Breaking Me

Aria

I guess I should start this story off by introducing who I am and where I came from?

That is how it's supposed to work right?

Well anyways, my name is Aria Hayden and I'll be telling this sad, sexy, fantasy fulfilling, and late night cravings story that'll both have you crying and a little aroused.

This isn't your normal story and this will not be your normal story's ending either.

Anyways, I'm Aria and I am 25 years of age. If you're wondering what kind of name is 'Aria', well it originated from a piece of the Italian word 'Aryah' and it means 'air' or 'treasure'. Whatever you want to call it, honestly.

I was born in my old hometown which is the most gorgeous and famous city of Paris, San Francisco. Lucky right?

There are alot of ways that I could describe myself to you all but of course, everything will be explained throughout the story. I wouldn't want to spoil it for everyone.

Currently I am an employee of my Grandfathers' Law Firm, but I'm looking for a place to further my knowledge and education by continuing to study in accounting. I am the best the company has, so far, if I may say so myself.

When I was a little girl, I always dreamt about being with a wealthy and loving husband, living in a wonderful and comfortable home, and having beautiful energetic children.

It was a little fairy-tale dream that I always desired and this dream appeared very consistently. I was never one to be afraid of anything or anyone for that matter, until I met Mr. Aiden Williams.

This man seeped danger from his very pores and whenever he'd walk into a room, there wasn't anyone that couldn't tear their eyes away.

He's very handsome, very arrogant, and very intimidating...and he always gets what he wants.

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 below me last night.

Yes, it was below me on the 3rd floor, but my ears are extremely sensitive. I can hear a pen drop from miles away.

I stared up at the ceiling for a good little while until I couldn't lie down anymore. I don't know why my body was rejecting the fact that I obviously had to get up sooner or later, so I gave up trying for a minute.

Finally getting up, I stood by my living room window that was staring out towards the morning city.

I lived in a condo on the fifth floor of the Hilton and I loved the beautiful view from here.

It was always so calming 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 quiet feeling.

I somehow slipped back towards my bed and ended up dozing off when my alarm clock buzzed. God, I was up way ahead of time but I decided that the faster I got ready, the faster I could get this day over with.

Well, that's what I had thought anyways....

I had my first interview with the biggest company in the state, LLC Industries, this afternoon and I didn't want to be late.

There were two parts of the interview and if I was late for my first one, what on earth would make them think that I really wanted this job?

I didn't need the job if I am being frank about it. I was doing quite well with my finances. My mother always taught me one of two things. First thing was to always take great care of my appearance and keep my head in the books. Second thing was to always have control over my finances.

Save a dollar for a rainy day, she would always say.

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.

My mom did so much for me when I was living close by to her.

She always cooked me home made dinner and breakfast, even though I would tell her that I didn't need her to waste her energy with something so small as that. Of course, being a mother, she did it anyways, which I was always grateful for. But once I moved away, it was the only food I would crave because fast food just doesn't warm the heart like a good home cooked meal!

I quickly took a shower and dressed in one of the most professional outfits I owned, which was a white buttoned down top that covered to the middle of my neck and a black pencil skirt that had a small slit up the leg, and to top it off I paired a bluish-black blazer to the outfit.

I put my hair up in a tight bun and applied just a little makeup, making sure that my look wouldn't be over-bearing. I applied black mascara and black eyeliner with just a little bit of Nars lip gloss.

I still had a little time before I left, so I decided to dabble in my art book a little. I had been writing and drawing ever since I was seven years old and I have hundreds of art note books laying around.

These were just a few of my hobbies I discovered and loved as a child. My parents were always accepting of them and they were very proud of how good I would get as time went on.

I was also really good in mathematics as a child, so good that I placed second place in my first grade tournament. However, that little part disappeared as I got older and so I stuck to writing and art.

I've always wanted to place either of my creations in a museum or even have a famous person glance at it, even if they laughed.

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 and probably set others back, but I kept going.

Giving up was and never is an option for me. My parents worked hard and showed me that for themselves and so I learned from it. One thing that they did was never over exert themselves and they always took care of their appearances.

My mother is currently forty-five and the damned lady looks no older than twenty! I hope to God that I have most of her genes instead of my fathers. Although I'm not saying that my father is a bad looking man, no not in the least!

Sometimes when I drew, I would just let my mind wonder off, as I just did, and my hands would draw whatever they pleased. When I looked down at the note book pad, shockingly, it was a wolf standing on a cliff and it was howling under the midnight sky.

It seemed like this picture had some kind of meaning to it, but I didn't know what exactly and I didn't want to rack my brain trying to figure it out either.

I decided it was almost time for me to go so I hung the penciled drawing up on the wall, by the door beside the vanity mirror and went to heat up a ham and cheese hot pocket.

I was so caught up with memories and this picture, that I almost forgot to eat.

That was going to be one of the reasons why I get pissed off for no reason today, even if everything went as well as I expected. Ugh, I really need to go see a shrink, maybe I have some kind of bipolar disease or something....

When my food was done I grabbed it and all my belongings and headed towards the door.

I stopped to look in the mirror, and gave myself a glance-over to make sure everything was in place. Making sure that my hair didn't have any flyaways and that my makeup didn't end up being smudged when I ate. After a few seconds of playing around in the mirror, my cell phone alarm went off letting me know that it was definitely time for me to leave now.

Everything was looking good and I was feeling very confident about how I looked and how today was going to go. I climbed inside my car and turned it on as I took off towards the interstate and I was on my way to the company for my very first interview.