LUCILLEA part of my brows raised in confusion as I wondered why she was in my office. And she wasn't just in my office but also sitting in my seat. "Mr. Matthew!" I called, clicking my heels on the Italian floor as I walked toward my chair. When Rosemary saw me, her mouth curled into a sinister smile. "Oh! You are here, Mrs. Lucille," "Yeah! What's going on? Why is she here?" I asked, darting my gaze on the Germans. I intentionally didn't pay Rosemary attention. She wasn't worth it. "That's the main reason we are here. After much.....," I stopped him before he could continue his statement. "I'm sorry, but can you teach the girl you brought some manners? She should know better not to sit on a seat that isn't hers," I spat without looking at her. My voice was already becoming rude. "Ah! Miss Rosemary, that isn't right. Please, come and sit with us." For some seconds, Rosemary stared at me unblinking as if she had something to say, she then stood up and sat on the
LUCILLE BRADLEY I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and I couldn't stop appreciating the skill of God because I didn't seem to understand why he was going to create an imperfect girl like me in a perfect way. Well, a lot of people might not accept that I am the best. I care less, I didn't need anyone to tell me that. I will always remind myself that I am wonderfully made. I observed the mascara I applied wasn't enough so I added a little more. My buddy, Rosemary's call came in at the same time. "Hey! Darling!" I let out immediately after I picked up the call. I knew I sounded too excited and it was all because of the surprise I would be getting that evening. "Don't tell me you are still dressing up, Lucille," Rosemary muttered over the phone, giggling. I made a funny face even though she was not there to see it and replied, "I just want to look my best, dearie. I don't want to be caught unprepared by Noah's proposal. You know the paparazzi will be there to take our pict
LUCILLE BRADLEY It must be a drama. It can't be real. I assured myself as I moved closer to Rosemary and Noah who had exchanged rings and were kissing each other. Why the hell am I still sleeping at this time? Noah's party must have started and I was still here, standing in this horrible dream, watching my boyfriend get engaged to my childhood best friend. I pinched myself. A sharp pain traveled around my body and that ascertained that it wasn't a dream. It was really happening. My best friend is getting engaged to my boyfriend. I moved closer to them and inquired, "Don't you think you guys owe me some explanation?"I was fuming. I couldn't hold the shame and embarrassment. They both knew all along that I was just a game to them and yet they dragged me to the party. What for? To witness their union and pray for them or she was just trying to rub it on my face. Rosemary turned and flashed a sheepish smile at me. She pulled me into a hug and whispered, "The game is over now, Lucill
LUCILLE I burst into a peal of laughter. He must be joking. Did he think I was joking with him? I meant it when I said I wanted to teach him some lessons. "I would have loved to do that, old man but I am afraid it can't happen," I refused blatantly. I moved closer to one of the couches there, sat on it, and spread my legs on the table. "What the hell... Can you see she's...," He was frustrated and that was my joy. My intestines were leaping with joy inwardly. He shut his eyes, placed a hand on his forehead, and turned to Francis, "I don't know how you are going to do it but you have just 5 seconds to throw this crazy woman out of my house this instance," I hummed my favorite song and rested my head on the couch. I knew I would leave, this wasn't my house, but not without showing him I cannot be trampled on the way he did to his worker, Francis. "We can't do that, sir. You heard her when she said she was ready to help us. She's our helper, sir," Francis explained. I under
LUCILLEHe drove a blue Mercedes Benz to the mall. When we got there it was as if the clock stopped for us.The passersby, the people who were coming out of the mall, and the people who were just going into the mall, all halted their actions to ogle over Ramsey's look and I guess his expensive car too. Now looking at him closely and patiently, I found out he was really good-looking. I pinched myself secretly and mumbled, "You are so daft, Lucille. How can you call a man like him ugly and old? You must be so engrossed in your revenge," He had a broad shoulder and a chest. His head was round shaped and his hair was neatly and lowly cut. I can't call him white because he was creamy in complexion. His 36 sets of teeth were arranged immaculately and they were glittering as he instructed Francis on the phone. OMG! I forgot to mention his round lips. They weren't either big or small and the pinkish color was making him look so sexy and appealing to the eyes. He carried himself with grace
LUCILLE The man who entered happened to be Noah, my ex-boyfriend. The jerk who broke my heart and showed me hell on earth yesterday. Although I couldn't see it, I was sure his heart skipped when my eyes met his. He stopped talking to Ramsey and walked up to me. "Don't tell me you are so obsessed to the point of coming here to report me to my uncle," Noah uttered. Honestly, I didn't know what he thought of me. I wouldn't deny that I loved him so much. In fact, seeing him now, I feel like hugging him and begging him to come back to me. I was mute. I picked up my phone and glanced at it without turning it on. "I am talking to you, Lucille. How dare you! Do you want my uncle to.....," Ramsey cut him short before he could complete his statement. Brimming tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I was getting weaker. The urge to beg him was overpowering me. And what did he just say? His uncle...? Ramsey Rowe was his uncle....? I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. A nephew r
He went mute and continued working on his laptop. I thought he didn't hear me right. So I repeated. "Have a real marriage with me, Ramsey,"He paused what he was doing, and looked at me intently like he was trying to find out what was wrong with me. Then he broke the silence, "Are you crazy?" He burst into laughter. I swear his laughter irked me a lot. "Go and meet Francis, he will pay you for the job," He made himself clear for the second time. This time, his voice was strong. I could feel he was slowly getting irritated through the chilliness that was enveloping the room. "I'm not going to meet him. I don't need money. I need marriage," He chuckled, "Why do you think I would want to spend the rest of my life with a woman like you? You must be a joker," "You do not necessarily have to spend the rest of your life with me. I will let you leave when you are 80 years old," I let out, sarcastically. He scoffed emotionlessly and repeated that I should go and meet Francis for
LUCILLEI wore a grimace on my face as I lazily got up from the couch I dozed on last night while thinking of the things I could do to soften Ramsey's heart. I glanced at the time and realized it was already past 10 am. I must have been really tired to sleep for such a long time. He wasn't in his room and he wasn't outside. That means he was already at work. I went upstairs to one of the rooms but certainly not the master bedroom. Just as I finished applying the final touch on my dressing which was putting lip gloss on my lips, Francis knocked on the door. My countenance changed when I heard the knock. Could it be that Ramsey was already back? I opened the door and saw Francis. He flashed a smile as soon as the door opened. He had the gentlest smile ever. His complete set of whitish teeth glimmered as he extended his mouth to talk. Not like the Almighty and Narcissist Ramsey... Mentioning his name in my head made me roll my eyes absentmindedly. "Good morning, Miss Lucille,"