An Angel for Ms. Right

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Angel for Ms. Right

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2010 by Lenise Lee. All rights reserved.

 

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Denise Right is struggling to maintain a crumbling home life with her estranged parents and has no time for love and relationships.

 

Adam Aggeliki has been holding a painful family secret but when he meets Denise he knows she is the one to mend his heart and he will do whatever it takes win her heart and trust.

 

Can the pair find the happiness they both seek in one another's arms even as the world around them is shattered?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Angel for Ms. Right

By

Lenise Lee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dedication

 

This story is dedicated to the One who can make all things possible, thank you. A dedication is also given to you, dear reader, thank you for your support.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1
 

 

“Excuse me?”

The warm baritone voice interrupted Denise Right’s deep thought and stopped her in her tracks as she exited the lecture hall. Without thinking, she turned quickly on her heels and collided with a massive wall that turned out to be a broad muscular chest.

“I-I am so sorry,” Denise stuttered as she looked up in to the most dazzling sea-green eyes she had ever seen.

Her breath caught in her chest and she stumbled back and would have went crashing to the floor, if two large hands had not reached her in time enough to steady her on her feet.

“Whoa. Steady as she goes. Are you okay?” the green eyes peered uncertainly into Denise’s light brown ones.

She remembered where she was and managed to pull her eyes away from his gaze and looked around quickly to confirm whether or not anyone else had witnessed her buffoonery. Thankfully, most of the other students in the Introduction to Legal Process class had already exited and her professor was busy gathering his papers from the dais and had not noticed the scene.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” pretty eyes said as he tried to capture her attention once more.
Denise reluctantly turned her head back in his direction.
“No, it’s fine. It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing.”

He smiled then and, if it were possible, his eyes seemed to turn from sea-green to a stunning emerald while two breathtaking dimples pierced the cheeks of his olive-colored skin. Denise felt a blush coming on and decided to hurry the conversation on before she embarrassed herself even further.

“Um, did you need something?” she questioned, making sure not to stare too hard at his adorable dimples.

With one quick stroke, he ran his tanned hand through his dark hair. Denise noted that it was short around the side and slightly spiky on top. It was not the usual look that she would go for on a guy, but on him it definitely had a sexy appeal and seemed to bring out the strong angular cut of his face.

“Actually, I did have a question.”

His brow furrowed and he seemed to be trying to find the right words. He took a deep breath and sucked in his lower lip. At that moment, Denise wished she could taste that lip.

“Would you go out with me?”

Once again, Denise felt herself rocking on the ball of her feet but was able to catch herself before she pivoted too far back and needed another rescue.

He must have seen the look of confusion on her face because he quickly continued without being prompted.

“Wait, before you think that I am some kind of stalker or weirdo. It’s not what you think. I mean, I don’t think I phrased that correctly.”

Of course not
, she thought,
no guy this gorgeous would ask me out without there being some hidden agenda
.

She took a quick scan over him again. He was probably around the same age as her – twenty-three – but the similarities ended there. Black tee that hugged that wonderful chest she had experienced only a moment ago. Loose fitting dark blue jeans hung perfectly around his hips. A pair of black oxford shoes rounded out the look. He stood well over six feet and had a solid look that confirmed he must work out on the regular. She, on the other hand, had only barely made it to the 8 AM lecture and was donned in a pair of grey sweatpants and long sleeve grey tee, white sneaks. She had only enough time to comb her chestnut brown hair that hung slightly pass her shoulders into a single pony tail at the base of her lean neck before breaking into a fast run across the campus to be seated only moments before Professor Peterson began his morning tirade.

Denise took another mental comparison between the immaculate man that stood before her and her own sloppy image and instantly concluded that he wanted something from her. He probably wanted to copy her lecture notes. It was no secret that she currently held the highest average in this course and he would not be the first to attempt to convince her to do their work in exchange for some type of compensation. The first year of law school was brutal and most students did not finish out the entire year before moving on to another course of study. The class she entered with the preceding fall was a total of 200 and had now dwindled to less than 100 during the middle of the spring semester.

“What did you mean?” she heard the defensive tone in her voice.

Pretty eyes still held a tight wrinkle in his brow and the squinting of his eyes indicated he had taken note of the change in her mannerism as well.

“I wanted to ask if you would help me out with this class,” he nearly whispered as he watched her intensely for her reaction.

Ha! I knew it
, she smiled in her mind as she mentally congratulated herself on her logical deduction.

She placed her hand on her hip, “Look, um, what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t. I’m Adam Aggeliki,” he said as he extended a large hand toward her.

Slowly, Denise allowed her own to be enveloped by his firm grasped and felt a warm sensation blanket her mocha tinted skin. Her lashes fluttered and the pair locked eyes once more. Realizing that he was probably purposefully using his strong masculinity to win her over, she quickly recovered her hand and then spun around on her heels to move toward the exit door to the left of the lecture hall.

“Look, Adam Ag-Ag-”

“Aggeliki. It’s Greek.”

“Yeah,” Denise called over her shoulder, “That’s nice. I don’t cheat and I don’t do people’s homework, okay? So, I guess that answers any other questions you may have. Bye.”

Confident she had made her point, Denise quickly pushed through the door and into the bright sunshine. Her mission was to forget her problems at home, forget she was stressed to the point of tears over her studies, and most definitely forget Mr. Aggeliki.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2
 

 

Two hours and two cups of black coffee later, Denise found a table in the middle of the study area on the second floor of the Eastern States University Law Library. She flopped down into the high back wooden chair with such force that she found herself suddenly moving in a backwards direction as the chair tipped back on two legs. She jumped up quickly and recovered both her balance and that of the chair before reseating herself, very slowly and carefully this time around.

With her papers and several textbooks spread out before her on the large oak desk, she mentally prepared to set to work on getting some major studying done. Mid-terms were only a couple of weeks away and then spring break. She would have to find the strength to force her drained body to go back home and proceed to pretend how wonderful everything was in the Right Family for a week or so.

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