CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING

Aria

I guess I should start this story off by introducing who I am and where I came from?
My name is Aria Hayden and I am twenty-five years old. I was born in my old hometown, the  beautiful and famous city of San Francisco.
There are a lot of ways that I could describe myself to you, but everything will be explained throughout the story. I wouldn't want to spoil it for everyone!
Currently I am an employee at my grandfathers Law Firm, but I'm looking for another company that will help me further my education in business accounting. I am the best the company has seen, so far, if I may say so myself.
When I was a little girl, I used to dream about being with a loving husband, living in a wonderful and comfortable home, and having at least two beautiful children.
It was just a little kid's fairy-tale that I used to want, because my parents didn't have a stable marriage and it caused my sister and I problems when we were children.
When I grew older and matured, I vowed to never accept any disrespect from my spouse or anyone else.
I was never afraid of anyone for that matter, but that wasn't until I met Mr. Aiden Williams.
This man oozed dominance from his very pores and whenever he'd walk into a room, his presence  commanded attention.
There wasn't a single woman in this world who wouldn't give him the time of day. He is the CEO of LLC Industries, extremely wealthy and shockingly handsome.
I woke up early this morning, dreading everything I had to do today. I didn't get much sleep, no thanks to the loud party my neighbors had last night.
Yes, it was on a floor below me, but they were so loud! My ears are extremely sensitive. I could hear a pen drop from miles away.
I stared up at the ceiling for a good little while until I couldn't lay down anymore.
I really wanted to go back to sleep because it was extremely early, but I did have an interview to go to today, and I really couldn't afford to be late.
Finally getting up, I stood by my living room window and stared out towards the morning sky.
I lived in a condo on the fifth floor of the Hilton and I loved the beautiful view from here.
It was always so quiet at night, seeing nothing but darkness and hearing silence even if it was 'every once in a while'.
When the sun began to rise, it gave the town a peaceful and calm feeling.
I somehow slipped back towards my bed and ended up dozing off. My alarm clock startled me out of my sleep when it went off. God, I was so tired and I was up way ahead of time, but it wouldn't do me any good if I stayed in bed.
I headed to my bathroom and took a quick shower, letting the water trickle down my skin. Once I was finished, I reached down and turned off the water. I grabbed a towel of off the towel rack and wrapped it tightly around my body, stepping out of the shower and walking over to the mirror, wiping it with my hand.
My eyes were puffy and my cheeks pale. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, splashing cold water on myself, hoping that it would help to wake me up.
I clothed myself in a professional uniform, which was a white buttoned down shirt and a black pencil skirt that had a small slit up the leg, and to top it off I paired a black blazer to the outfit.
I had my first interview with the largest company in the city, LLC Industries, this afternoon and I didn't want to be late.
The interview consisted of two parts and if I was late for my first one, what on earth would make them think that I really wanted this job?
To be frank, I didn't need the job I was doing quite well with my finances. My mother taught me a lot of things when I was a child, that would help me when I got older.
I love my mom so much and I miss her dearly. Staying in this big city by myself, not including times when my sister or my best friend visited, was at times lonely.
She always cooked me home made meals even though I would tell her that she didn't need to. Of course, being such an amazing mother as she is, she did it anyways. Her love and kindness was unmatched, which I was always grateful for.
However, once I moved away it was the only food I would crave for.
After I got dressed, I put my hair up in a tight bun and applied just a small amount of makeup, making sure that my look wouldn't be too overbearing.
I still had a little time before I left, so I decided to sketch in my art book a little.
I had been writing and drawing ever since I was seven years old and I had hundreds of art books laying around.
These were just a few of my hobbies I discovered and loved as a child. My parents always supported my talents.
I've always wanted to place my art creations in a museum, but I never found a way to do it.
I know it's weird but at least I am proud of myself and how far I've come. I've been through some things that would put others to shame.
Giving up was and is never an option for me. My parents worked too hard for me to give up, and they did everything in their power to raise me up into a mature and responsible person.
Sometimes when I sketched, I would just let my mind wander off and my hands would draw whatever appeared in my head.
I decided it was time for me to head out so I hung the drawing up on the wall beside the vanity mirror and went to go warm up my breakfast.
I was so caught up with memories and this picture, that I almost forgot to eat.
When my food was done I took it out of the microwave and grabbed my briefcase, keys and phone and walked out the door.
Everything looked good and I was feeling very confident how today was going to go. I unlocked the drivers side door and climbed inside, I put the key into the ignition and backed out of the driveway, heading into the city.