Novels by Faye

CLYDEIt’s almost 10 pm and the party ended long gone but Clyde hasn’t received any response from Samantha. Samuel has been cleaned up and asleep. His mom told him that he should just go to the shop to check on Samantha and just leave his son for the night and not to worry because there is an assigned baby sitter to watch over him. He agreed and after making sure his son is soundly asleep with everything that he might need overnight, he gave him a quick kiss and bid goodbye. Ten minutes before 11 pm when he arrived at the shop. He made his way to the entrance door, good thing one was opened.“Sorry, sir. We’re closed for to-“ the employee stopped her sentence midway when he looked at her. A spark of recognition visible in her eyes. “Oh, you’re Tam’s daddy. Go ahead, sir. Boss is in the kitchen,” she then said with a big smile.Clyde noded at the sweet lady in agreement. She and one other guy are tidying up the tables and chairs. He made his way through the hallway and followed the voi

SAMANTHA If the veranda was huge, the inside of the house is massive. As Samantha entered the huge doors now behind her, she’s still at awe by how grand her eyes are seeing. The living room itself is so big it would fit her own living room plus her kitchen. She followed as the others made their way through the kitchen, with Beatrice’s hand still linked with her. Now, if the living room was impressive, the kitchen is glorious. It is the type of kitchen that anyone who loves to cook would want to have. Big island counter, big sink, big oven. Everything is so huge it made her own kitchen so tiny. Across the big kitchen is the dining area. There’s a 12 seater dining set and on top of the tables are cup cakes, pastries of different kinds and candies. There is a glass door which she assumed leads to a patio. And she saw the three men walking towards that door, each holding a glass of what seemed to her as alcohol. “Mom, can I go play with Isabella?,” her son interrupted her thoughts. Sam

CLYDE“Here are the documents, sir.”, Pete said. Pete is his Executive Assisstant, but he can also be considered as his right hand. He handles a lot of his office works specially when he is away or on a business trip. He serves as his counter part when it involves employees conern. Clyde has three five star hotels in New York alone. He has one in California, two in Las Vegas and one mini hotel in Hawaii. He also has two hotels in Europe and an ongoing construction in Singapore. He is also planning to build one in China. All of that are partly being taking care of Pete. He receives daily report from him through his emails. Apart from signing crucial documents and client meetings where his presence is technically needed, he can always rely on him. He can trust him in almost everything. Including his personal affairs. And the most thing he likes about Pete is that he always seems to understand without even explaining anything.His office is located in the 25th floor of his forty-storey h

CHAPTER XXI SAMANTHA Damn it, Samantha! Relax! You’ll gonna be fine! Samantha could not even remember how many times she told that to herself since she started getting ready until now that Clyde is already driving. It’s just a birthday party! Nothing could go wrong, right? “How far is the venue again?” she asked. “The venue is in my parents’ house. Almost 45mins.” “Wait. Your parents’ house? Does that means your mom and dad are gonna be there?!” she asked, somehow regretting she even agreed to this. “Yes. And my youngest sister,” he answered still focused on driving. “You did NOT tell me about that!” He gave her a glimpse. “Does it matter?” “Does it matter?! Of course it matters! I am about to meet your entire family!” she exclaimed. “And?” Yes, Samantha. And? “I mean, you could have told me before hand.” He smiled. “It’s fine, babe. They’re nice people.” “Oh yeah? So what happened to you?” He gave her a short laugh, “hey! That’s not fair! I’m nice, too, right buddy?” an

CHAPTER XX CLYDE He woke up finding that Samantha woke up before him. Clyde took his phone on top of the side bed drawer 8:30 am. What the heck? He never woke up past seven before. Hell, he can’t even remember the last time he woke up that late. Being a businessman means you need to wake up early before the sun even goes up. He immediately went into the bathroom to do his thing and brush his teeth. He washed his face and looked himself in the mirror. When he was satisified, he exited the bathroom and went downstairs. It’s suspiciously quiet. “Babe?”, he called out when he reached the bottom. No answer. “Samantha? Samuel?”, he called out again. Nothing. He started walking, searching. No one is in the living room where he usually see his son playing. He went straight to the kitchen. Maybe they’re having breakfast, right? But no sign in the kitchen as well. Clyde started to get worried. He ran for the stairs and headed straight to his son bedroom only to

CHAPTER XIXSAMANTHA What. The. Fuck! Samantha woke up with a headache. She remembered going out with Kylie, telling her the tale of what happened between her and Clyde that night she conceived Tam. She remembered getting drunk, getting picked up by Clyde and getting home, although the in betweens are still a little bit blurred in hhher memory. Now this. This is what greeted her other than the fact that she might have the side effects of drinking more than half a dozen of buckets of beer. “Clyde!”, she screamed and she heard some rustlings inside. Good. The devil woke up in an instant. “Babe? Where are you?”, she heard him called out and waited for him to find her in her walk-in closet. He showed up not minutes later looking all confused and delicious- What the fuck, Samantha! Focus! “Baby. What’s going on? Are you okay?” “Please explain to me what the fuck am I seeing,” she