Settled. You go along, and I will just finish trying to unpack this stuff, before I order some dinner for us.”

  I took the private elevator down to the ground floor, and smiled at the doorman as he held the door open for me to pass. The warm New York air hit me with a bang, embracing my whole body, bringing with it a sense of excitement and exploration. I had been used to living in Chicago, and it seemed like two worlds away. The tall metropolitan buildings and the streets were packed with people who were full of energy, as I made my way out of the Manhattan neighborhood. I was one lucky girl despite wanting to start from scratch, because I was from a rich family and they had gotten for me an apartment that would make even some of the rich and famous jealous.

  The doorman regarded me as I made my way out, “I hope you enjoy your evening Miss Garcia, the weather is good for a run.

  “Thanks Jamie, best to enjoy it before the summer kicks in.”

  I walked out of the high end modern building and into the tree-lined street and made my way to Broadway, a totally different picture. There was lots of traffic bustling, and I almost felt overwhelmed at the nature of the busy life in the city. Everyone always seemed to be in a hurry, the endless traffic lines a nightmare for any driver. It was however exciting to me as I looked forward to getting to master the streets there. I checked the address on my hnewew offices and made my way there.

  I could not wait to explore the city. Everything seemed to always be on the move, hawkers shouting for people to buy their wares, while police and ambulance sirens screamed into the air. I was hit by the smell of exhaust fumes from vehicles mixed with garbage from the garbage collecting trucks as they made their way through the small lanes. The New Yorkers themselves did not seem to notice anything strange as they cruised through their beloved city, one which I wished to become accustomed to very soon.

  I approached my new office block with excitement. I had managed to start from the bottom, and I had finally gotten a small promotion, and been transferred to the New York office, which was a major promotion to me, as I was going to be the assistant to one of the directors there, Sean Lockermann. Daniel & Strauss was a marketing company that promoted anything, from movies to blue chip companies, and I had joined it two years earlier, just after graduating from college. My parents had been adamant that I work for one of my father’s companies, but I would have none of it, and instead chose to carve out my own niche.

  “You stubborn girl,” my father had chided, “why do you insist on starting so low and yet we have it all?”

  It had been hard letting my dad and mom let me go, and when they had, I had immediately left before they could have time to bring in more arguments as to why I should stay behind and focus on their companies.

  I soon got to the Daniel & Strauss Company building, and pulling the door open, I made my way into the awe inspiring building. The building was majestic and screamed money and success, judging from the way that it was tastefully furnished in the reception area. I showed my ID card to the guards at the desk, and made my way past them to the bank of elevators at the far end. I was excited at the prospect of the new job, and I made my way up to the 30th floor, where my new office was located.

  After checking it out, I turned to leave, bumping into someone and spilling all the contents of my purse to the floor. Embarrassed, as all the receptionists on the floor were looking at me, I did not bother to look at the man that had bumped into me, and I bent down to retrieve the numerous change that had fallen out, my hand running onto a pair of luxurious moccasins that were partly covered by black designer pants.

  My heart skipped a beat as I looked up towards his face, the designer suit that he was wearing setting something off in me, but it was not the suit that got the best of me, but rather the lean muscular body that was in it that really got my senses going wild. The maleness in the man was extremely getting me excited. There was something about the man that just want me to have sex with him immediately, and I swear I could even feel my pussy beginning to twitch in my panties. As my eyes got to his, I found that I could not pull them away from his intense gaze. The air drew from my lungs as a certain electric current passed between us. There was an erotic magnetism that was running between us, and I felt the strength draining out of my crouched legs, making me fall flat out on my ass in a seated position.

  Great. Just great, making a fool out of myself at the new job before I had even began. I wondered what had just happened bef
ore me and the stranger, and I could not quite place a finger on it. There was just something about him, something that just made me all hot and horny, and I would not have hesitated had he asked me for sex there and then. His deep blue eyes looked deeply into mine, as it finally registered that I was on the floor. I had been so pre-occupied admiring his manly features. His jet black hair was tied neatly into a ponytail behind his back, framing the most handsome face that I had ever seen, while his bone structure looked like one of God’s masterpieces.

  My heart skipped a beat as I continued to stare at him, my lips parting slightly to take in more breath as the beat rate grew faster. He also smelled sinfully erotic, something about his maleness, which got me reeling in a bundle of emotions I had never experienced before. He stretched his hand towards mine, and under his cuffs, I spotted a gold watch that was on a hairy wrist, the dark hairs of his hands making his masculinity even more appealing. I shook myself back to life once again, the feel of his hand sending a shiver up my spine, and making the hairs of my body to stand, as I staggered up, too weak to talk. I could not believe that it was him again. I thought that I had forever blocked him out of my life, but now he was here, as if like a dream.

  I had never imagined he would resurface and make all of my senses go wild again, just when I had managed to keep them in check. Two years it had been since I had last set eyes on him. We had graduated together, and then suddenly he was gone from my life, from my dreams. His name was Jason, Jason Donovan, a guy I had spent sleepless nights musing over back in my college days. Now he was here right infront of me, pulling me up to my feet.

  His type were dark and dangerous, and although my feelings were in an erotic state, I intended to keep away from him. He had ignored me throughout our college life, probably thinking that I was too much of a bookworm to play in his league. Despite the fact that I knew that he had slept with practically all the beauties in the college, there was just something about him that made my clit swell whenever I had seen him, and from what I was feeling right now, that has certainly not changed.

  “Are you okay?”

  His voice was still the smooth cultured voice that I could remember from such a long time ago, the coarse raspiness sending butterflies into my stomach. Whenever I looked at him and heard his voice, I just thought of great sex, and I felt like I could orgasm just hearing his voice.

  “I-I’m good,” I said, finally finding my voice.

  He pulled me up into a standing position, our eyes still riveted on each other like two young lovers. He looked as graceful as he always had back in the days in college, and although I knew that he was 26, he looked much younger. He looked more intelligent than he had before, although the look in his eyes said that he probably took even more women than he had to bed nowadays.

  As he pulled me up, I felt an attachment to him, as if he was pulling me toward him like a magnet, and I could not resist it. I felt intoxicated by his erotic maleness, and he was the kind of guy whom any woman would have loved to rip off his clothes, and delight herself with his sexy body. He on the other hand looked all confident and self-assured, he was almost smug, as if he knew that all the women around him wanted him as I did right at this moment.

  “Are you sure you are alright?” he asked as I felt awkwardly, a clumsy feeling sweeping over me.

  “Yeah, I’m good, thanks.” I said as he handed me my coins.

  I tossed them into my bag and made for the elevator quickly, praying to god that he would not recognize me. The feel of the warm New York air on my face was a welcome relief to the sexual tensions that I felt reaping through my body. I could not get him off my mind, and the gym looked like the perfect place for that. I set off for the gym in a hurry, my mind a mixed jumble of emotions. I wondered if Jason could even remember me, being that he had totally been oblivious of me in Stanton University.

  From my first year when I had set eyes on him, Jason had the ‘I want you to fuck me’ effect on me, and although I had tried in many ways to make him to take note of me, he never even looked at me. Back then my sole ambition was to pass my exams, and not being the type to show off my family’s wealth, I probably passed for just another woman trying to get laid. I had watched him shift from relationship to relationship with many different women, and from what was said by many of the girls in the corridors, he was well endowed. I had not cared for the fact that he had fucked practically every good looking person with a pussy, but had wanted to feel his cock inside of me.

  Judging from what had just happened in the building, I still felt the same way. Only this time, I was going to make him lust after me, if at all he worked in the same building as I did, something I thought was possible due to the fact that so many people had seemed to recognize him. Just thinking of him brought the I’m ready to get fucked look onto my face, making me to slap myself slightly, bringing myself back to reality.

  I had spent just a moment with Jason Donovan, and my body somehow felt energized, a feeling that was hard to explain, and I could still feel the grip of his manly hands on mine, the soft flesh sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

  Now, this is getting out of hand Gina, get a grip on yourself and move on!

  The gym was a welcome relief to me as I took to the treadmill, before doing some yoga to get my mind back into control. When I was done, the gym instructor, a young looking handsome guy came up to me as I was wiping off my sweat with a towel, his muscles cutting through his vest to reveal a fine figure.

  “You did very well.”

  He was dark skinned and bald shaven, and he wielded me the biggest smile that I had ever seen. I hoped that he was not coming to hit on me like many other instructors had done in the past, and I noticed a ring on his finger just before I was about to make my escape.

  “Yeah it pays to keep fit, body, mind and soul.”

  “Mark Stewart,” he said stretching his hand.

  “Dina Garcia.” He offered to take me to dinner sometime with one of his yoga instructors so that I could learn more about yoga, and handing me his card, he told me to call him when I got the chance.

  Chapter Two

  The skyline was lit up by electric lights from the buildings as I made my way out of the building and into the New York outdoors, melting into the huge walking traffic on the street, my mind settled again. The atmosphere in the city once again occupied my mind as I made my way home, the now familiar noise and smell flooding back. I could smell coffee as I walked into the apartment, and Shane was in the kitchen bent over a kitchen table as music belted from the stereo in the lounge.

  “Hi Shane,” I said as I walked into the kitchen, “smelling good, is that grilled beef I smell?”

  “I ordered your favorite my dear friend, was just heating it up a little.”

  “Great, let me take a shower and then come down to eat,” I said dashing upstairs. After the shower, I made my way back to the kitchen, pulling out a kitchen stool and sitting at the kitchen bar.

  “Have fun?” he asked putting a plate of chicken and pasta infront of me as he settled on a stool opposite me.

  “I actually met the most handsome man on earth again today,” I replied, as Shane arched up an eyebrow to look at me with interest.

  “Really, I thought that I was the most handsome guy in the world,” Shane said jokingly, “did he ask you out?”

  “No, it was actually in a very awkward situation where I fell flat on my ass infront of him after we bumped into one another.”

  “Tell me all about it, how does he look, come on, I’m curious!” he continued.

  “I knew him from before, but I do not know if he recognized me or not. We went to Stanton together, but he never took notice of me there, probably because I was too busy studying to take good care of my looks, unlike now,” I said to him.

  “And..”

  “He is tall, dark haired and lean. Judging from his clothes, he is some senior executive somewhere. He always had me sexually attracted to him in a crazy way, and today when I saw him, I f
elt the feelings come flooding into my body, making me lose complete control of my body. Had I been a man like you, my dick would have burst through my pants in a huge erection.”

  “You talk of him with such a passion, a pity that he did not ask a gorgeous woman like you out.”

  Just talking of him made me relive the brief moment that I had spent with Jason in the lift, and his voice as he asked me if I was okay. I knew that my vibrator had work to do that night as I thought of Jason, although I knew that he had probably forgotten about me. There was a renewed feeling of lust for him, and I felt myself beginning to get wet.

  “What happened next, did he flirt with you, or you with him?” he asked digging into his drumstick.

  “Shane, Jason is not the kind of person to flirt with, he is dangerous, and can hurt you. Believe me, you have no idea!”

  “You’re kidding me Dina, a flirt cannot harm a fly, even married people love it when you flirt with them.” Shane regarded her.

  “Shane, this guy just spells GREAT SEX and nothing more, I want more than just sex, and flirting with him could just lead to sex.”

  “Well…”

  “Well,” I said deciding that I’d had enough of the topic on Jason, “it has been a long night and I am longing for my bed.” I got up, cleared the table counter.

  “By the way, your daddy passed by this evening, he brought me a Rolex, while he brought you a diamond studded necklace and matching earrings,” Shane said in a matter of fact way.

  “Why do my parents have to do that, and yet they know that I can’t even wear such expensive jewelery to work, I would look out of place with jewelery more expensive than my superiors?” I replied, dismayed.

  “I guess it is because they love you and want you to have the best of everything,” Shane replied as if he knew that I would get mad. “I guess that is why they sent me to stay with you, to cool you off when you get mad.”