Forever Soulmates (Completed)✅

Part 1- The Beginning- Grant's POV

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. -Anonymous

Grant's POV

I looked out my office window at the view of the river. It was noon and the sun was at its most high and the people down below scattered around looking for places to eat. My meeting with Daryl Mercer had my head spinning and losing this deal could cost my customers over a half a million dollars in stocks and revenues. I'm sure my other partners wouldn't be ecstatic over this loss. But lately, my mind was so unfocused and my heart was weary.

I sat down at my custom made desk and pondered if I would ever fall in love? This question had been haunting me for the past few months. I knew I wasn't a bad looking guy. At 6'5, brown hair, muscular built with green eyes, and having had to juggle and sexing with multiple women at the same time; I thought that it would bring me happiness unfortunately the happiness only lasted a few hours. Believe me, women came on to me at an alarming rate.

Sometimes I felt like a piece of meat, but it always ended up the same, meet them, have sex, the end. It seemed like a never ending cycle. Sometimes I didn't even remember their names. In a large city like San Francisco you would think you could find at least one decent relationship but most were artificial to me.

My best friends and business partners seem to be finding their better halves lately, while I still seem to be playing the field. John, Elvin, Troy and Thomas were dating, engaged or either married. I did not want to be a rich old man with one failed relationship after another, or be a balding fifty year old still chasing skirts all around town.

I looked at my watch. Damn! It was 3:00 pm. I had to get out of this funk. Daydreaming for three hours was getting me nowhere. I decided to go to my beach house to relax for the weekend. After the day I had today, I had to get out of town. The Mercer Merger was at a stalemate and it didn't make sense to stay here, plus the fresh air would do me some good. I jumped out my chair, leaving the mess on the desk and headed out.

"Carol, I'm leaving, you have a good weekend," I told my secretary as I walked out to the elevator.

I arrived at the beach house around seven- thirty after stopping at the grocery store to pick up a few things. As I hit the road leading up to the beach house, the smell of the ocean surrounded me. The smell at actually  followed me into the house.

I turned on the lights and the soft glow cascaded upon the blue walls and the crystal chandelier sparkled throughout the living room. I headed straight to the bar and poured a shot of whiskey. The hard dark liquor slid down my throat and I could already feel the stress of the day leaving my body.

The beach house belonged to my parents. I had bought them the house five years ago as a retirement slash anniversary gift. My dad had worked hard for over thirty years as an electrician and my mom was a teacher. They always wanted to live at the beach and so when my business grew, I decided it was time to finally repay them for all the hard work they had invested in me. My parents were firm believers in education so they made sure I attended the best schools and made good grades. My mother was the stricter of the two, while my dad was laid back. I remember the day I brought them to see the house.

"Where are you taking us," my father asked.

"It's a surprise dad."

When we arrived at the house, I shouted "Happy Anniversary!" My parents looked at me in confusion. "This is my gift to you," I said to both of them. Of course they turned it down. I took my mother inside and she instantly fell in love with it. I told them, it was my turn to take care of them for everything they had done for me.