Nobela ni Limpy

"Don't let him distract you from our deal. Twelve months. That's all you get." Georgio words rang in my ear. Who the hell was he to even challenge me. What games is he trying to play with me?I paced around the front of my car. Why the hell isn't James here yet? I don't want to believe that crazy man still stayed behind, even after watching me leave.I folded my arms, pacing even more. .....What could still be keeping him behind.... Then I heard soft footsteps. Like someone was trying to sneak up on me. I know who it was, obviously. "What do you think you're trying to do, blackmailer?" I said coldly without moving an inch.James turned to me, leaning casually against my car. "Relax sweetheart... I didn't come out here to beg for forgiveness." He smirked. "Besides, we both know you're too proud to accept an apology. Even if I offered." I walked up to him, not caring if we were an inch away from locking lips. "And do you think that's supposed to bother me?"

We stopped in front of another room right across the the stairs. The lady whom I presumed was heather's nanny paused, handing me some duvets. "We're here dear, take this and get in." I stared at her blankly, unsure of what I'd actually say. She chuckled shyly. "You might need it. Heather keeps the thermostat really cold at night. She likes it that way." I gave her a light smile before nodding. "Grazie mille per tutto." "Don't mention," she said, before waking away.I entered the large room. I still couldn't believe heather set me up. She made me sign those goddamned papers, without even having to force me. She mind fucked me. "Here sign this. You're unemployed so you have all day to read it." Her words lingered in my head, stinging like needles to my ego. All she had to do was piss me off, intentionally. She probably figured my ego was my weakness, and my pride was my fuel. So, she used it against me. Making sure I was angry -angry enough not to thi

If there's anything I've learnt from women these past few hours, it's that they're never sure about time.It's been almost 45minutes heather left for the fancy bar. She claimed she wouldn't take long, but now i can confirm it's a lie. It seemed she enjoys making me wait, like I was a sort of pawn. I managed to reach for my phone at my knee pocket. I looked around before using it. Marco: what's up, are you okay man. Enzo: we heard what happened at the bar. Marco: call us when you get home. Enzo: I take back what I said earlier, you're the GOAT jamieboy. Marco: really bro, what happened? Enzo: we've been texting you, answer the goddamn text. I had placed my phone on DND all day to avoid any interruption from any of them. The guys were cool though, but sometimes, they were really inquisitive. I checked around for any sign of heather before texting back. There was no way I' could explain how a simple

I rested at the hood of the car, not knowing exactly what I'd do. I looked at my watch, 2:40pm. I have been waiting for this woman for over thirty minutes now, unsure of where she was. Why did she just leave like that without saying where she was off to? What does she even take me for, was she expecting I'd follow? So far, everything else was coming to place. I had the job, I could get close to her but I needed more than that. I needed it to go smoothly. I had to gain her trust, even the slightest before everything would work. But for now, I had to figure out what to do. I've been waiting here at the parking lot like a total loser. Like a big fool who got stood up on prom night. It was only a matter of time I lost it under the scorching sun. What kind of woman was I dealing with.. Georgio's media company was like any other upscale firm I've ever been to. The blue and white glass structure was box shaped. A glistening Cupid fountain highlighted the centre of the bu

I was under two deadlines: what if he had left? What if he had made up his mind to post the video, then what could I possibly do? I had a hard time focusing when I approached the bar. My stomach grew sick. I stared at every table, the bar counter, until at last -I saw him. I watched him as he sipped from his cocktail, looking aggressively at his watch. I stood for about three minutes before reluctantly joining him at his table. "You're late. My shift ended hours ago." He scolded, even without looking at me. "Of course," I replied. In all honesty, I didn't care if I wasn't punctual or not. I was just relieved that he hasn't left. "I'm a lady, I needed to get dressed." That was the only thing I could really think of at the moment. He gave me a quick glance before staring at his watch. "It's 5:57 and I can see how you're PROPERLY dressed." I knew he was just being sarcastic because I looked a mess. My lie was awful. My hair was up in a messy bun, and i

"I tried to stop him, heather." Anziano stuttered, as we went down the stairs. beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "But....he outsmarted us. He tricked me." "Take deep breaths," Kim calmed the old man. "what happened?" "Your father, he went outside to meet the press." "He fucking did what?" I didn't care I raised my voice. My eyes, wide in amusement. "Call the security right now and go stop him." I ordered him. "We can't do that." "Why not? "Because he'd shut the door from the outside." Kim chipped in. He clung to the remote, staring puzzled at my dad on the TV, unsure to say something. "Go, find any security man around." I ordered. "Tell them to open the door, now!" I watched as Anziano scurried away. "You!" I turned to Kim. "You set me up! You knew Georgio was okay, yet you made me come here." "You know how he is heather. Anziano called me, it sounded really urgent. I'm had no choice." He confessed. "I believed you. You have no idea what being here coste