I crossed my legs as I sat on the leather arm chair in my office, facing the opposite direction of the room. I was looking at the view of New York -yes, Reader, The New York City- and it was always the same.

There will always be mothers motivating their children to hurry up and get in the car or they'll be late for school, grandparents taking the stubborn, bratty little grandkids to the candy store or a walk in the park, Teenagers as well as young adults walking their dogs, usually being accompanied by a partner-mostly the opposite sex - and basking in the warm afternoon. Business man ( like me) or women snaking through the cramped crowd and slow walkers, jogging or talking to their cellular devices to make sure they didn't miss the bus or train.

"Mr. Lerman?" A soft voice, snapped me out from my speculation over the people and I gradually turned my chair around.

"Yes?" I looked at Jessica, my secretary who was bobbing her head at the door. Her red curls fell on her shoulders as her fudge eyes were on me.

"The meeting with the presenter from AOC company is in 10 minutes," she reminded me, clutching on the small black book she was holding.

"Okay. Thank you, Jessica" I said, showing her a small smile.

You probably wondering who am I right now. Am I right, Reader?

I am Logan Wade Lerman. I am the CEO of A-List company and not to brag or anything, I am a successful businessman. I made money, I live in a quite exquisite penthouse here. I basically have everything - you name it. But there's still one thing I never actually find in my life and it was something I least expected- Love.

I never find the right girl for me, I once thought I will ever be.

"I want a grandchild before I break a hips, Logan!" My mother chided, almost in every phone call I made.

I would always rolled my eyes and find an excuse to drop the damn topic that my mom would always find a way to talk me about it. She even find me girls that supposedly suit me. But none of these girls ( mostly are the daughter of her friends) fascinate me. To this day, I still doesn't know why.

Well, that was before I met Selena Gomez.

Who is she? Keep reading, dear Reader.

I was on my way to the office when my car broke down. I was still in 'okay' mood as I tried and tried but a single phone call had had me a mental breakdown.

"You have at least fifteen minutes to get here! Or our deal with Clementine is off!" I heard Emma Watson, co-worker rasped at the other side of the line.

"I know, I know. I'm Sorry. My car broke down, I am on my way now!" I gripped tight on my cell phone as I snaked into the walkers infiltrated the streets. It was nearly eight o'clock but New York was already packed with sea of people.

I found myself rushing through my office, it was just a block away. I was focusing to the front, I forgot that there were still people walking around me. Next thing I know I found myself falling over a petite girl. I glanced up from the ground, and my emerald eyes locked with the girl's mocha gems.

This sound stupid and all but I could've swear my stomach did back flips. If I wasn't in a rush, I would've stayed there and asked for her name.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, picking up my phone on the ground and walked off leaving her.

I thought this was just regular coincidence, but little did I know, it was karma that led me to… her.

To something called Love.

I know its short, but this is the beginning.